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Look. I don't know how many of you there are now, I can't remember everything... but... I know I attacked people over the weekend. I wasn't-- I can't say I wasn't myself, but I wasn't who I am now. I was lost and sick and fucked up.

[Awkward pause, Frankie's not really the sort for public apologies but he probably owes one at this point...]

The important thing is-- I can fix it. If you got bit, if I did or someone I bit got you... I can fix you. Just... don't bite anyone else and let me know where I can find you.

[As he switches off, under his breath-- probably to himself, he mutters,] not too late.

[ooc; per his plot, let the vampire babby cleanup begin <3]

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Right. He have you at that club?

Yes, I'm at Oh Aces. He said it was the safest place for me and he's got a decent stock of blood here.

He's a fucking godsend. [Frankie lets loose a deep breath.] Right. I can meet you there?

He's been poking at me like I'm an experiment.

... I'm not going anywhere.

I'll head over. Got a bunch of stops, now, but don't worry. And tell him Frankie said to cut you a break.

As I said, I'm not going anywhere.

I'll be sure to tell him that. I'm almost sure he likes you. He might even listen.

[Frankie's never been to Oh Aces, but he likes Myrnin so he's made a point to know where it is. It takes him a while to get there-- other appointments, which he's trying to tend to by order of closest to furthest because it seems to make the most sense-- but well, like she says she isn't going anywhere.

He pauses just inside the door to glance around, assuming a rookie vampire can't be too hard to pick out of a crowd.]

[Menolly is never hard to spot, thanks to the simple fact that one or more miniature dragons are always with her, and this time is no exception. Between the little golden dragonette draped around her neck and the pointed avoidance of any nearby crowds, she stands out in a darker corner.]

[Frankie wouldn't know a firelizard if it bit him, and until the thing moves he'll assume it's a bit of rather dramatic jewelery. He does light upon her as the likeliest prospect, though, because she's off on her own. Makes sense. Being around too many humans was always a little disconcerting, when he'd first turned.

So he approaches her, nodding slightly when he's close enough to judge the pallor of her skin, the color of her eyes.]

[Menolly's watching him closely now, the gold lizard uncurling enough from around her neck to watch him just as intently. As soon as Beauty moves, Menolly tips her chin up a little, wariness and hunger plain on her face.]

[He does hesitate, slightly, in his tracks when the gold moves; but Frankie's usual response to strange things in the City is to remind himself he shouldn't be surprised. He stops a few feet off, though she's obviously not starved, which means she's probably not likely to lunge at him. If she even could, here.]

You're the vamp?

[He's been in too much of a hurry to be consistent about catching people's names. Still his tone isn't exactly unfriendly, just a little businesslike.]

[The little dragon hisses at the newcomer, the sound pulling Menolly's attention from him for just a moment. She reaches up to stroke her fingers over the dragonette's head before she murmured something to her, sending the little creature flying off with a last look of warning to the man.]

... yes.

[Frankie nods. Tiny, judgmental dragons, what next.]

Frankie Dalton. I'm the one who-- [He stalls, lip twitching downward.] I'm here to fix things.

[She's good at catching little quirks of body language, but right now, she's more focused on his scent and the scent of the people near them. She lets her eyes close with a sigh.]

How can you fix it?

[Frankie shifts his weight slightly.]

Might wanna go somewhere... less out in the open. It's gonna hurt. Worse than dying does, but it doesn't last long.

[Grimacing at the thought, she steps out of the corner, looking around. It takes her a moment to stop gazing after a young man walking the other way, forcing her attention back to the matter at hand with a small shake. She nods off to one side and down a hallway before her feet move to carry her to the small guest room she indicated.]

Well then... how does this work?

Blood.

[Might as well get it out in the open, he figures, rolling up his sleeve to bare an arm that's already bandaged, fishing his knife out of a pocket. He looks up calmly.]

You have something to put it in? Cup, bowl... doesn't have to be big. It won't take much; it'll feel like it's burning you out, but you'll be all right after.

[As good as a little more blood sounds, she frowns a tiny bit but shuffles off to find a cup in the little kitchenette the suite boasts. Her gaze falls on his bandaged arm, cocking her eyebrow at the sight.]

... have you helped Lucy yet?

Not yet. There's about a half-dozen of you guys, looks like.

[He reaches up to take the cup from her, already picking off the bandage.]

Not near as bad as I was afraid. I am sorry about all this, though.

[Her eyes are glued to the motion, her body almost absently leaning closer.]

.... Myrnin's going to be grumpy with you. He's been trying to cure me and you're going to take away his fun.

[He doesn't so much cut his arm as use the edge of the blade to pick up the scab from earlier, after rubbing the spot and the knife down with antiseptic. He hold the cup close, not because he doesn't trust her but because he wants to be careful, doesn't want to spill a bit.]

The less people who know how it works the better, honestly. He'll forgive me eventually.

[Once there seems to be enough-- not even a solid mouthful, probably, but the cure's as potent as the infection-- he places the cup down close to him and wipes his arm again, affixing another bandage before he looks at her, handing the small vessel over.]

Don't mean to scare you. I just wanted you to be prepared, 'cause it's about the worst thing I ever felt.

Pain doesn't scare me.

[She takes the cup in slim fingers, peering down into it for a long, silent moment before she looks back to him, frowning slightly.]

... I just drink it?

[He just nods, pulling his sleeve down.]

Simple as that. Cure's been in my blood since I got turned back. Won't take long to feel it.

[She looks down at the cup one more time before she tips the contents into her mouth. There's a flicker of pink as she licks at one escaped drop and she glances over at him, mouth open to ask him something. The question never comes, however. Her words are stolen before she can utter them, a sharp gasp seizing in her throat.

Pain isn't something she's never dealt with before, but this is something unexpected; the burn close to unbearable.]

[Frankie watches impassively; not because it doesn't bother him to see them hurt as his blood burns out all traces of the virus, but because he knows it will pass.]

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