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”Galantros must have had some sort of lapse of judgement to have done that...”

“Actually if I recall, Daphne more sort of invited herself to his neck, and he tried to sort of meekly shy away from that... ah well.”

Githar hmmed, and scratched the side of his face idly.

”With how you explained it anyway, I can see how that would cause some problems. I sort of wonder where my limits would be personally of being feed off of. We reapers don't really have a circulatory system, so one place is just as good as another for blood drinking I suppose. I guess it would come down to what I'd be comfortable with, maybe an arm or a wrist. I've heard GL's been growing more humanoid internal parts along with his reaper anatomy... I wonder if that means he'll have a pulse soon enough, himself.”

“That's an interesting question. He's been becoming more hybrid like for a little while now.”

“Very true about Galantros...”

Jacob stretched a little at his seat, again ignoring some slight pains. Both he and Githar observed Jianshen sniffing at the blood bag food. It gave off a somewhat exquisite scent for the vampire, being of the less common variety, and if it weren't completely drain, would regenerate it's blood a few times at least given enough rest.

”I think Jacob could fill that role of spotter fairly well, couldn't you?”

The necromancer nodded.

”Would you want to try now, Ma since we're all already here anyway?”

Githar neatly placed his folded trench coat-like outer garb aside as Jianshen took his hand. With it off, he didn't look nearly as gangly as he did with the coat on, the musculature of his skin exposed on his arms and through his shirt a bit. He gave a slight grin at what he was about to say.

”I know some breathing techniques that are excellent for reducing stress and relaxing... Shame I don't have the need or necessity to breath at all. I am uncertain about the desire thing, as it would just seem to me that the resulting bite would snap me out of it more so than if I were expecting it. Hitting a pressure point like that might work, but wouldn't be nearly as effective as it would be on a human. It'd be more of a ghost reaction for my kind, and I don't think I want to be sore there. I still have a little merchandise and such I need to move around when I get back to my shop and home later. I'll be fine, go ahead Ma. I'm ready.”

The reaper did seem to be rather calm for someone who knew he was going to experience quite a bit of discomfort and pain, and didn't seem to be all that tensed up. Githar was going into this with the mentality of getting a shot. The more you tense up and get nervous, the more it would hurt. However, he knew it was still going to hurt quite a bit, so he wasn't expecting a painless slight p***k of a needle. Fangs are quite different in that regard, especially with a vampire with such an ability with pain.

”Heh, I've no doubt you'll learn that soon enough.

Githar of course could sense Ma's nervousness, but his outward expressions didn't betray that he noticed it. That would only make the situation worse, and for a moment, he thought it would be handy to have a certain someone's ability to subtly manipulate emotions, if only to remove anxieties. He grimaced and gave a slight grunt of pain as his flesh was broken by Ma. It did hurt a fair amount, but it was manageable. Being somewhat prepared for it helped as well. Once his arm was positioned in a better way and both had shifted enough to be comfortable, the blood drinking continued, Githar not saying much. It felt strange to him, but he reasoned he was helping a friend, so he could deal with any feelings of oddness that came up.

Githar's blood poured easily enough. It glowed rainbow colors, illuminating the room a bit with it's bright hues. Githar, if compared to Galantros' more extreme sweet flavor, was not overly sweet tasting in his blood, perhaps due to a difference in diets and daily habits, plus biological makeups. Sugary enough would be the adjective to describe it, but not enough to feel like it was giving one a toothache.

Jacob watched with an almost professional manner, though making sure not gawk or anything rude. Just observed, noting that the feeding was going well so far, and Githar didn't seem to be growing faint or weak yet. The reaper's eyes still shone brightly.

Githar rubbed his wrist to try to soothe the lingering pain, before slipping back on his comfortable trench coat. He reached for one of the snacks and idly "nibbled" on it, absorbing it's life giving nutrition and energies.

"I'm good, thank you. Some of these snacks will do just fine, Ma. I didn't lose too much energy. I think that went rather well. How do you feel?"

"It sounds like sustaining myself purely on electrical energy, instead of having actual meals. I tried that once for a couple days and it made the food taste seem much better tasting when I went back to it.

Anyway, I'm glad I was able to help out. Like I said, we'll look into finding you some more partners for feeding as well, right Jacob?"

Jacob nodded, "Right, of course. I'll get right on that actually as soon as possible."

"Getting out for a bit might do me some good, if you two are up for it. I think I've almost started being a little too cooped up again with some things. If I get into my old habits again by some rare chance, I'm sure I'll catch hell for it. How about you Githar?"

Githar seemed to grin slightly at something he found funny about himself, and decided to share it with his answer.

"Sure. Limbo's night life is pretty active enough. Normally, I would be considering the fact that there's stuff I need to take care of back at my shop, or things and tech stuff that needs a bit of organization, or having to worry about scheduling my next several trips for my merchant runs... Like you, if I lapse too much into that, Minazi will smack me upside my non-existant skull. Anything in particular we want to do, or should we just walk around and see what there is to see?"

The others mostly thought some of the things were interesting, save for maybe the insanely tall scythe goblin attraction. That was mostly a tourist trap. Personally, Jacob thought the thing was kind of gaudy, and Githar didn't care for it much either... Sometimes he'd see people come into his shop wearing “I survived the giant scythe goblin!” shirts or other bits of memorabilia clothing, and it was all he could do not to shake his head... If people wanted to spend money on that kind of thing though, that was their business, not his. As for the Keileon creature, that wasn't anything too new, but he'd been meaning to see it with Minazi. Jacob may have been wanting to take his vampires out on a date there with “little Black” tagging along to show her around, or just get her and Galantros tickets there for themselves.

”I think I know of the park you're talking about, Ma. Grelot Park. It's usually not that bad a place to visit. We should walk there, there's probably a few sights and such along the way as well.”

“I don't think I've been to this park before...”

”I think you'll like it. They sometimes have performing mage artists and the like there, as well as other performers that are actually pretty good. Usually a couple of merchants selling some snacks or food as well. If we take the right streets there, pretty sure there will be some other interesting sights we'll see.”

Heading out the door, the group went on their way. As they traversed the street, they soon took notice that certain areas were just as at night as they were during the day. People to work, or to places for meals and hanging out with friends. They stopped at a crosswalk area as a large transport hovered by, snaking around from a corner, then stopping to let out a variety of passengers. Out of the corner of his eye, Githar commented he thought he saw Alzamus, but he wasn't entirely sure. It was at least somebody in high council member clothing, he could tell that.

Even if Shar wasn't the capital of Limbo, it could still be somewhat bustling. A variety of sounds and smells came across them as well, from restaurants, to street vendors, to music playing from nearby clubs they passed, or street musicians. Githar paused for a very quick moment to buy a favorite snack of his from a vendor, a type of quickly fried lizard meat seasoned to be slightly spicy.

”Every time I pass a vendor selling one of these Chesni meat steaks, I have to have at least a small one. It's one of my little guilty pleasures... I still try not to make a habit out of eating them though, even for a reaper they're so full of nutrition and well... fattening stuff that it would make one of us lose fitness after too many. Pyro can attest to that, it's one of his guilty pleasures as well, and probably the reason, he'll admit easily, that he has a bit of a stomach.”

“It smells.. interesting... like beef mixed with chicken, but something else odd about it.”

”Want to try a bite? Here, I'll tear off a piece... Just make sure you don't make a habit of eating it all the time like Pyro does. I'm sure Veni and Rosemary wouldn't want you to lose your figure.”

“Thanks... see anything you want to try, Ma, or are you sated from earlier still?”

Jacob said this, because there were also a few vendors offering blood in various methods of drinking. Pouches, glasses, the typical and non typical organic blood bags... One or two also seemed to have individuals who appeared to be in extremely top physical health, offering their own actual blood while hooked up to special devices that would keep them revitalized and rejuvenated, restoring their health and misplaced blood. One of them, a reaper who looked a bit tired, disengaged himself from the machine to quit for the night, so he wouldn't over-exert himself, waved goodbye to his coworkers, and went off into the crowds. Githar and Jacob didn't notice these particular vendors...