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[So here's Fay looking somewhat sheepish in front of his computer, not quite sure how to share what he has in mind. Because just about everything sounds ridiculous.]

Sooo... Since some other people've been showing off their weird new talents and bodies and the like, I might as well... share, I guess. [He looks up at someone off-camera and winces.] You can... do it. Just be careful.

[For a moment, nothing happens. Then Fay's washed-out blue irises suddenly blossom into a vivid yellow, his pupils narrow into slits, and he lifts his hands with a curse as his nails elongate into razor-sharp claws the length of his hand.]

So apart from the total nail-disaster and the weird eye thing, I think I might be faster than I was before. Maybe. And whatever did this to me kind of hurt like a bitch.

Oh, and- [He grimaces, looking off-camera with a shudder.] I drink blood. For real. So I guess I can't say anything about being called a vampire anymore, though I must be the weirdest durn vampire to draw breath - which I ain't even sure vampires are supposed to do.

[He appears to focus, and after a few false starts manages to get his eyes back to normal. His nails, however, don't seem to have gotten the memo. He groans and holds them out and away from his body, like a man would who has already made the mistake of cutting himself on them.]

Oh, and the girl that posted here not long ago? Jennifer? She's my little sister. So if you make any trouble for her... well, I guess you just got to stack up on wooden stakes, alright? [Once more he looks off-camera.] Youou, could you... the video-

[Clearly he's not going to be experimenting with button-pushing with those nails. But a moment later Youou's arm appears in view - and an attentive watcher might notice a half-healed shallow cut on it - and the feed is cut short.]

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[First things first:]

Fay? It's Randall. Are you all right? You said "painful"....

Mmm, it seems like it only hurt right when... whatever it was happened. I'm fine now, though that doesn't stop Youou fussing over me. Poor dear kind of had to take care of me after I collapsed.

I think that would make anyone worry a bit, someone collapsing with pain and growing massive claws.

[There's a dry tone to that, right there, before he gets more serious.]

Can you still eat normal food, or just blood? And I assume the claws and eyes only happen now when you want them to....

Yeah, that's what he says too.

[He laughs quietly.]

And I can still eat, though I ain't sure how much good it's doing me since I don't seem to get hungry no more. [A dry little sound.] And I wish. Had to get Youou to cut his arm up to get it to work. Right now they happen whenever they want, though hopefully that'll get better.

[Lyall can put two and two together, and the thought of it being blood-related makes him feel a bit queasy, on Fay's behalf.]

Oh dear. That does sound unpleasant all around. You're sure you're all right?

[This time he's asking less "physically" and more "emotionally", because that really does seem a bit traumatizing, and that's probably clear by the concern.]

[He sighs quietly, and a little bit of the bravado goes out of his voice.]

To be honest it's shit. I ain't- I don't like the thought of hurting someone for food, especially someone that I... [...think I love.] ...care about. And it's like all of me's turned into this volatile thing that I can't control.

It may be that you need to give it more time. A lot of the abilities we have... take time to learn, and to eventually control. We're only learning things piecemeal, not all at once, after all.

[That's meant to be hopeful, that this loss of control is not forever. He's hopeful for that himself, and for everyone else going through changes. Ever practical, he thinks a moment, then offers,]

Perhaps you can work out some way to get what you need from safe donations-- a blood bank or a physician.

[There are a few of those on the network, after all.]

I hope so. Well, it certainly was true for your sense of smell, so it'll probably be for me too.

[He manages a small smile, which unfortunately falters a moment later.]

But I'm afraid that won't work. Don't ask me why, but it seems as if only Youou's blood will work. Maybe because he was there when I changed, I don't know.

That... would make you an extremely inefficient vampire, if that were the case. Unless you require so little blood that you can take rarely enough not to hurt him.

[There's a frown in his voice, but a thoughtful one more than a disapproving one. He has one former student turning into a monster, one friend turning into a machine, another friend also turning into a vampire-- or at least something with fangs-- and he's seeing visions from the perspective of, he thinks, a werewolf. Who is he to judge?]

Oh, I... think I take rather a lot, actually. [He frowns anxiously, because he honestly couldn't biology his way out of a paper bag, so the thought hadn't struck him.]

He said he felt a bit whoozy afterwards, but the cut healed so quickly, I thought maybe... I don't know, the blood healed back too? [He has mentioned that he's a high school dropout, right?]

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Not "come back" exactly, but I suppose if the individual in question has some kind of rapid physical regeneration, he could restore the lost blood.... Which sounds completely impossible, or would have two months ago. Who knows what people can do, now?

Well, I ain't got the faintest clue about what's impossible or not, I just know people don't usually heal a cut like that within minutes, you know? And he can sense things without seeing them, so it ain't even like the first weird thing happening to him either. I guess all of us are gonna have our fair share of becoming a bit more exotic, huh?

Generally not, no. So I imagine that has to be what's happening. I wonder if that's connected somehow to your changes, or if it's just a handy coincidence.

[Though the thought does occur, and he adds:]

Have you tried anyone else's blood?

One hell of a coincidence, right? I mean, the moment I met Youou, I got this bee in my bonnet about tasting his blood, and now I need blood and it happens to be his.

[He grimaces lightly.] I haven't tried, but... you know the way you just wouldn't see a point in eating grass, 'cause it ain't gonna do you much good? That's what it feels like.

I suppose.

[Lyall sounds a little dubious; he still has cravings for the chocolate he can't have anymore, after all. But he doesn't question him further.]

And how is Youou doing with all this? Besides wanting to look after you.

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