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Vanadi de Vadarta

Don't let my cool demeanor and courtly manners fool you; I'm absolutely starved for attention. Consider me alike to a kicked puppy, if you like: I've been hurt, lived in a few gutters, and may have picked up mange at least once, but show me a bit of kindness and I'm yours forever. A pretty face will turn my head every time, and I will happily lay anyone of any shape, size, color, or viscosity. For a good time, feel free to ask about the aliens I've enjoyed.

I seek a submissive who puts no stock in their title, who will come and go as they please, and feel no sense of duty or obligation to me. I will, of course, provide anything one could possibly desire upon request. I'm also a magnificent chef, and will happily create every single dish and appetizer at your next fancy dinner party. Commitment has never been my strong suit, but for the sake of attempting to correct a glaring societal injustice I'll make the attempt. Sexual relationship certainly not required, but please don't expect me to go otherwise celibate. It would be quite impossible.

Basics

⤷ Age: 26
⤷ Designation: Dominant
⤷ Sexual Orientation: Anything goes.
⤷ Info
⤷ Kinks TBD


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[cyberware]

[ He does, at least briefly, consider mentioning that little program tucked away in some corner of his brain which has made his life a hell — but that's different, isn't it? This would be mechanical work, that's ... coding, programing, something of the sort. She's unlikely to stumble into it.

He keeps it to himself. ]

Red is quite nice. [ And the list of things he hates is long, but doesn't make for particularly charming conversation. He pulls free a cutting board and a knife, getting to work on the various vegetables he's found and moves smoothly on. ] May I ask your stance on meat? Given free rein you'll see none of it in my cooking, but I suppose I ought to ask preference.

[originallutece]

I enjoy it. But if you can make the meal properly filling, I shan't mourn its loss.

[And even she can cook a chicken breast if she's desperate for protein.]

Is that a personal choice, or a cultural one?

[cyberware]

Racial. Kitrites don't digest it.

[ Despite the teeth. But also meat is nasty!! So this is excellent news, and Ros will never eat meat again so long as Vanadi is the one in charge of her meals. ]

oh my god that icon

[originallutece]

That's an odd evolutionary development.

[His teeth, she means. Far be it for her to judge certain evolutionary choices, but . . . who gives a herbivore teeth like that? Maybe it's for self-defense, but really. Then again, she supposes, humans have all kinds of ridiculous bits they don't need anymore. It's no more useless than an appendix.]

Have you ever met humans before here?

[cyberware]

Yes, of course. You lot are quite prevalent.

[ He tries to say it without it sounding like an accusation; he doesn't hold a few unfortunate people against the whole species, that would just be racist. ]

And, please, it isn't so odd. Plenty of species have evolved without the need to eat dead flesh.

[originallutece]

There's farm animals too. And it's odd because your teeth are built for an omnivorous diet, but your body isn't prepared to handle it. Plenty of societies don't eat meat because it's a choice; fewer do because they simply can't.

[That tone is interesting, though. He doesn't like humans, hm? Well, she can't say she's surprised. Nobody really likes anyone who isn't one of Us. They become an Other, a Them; people who do things strangely and wrong, and so are to be distrusted.]

How old are you?

[She's just a very nosy woman, okay, she can't stop won't stop don't know how to stop.]

[cyberware]

[ Oh, the teeth. Right. One of the few differences between them, of course it's about the teeth. ]

Hard-shelled fruits. [ He glances back once more, this time to mime taking a bite of something about mango-sized, canine teeth-first. ] A staple.

[ Things are finally about set up, and most of what there is to do now is wait. So he turns back fully to face her, leaned against the counter with arms folded over his chest. She really does have a lot of questions. ]

Twenty-six. And yourself?

[originallutece]

Somewhere in my thirties.

[She considers this answer, then adds:]

I'm not being silly about my age; I really don't know anymore beyond thirty-sixish.

[Time travel makes keeping track of your age so very difficult.]

[cyberware]

[ His eyebrows arch upwards, of course; how could they not after a vagueness like that? ]

I'm certain there must be a reason for that; you don't strike me as a woman to simply lose track.

[originallutece]

There is, yes.

[She waits just long enough to make it clear that he ought to be asking more specific questions before adding:]

The simplified version is that time and I have a rather more cooperative relationship than most. It used to be easy for me to flit around within it.

[cyberware]

[ Yes, thank you, message loud and clear. But she goes ahead with it before Vanadi can work up any proper annoyance, even if the answer isn't particularly illuminating. ]

Dare I ask what changed? [ It's the least of questions a statement like that begs, really. ]

[originallutece]

[There's another pause, this one less passive-aggressive. Then, simply:]

I died. But for me, unlike most, it wasn't the end.

[cyberware]

[ Oh. That's a bit awkward. Now sounds like a perfect moment to see to the pots gently bubbling behind him, and that's precisely what Vanadi does. As he does, though: ]

If this is a sensitive topic, I should be happy to leave it unpressed. [ considering they literally just met, and all. seems a bit rude. ]

[originallutece]

It's not. Though the politeness is noted. But no . . . as it turns out, my death was the best thing to happen to me. Or at least, one of the best things.