The movements are slow and precise. A circle of chalk drawn out around the hair, a match struck, and the burn beginning in short order.
Something in the air seems to grow...darker. Like all the light gathers in on itself. But that only lasts a moment. The hair burns away and from the ether slides a bag of red liquid.
"No magic words or anything. Just fervently wish, as you are doing the summoning, and it will work."
"Ah, yes. The thing in place of the icebox." Claudia nods. It is not a cheerful prospect. The cold blood is very unappetizing. However, it is blood, and she need not starve, though there remains the question: "How many can you get? And how often? In this way."
She's not sure she trusts Jubilee enough yet to offer anything in return - mainly because she has very little to actually offer. She is not skilled at a trade, and she has no money, and what vampiric feats she can accomplish, likely so can Jubilee.
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Something in the air seems to grow...darker. Like all the light gathers in on itself. But that only lasts a moment. The hair burns away and from the ether slides a bag of red liquid.
"No magic words or anything. Just fervently wish, as you are doing the summoning, and it will work."
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Before it clots or spoils, because that is a very important detail, certainly.
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She doesn't want to know where it comes from or anything, though. Not at all.
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She is the one that has the regular supply, after all. Plenty of willing donors.
"It should be enough to get you by though. Sodder doesn't want us to starve."
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She's not sure she trusts Jubilee enough yet to offer anything in return - mainly because she has very little to actually offer. She is not skilled at a trade, and she has no money, and what vampiric feats she can accomplish, likely so can Jubilee.
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Shrugging her shoulders, Jubilee straightens up and offers Claudia a genial smile.
"If you need more help, just ask, alright? Sleepers stick together."