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NAME: Winter BIRTHDAY: December 21st FAV CAKE FLAVOR: Black Forest WHAT THEY WANT MOST FOR THEIR BIRTHDAY: To have a good time.

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[astarion]

[The elevator doors shut and they begin their journey to a very "sunny" place, apparently.]

Stand in running water. Enter abodes without requiring an invitation -- that's a good one, too.

[icyspicy]

So you've none of the weaknesses of a typical vampire? Well, save for a stake to the heart, but that would kill anyone.

[astarion]

The worst weaknesses are gone, yes.

[The sunlight was a big one. He'll miss the warmth of it, the color daylight affords the world, if and when things ever revert back to "normal."]

However, a few other traits remain. The lack of a reflection, or the fact that most food and drink tastes like a poor imitation of itself. That sort of thing.

[The lingering scent of death, a colder touch, never aging, not remembering most of his past, weak to radiant damage, always, always hungry--]

[icyspicy]

[ Well, perhaps it's good that the tadpole isn't so all-consuming as to remove everything, as awful as these afflictions sound. He frowns a bit, turning them over in his head. ]

The lack of— oh, that explains why you looked at me like that when I changed into you. I'm sorry. I can only imagine that was quite jarring.

[astarion]

It was jarring, but you hardly need to apologize for it. I had missed seeing myself, as briefly as it lasted.

[And later, seeing himself in a mirror that actually reflected him back, the experience was a bit more... fraught. But that's hardly anyone's fault; viewing his reflection after centuries of hardship was undoubtedly going to be a surreal feeling.

He offers as a joke-]

Vampires are supposed to be ageless, but I think the years have taken their toll. Not that I'm not still beautiful, mind.

[icyspicy]

[ He's not sure if Astarion would have considered it a curse or a gift to lay eyes on himself for the first time in who knows how many years. (Given that he's both an elf and a vampire, Winter can only begin to guess.) ]

I think you're perfectly beautiful. But then, this version of you is all I've known. Perhaps I'm biased.

[astarion]

[It can be a little bit of both. But he'd rather have seen his own visage than not, for what it's worth.]

Or perhaps you're just given to flattery, Winter.

[This isn't a bad thing, really.]

Still, call me beautiful as often as you like. I do love to hear it, especially from an equally beautiful man.

[Heh. Anyway! The elevator eventually comes to a stop, and when the doors open, they are greeted by the scenic view of a beachside cafe. Very tropical, with the distant ocean glittering and refracting sunlight.]

[icyspicy]

We turn heads wherever we go, don't we?

[ Said as he casts a grin over at the bat perched on his shoulder, currently nestled under a canopy of raven locks. It's not lost on him that now they might turn heads just because Astarion is a talking bat.

The elevator dings, doors sliding open, and for a moment, Winter is truly awestruck. ]

Oh... Astarion, this is gorgeous.

[astarion]

[He flashes tiny fangs back at him. It might as well be a grin.

But when the scene spreads out before them, Astarion turns back to look at the quaint little place, with a sprawling view just beyond the windows. The sunlight is vivid but not too bright; warm but not too overbearing.

The sort of thing he'll come to miss when the tadpole's no longer an issue. Might as well indulge while he can.]

You like it? I thought so, too. It left an impression.

[icyspicy]

I do like, perhaps even more than the spa.

[ It seems almost a shame to get to enjoy it while Astarion is stuck like this, but what else are they to do? Sit around and wait? ]

Shall we find someplace to sit?

[astarion]

[Better than the spa? Well. That’s good then, he thinks. At least Winter won’t feel like he was missing out for Astarion’s sake, and the thought bolsters the vampire enough to stand up a bit straighter on the warlock’s shoulders.]

Yes, let’s. Now’s a good time as any to give my wings a try…

[He leaps off and flaps his wings, hoping that either the instinct of a bat or a vampire will kick in quickly enough so he doesn’t pummel to the ground — even if he’s not sure the latter applies to a vampire spawn.

But lo and behold! He manages to fly!!]

Ah… aha! Not so difficult!

[…And attempts to land on the back of a chair, placed next to an empty table where they can seat themselves. He manages to grip his little feet onto the material, but lists forward and tumbles down into the seat proper.]

Woaghh-!

[icyspicy]

[ Winter pulls his hair back out of Astarion’s way so he can take off without getting tangled, and take off he does. The warlock barks a surprised laugh when little Batstarion manages to fly, impressed.

But that’s over rather quickly. ]

Ah, Astarion—!

[ He jogs over to peer over the back of the chair, down at the bat on the cushion. ]

Are you okay?

[astarion]

[He’s upside down, with his little feet in the air and his wings splayed out beside him.]

This is— [SQUEAKS] —overrated!

[…being a bat.]

[icyspicy]

[ Help. He has to try not to laugh again, hand pressed over his mouth. ]

I think you did rather well for your first attempt, even if you didn't stick the landing.

[astarion]

[E m b a r r a s s i n g.

With great effort, Astarion practically flips him back onto his little feet. He then climbs up the back of the chair, then reaches for the table.]

Maybe so, but I miss having normal arms and legs. Augh-

[Latches onto the edge of the table, then hefts himself up until he's resting on the tabletop.]

Gods, there. Might as well sit, too, darling.

[icyspicy]

[ He was going to just pick him up and put him on the table, but it's clear Astarion would rather do it himself.

Winter slices around to sit opposite his little bat friend on the table. ]

Do you think it would help if I tried Dispel Magic? Or perhaps Remove Curse. I can do either. Or both.

[ He's willing to use 2/3 of his spell slots on you Astarion-- ]

[astarion]

[Wow how noble of him—

He doesn’t know what to do other than to sit here, really. It’ll have to do for now, and in the meantime, he flicks an ear and says a bit teasingly-]

Using all your precious spells on little old me?

[icyspicy]

Why not? I used plenty on our little heist before. Trying to get you back to normal seems more worthwhile.

[astarion]

[Hm.]

Well, I won’t stop you if you’d like to try, but you had better toss my clothes back in my direction if it does work.

[icyspicy]

Of course. I'd hate for you to cause a scene.

[ Even if there aren't really other people around. Presumably someone works at this cafe?

In any case, Winter leans back to utter the incantation for Dispel Magic first, hands working to form the shape of the spell. There's a burst of power between them, but ultimately there's no effect. ]

[astarion]

[Don’t worry, they’ll definitely be jumpscared by the waitstaff soon.

But for now, Astarion braces himself again as the spell is cast and… sighs as nothing happens.]

I’m starting to think you needn’t waste your magic, Winter. You’ll just have to deal with spending your time with a very handsome bat today.

[icyspicy]

It was worth a try. A pity it didn't work, but I suppose I can content myself with your cute, fuzzy face instead.

[astarion]

Come now, you’ll make me blush.

[Places a little paw on his “chest”.]

But do go on.

[Ha. He supposes he might as well force some good humor into this whole situation if he must be stuck as a bat for gods knows how long. And he gives a little chuckle, when-

Good day! What can I get for you? comes the sudden announcement of one of the waitstaff. The man’s dressed in a Hawaiian tshirt, and just also happens to be a shark.

He slaps two menus down with his flippers. Somehow. Astarion starts.]

Oh, hells- Why can’t anything be normal around here!

[icyspicy]

[ It's so funny to watch a bat emote like Astarion. His poor friend might be stuck, but Winter is finding himself utterly charmed.

The moment is very ruined, though, by the appearance of the waiter. Who happens to be a shark.

This might as well happen. To Astarion: ]

That's rich, coming from you, you realize.

[astarion]

What, because I’m a vampire or a bat? I’ll have you know I had a choice in neither of these things.

[I didn’t have a choice in being a shark either! The shark waiter laughs.

Anywho, their order will be taken without issue — Astarion, of course, orders a glass of their finest blood on tap. The waiter nods approvingly as he jots it down.]