Voice; un: daisy

[hearstheblood]

[The transmission is technically a video - though throughout it all the screen remains unevenly black and rough-textured, as if a piece of fabric had been tossed across the lens of the camera. The voice that speaks is recognizably Daisy Tonner's, though there's a faint burr and growl to it, as if it had been run through a sound modifying program. Or something.]

All right. Suppose anyone with an opinion can chime in, but this is mostly for the Sanguis lot. Or anyone else who gets . . . like that. Bloodthirsty.

[It's such a crawlingly, hideously personal thing to ask. But if there was ever a place she might find people who could come close to understanding her own situation, this might be it. And she has to try.]

How do you get through it?

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[hearstheblood]

[She huffs softly - commiseration for the sentiment.]

It is. But you can do it if you want to.

[And that's been her mantra through all of this, hasn't it. It's something she can do - that she can not do - if she wants that badly enough. And she does want it, very badly.]

Punching bag's not a bad idea. Punching something does sound very good right now.

[spah]

Like I said. I'm workin' on it.

[Engie chuckles.]

Try and get the extra tough ones. Or at least somethin' fireproof, if the fire magic's a thing for you too.

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[hearstheblood]

Fire isn't the issue.

[She uncovers the camera, at first only a rough-textured blur too close to the lens, but what rolls and strides around and into full view of the propped-up communicator is something more like a wolf by way of a viper. Which is, apparently, still capable of speaking in only a moderately growled Welsh alto despite a mouth full of very sharp-looking teeth.

She has a seat, scaled chest shining in the low light of her flat, and holds up a clawed paw in illustration.]

These don't exactly punch.

[spah]

[Oh.]

Oh.

[Okay. That's new. Engineer has seen plenty of humanoids with animal features, but nobody who turned fully... you know. Actual animal.

That said, he at least has the decency not to stare.]

I see the predicament, here. Maybe Buwan's Stop ain't a bad idea here.

[A pause passes, long enough that you can practically hear the gears turn in Engie's head, and clears his throat.]

Well. I can't nearly pretend I got the same predicament, but I got myself some claws the other day. Horns, too. Pretty new for me.

Point being... I've clawed at a punching bag too.

[hearstheblood]

[Daisy's face, at the moment, isn't quite made for properly smiling. But she doesn't smile all that often when she's human, either, so the next closest thing comes naturally for his response. It's all practical suggestions. She likes those.]

It didn't split?

[Color her intrigued.]

[spah]

[Hey, he's willing to lend a hand to a fellow Sanguis.]

The real tough ones don't.

Then again, you might wanna take all this with a grain 'a salt. I've gone through a lot of punching bags.

[He chuckles wheezily.]

But I don't mind much. My main reason for doin' it's to... well, one, have somethin' to hit. But two, wear me down. Tirin' myself out til the bloodlust passes seems to be workin' so far.

Plus, you know, exercise. So if a punchin' bag don't work out the way you are now... hell, maybe findin' your own way to burn the energy's worth a shot too.

[hearstheblood]

[She considers that for a moment - head canted a few degrees, ears pricked and listening intently. She likes problem-solvers, which is sounds like this stranger is. She's always liked the concrete and actionable - doubly since her life became chasing one impossible thing after another.]

It's worth a try.

[Anything's better than pacing a claw-scuffed tread in her floor.]

I'm Daisy. Nice to meet you.

[spah]

[Don't worry. He's an engineer, and that means he solves problems.]

Dell Conagher. Most folks call me "Engie," on account of me bein' an engineer. Pleasure to meetcha, ma'am.