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[sub][b]Streets of Mantleville[/b][/sub]
[sub][b]Interacting with:[/b] [@Massasauga] Rebecca [@CitrusArms] Yumeiko no Yumi-chan[/sub]
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[i][color=ff0000]What was my name before, huh?[/color][/i] She remembered what it was, of course, there was no way she could ever forget. She'd even styled it as a middle name at some point. Still, she hadn't actually thought about it much recently, and her voice dropped a bit lower as she looked up at the sky, which was fading to twilight enough that the dim light no longer stung. "[color=ff0000]Alviva,[/color]" she said. "[color=ff0000]My name was Alviva. Changed it when I started the whole [i]queen of the night[/i] schtick because I wanted something opulent. Because I hadn't really [i]seen[/i] what wealth looked like, I just went with what sounded fancy. But like I said, now I'm attached to it.[/color]"

...Then she was violently wrenched back into the present by Yumi talking about her [i]small, cute image[/i] and telling her that it'd work for her being a p[i]lushie queen[/i]. She sucked in a long, slow breath, letting a fang prick her lip to keep herself calm. [color=ff0000][i]She didn't mean it to be offensive. She is [b]shorter[/b] than you. She's too genuine. She's trying to be nice. Do [b]not[/b] yell at her. [b]Don't.[/b][/i][/color] Not only would it accomplish nothing but a transient moment of catharsis, she knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that it'd make Yumi-chan feel awful, she was too sweet and open not to. Which would then make [i]her[/i] feel awful too, because it kinda sucked to make someone unhappy. Not to mention that she had no idea how Yumi-chan was linked to Yumeiko, who she honestly kinda wanted to be chill with at this point. Terrifying wellspring of divine power and relationship with somebody that hated her guts notwithstanding.

Ah. Yumi-chan was talking about ages, and Velvet was zoning out. She phased back into reality in time to hear Yumi-chan mention that Yumeiko was a few hundred years below Velvet, and that Miyuki was...Velvet raised an eyebrow in surprise. Being on the low end of her eighth century, she didn't often meet people older than her, and suddenly Miyuki's behavior (and power) made a lot more sense. Another two or three hundred years and [i]she'd[/i] probably get unforgivingly pissed off at people for disrespecting her too. For a moment she reflected on what it might mean to be that old. Hell, she was kind of cheating already, she'd been asleep for over a century. What would she be like? How would she act? How would she change?

...A line of thinking that was instantly cut off as Yumi-chan reached out and wrapped her in a tight embrace. She stood poleaxed for a second, eyes blown wide open as she registered what was going on. She couldn't remember the last time someone had hugged her of their own volition, especially knowing what she was, and the feeling was totally alien. Still. After a moment passed, her eyes slid closed, and she slowly, carefully hugged back.

She was so wrapped up in the moment that she didn't even whisper about how strange it was for Yumi-chan to put her neck that close to a vampire.

After a bit of time passed, she disentangled herself and released Yumi-chan with a light laugh. "[color=ff0000]Thanks, I needed that. It's been...a [i]long[/i] day.[/color]" A pause as they continued walking. "[color=ff0000]I'm around seven hundred. Born in 1316, so I'll be 709 come October seventh. Gettin' a little long in the tooth, you might say,[/color]" she chuckled.