Give the Boy a Hand(private)

He definitely couldn’t do this Outreach thing on his own… Hell even if he had the base qualifications of being able to bite people and speak in front of a group of people it would be impossible for just one person to pull off. Sharaku was smart, analytical, that could be useful… But he would likely pick apart the idea the moment it left Ozaki’s mouth. The vampire fidgeted absentmindedly with his hair for a couple of seconds before returning back to grooming the unicorn’s mane.

The vampire glanced over when the werevamp spoke. Ah ha… Of course he’d not brought along a faculty member before. Granted, he was probably well enough off enough that Ozaki couldn’t really say anything against that.

Ozaki had done quite a few odd jobs as a hunter back in school. Frankly those jobs had been a bit easier for him due to the fact that they did not require him to necessarily interview for them. So long as you had at least one person that looked qualified the job poster would take you. “Well one could theoretically make a living off of just the job postings.” Wouldn’t be a very stable or consistent life. And probably very dangerous. And there might even theoretically be times where there were none at all.

How much money would it take to start up an outreach program anyhow? Probably a lot. And he hardly knew the first thing about them. He’d have to research them first, volunteer for a few to see how they did it. Pfft. Ozaki had to wonder what Mordred’s goons would think if they caught a gander at that. Maybe he should start fucking a little with them… He was hesitant to do anything directly to them. But going weird ass places sounded hilarious.

“I know it was a bit tricky for me to get a proper job after college but that was… Because of other reasons... I don’t do really well in interviews.” For obvious reasons. He had definitely been lucky in getting the job he had. The Kitsune had messed with him excessively during the interview, but had nonetheless given him the job.

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“I mean, depends on the job. And not the hunter type jobs. Just like… Regular jobs. Which I suppose of course could intersect of course.” Was he really expected to go through descriptions all the various jobs he may have applied for? Heedless of qualifications his nervous stammering had put off a good deal of them. His current boss had just found it funny as all get out. Plus, like Sharaku had said. He did have the actual qualifications for the job he had asked for.

Even if there might need to be a little bit of training to know how to do the job in the way they wanted it done. “And yah, getting consistent hunting jobs would be tricky. There are some that are repeatable… But even those have their limits.”

Odds were this one was likely one of the ones they could do multiple times if they so wished. At least until the farm found a more permenent solution in hiring new virgin farm hands.

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“I swear you’re like a dog with a bone.” He muttered to himself, immediately realizing the slip up of the tongue. “Apologies, I didn’t mean anything by that…” He bit his lip slightly, cursing himself for referencing Sharaku’s werewolf side in anyway whatsoever. That’d been insensitive of him. Maybe Sharaku hadn’t heard though. Okay he had heard the second bit though. Damn it. He focused hard on trying to get a particularly stubborn knot out, avoiding eye contact with the were-vampire. 

Just move on Ozaki. Just move on. You’re the one who wants a conversation. If you want that you have to… I don’t know. Contribute something other than insensitive comments like that. That’s how socializing works. “I’m not really great in interviews is all. The military is an option of sorts. You can start at a higher rank depending on what kind of education you have." A college degree could get you to an officer rank immediately. 

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“I don’t think its possible for a vampire to get grey hair. We don’t really age… I mean maybe if going white’s a genetic thing…” His sire had white hair. But he looked too young for that. Maybe he had white hair back when he was human? Or a parental trait had passed on where a vampire’s hair could turn white over time. He grabbed a lock of his hair and studied it for any white threads that might be showing.

Meanwhile Sharaku’s potentially lewd joke flew over his head. “I mean it could be possible I guess…” He hadn’t gotten around to asking what other traits he might have inherited from the man. Granted, by this point it was pretty obvious, if not completely bizarre that this was something that could be passed on. “And maybe. I haven’t done much research on military positions myself since I wasn’t really interested in working for the military.”

He sure hoped he wouldn’t go white haired over time. He would really rather not look like his sire in anyway whatsoever. At least becoming a vampire of this lineage hadn’t drastically altered his appearance. Those of the Nosferatu “family line” did not get the pretty end of the deal.

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“Perhaps. Still don’t want to go white though.” Now Ozaki was taking something else Sharaku had said literally. Should he take a chill pill? He could make one right now. At least a close approximation from the sedatives he had in his arsenal. Just a little bit to calm down… Not to knock him our or anything. Just to take the edge off. No… No that was a slippery slope for him. It would be better off not going down it in the first place.

Whether or not it looked good he still didn’t want white hair though. Just as well there wasn’t any there though. He was fine for now. Though that did perhaps bring up the question if there were any other traits he had inherited that might show up later. A question he hoped he wouldn’t have the unfortunate opportunity to ask his sire. If he never saw the vampire again it’d be too soon. Granted he didn’t think he’d be that lucky. Or that smart as to avoid him completely. Curiosity was already getting the better of him.

“Can’t say I’m surprised to hear that…” Sharaku liked questioning things too much to simply accept orders without questioning them.


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He supposed he could throw the were-vamp a bone without much risk. “Aaah… Sorry. Its just my s… My sire has white hair and it’d be a bit… Awkward to look like him. But you’re totally right. I could dye my hair so it doesn’t really matter.” He’d of course prefer not to have to. But in this respect Ozaki could get over himself. In regards to meeting his sire for the first time in fifteen years maybe not.

“I should go get a new unicorn.” He said, deciding maybe he would get something to calm him down at least a little bit. Ozaki was even more on edge than usual, and Sharaku didn’t share any of the blame in that. Might as well not bother him with how neurotic he was being right now. Was neurotic the right word? Well he was freaking out about white hair soo…. Ozaki started leading the unicorn out of the stall, of course grabbing his umbrella on the way.


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Good, he thought as he walked out with the unicorn. Extra time to be sure whatever he picked took effect before he got back. He had a few of sedation type things in his arsenal. Ranging from reasons of he’d wanted different things for different scenarios, and he himself had had to be put down with one of them at a time. That was a loooong time ago though. His talent didn’t have an expiration date thankfully.

Right…. There was one that would work good to calm him down at a lower dose. How much though?… 60 milliliters ought to work. That was a bit heavier on the side of light. But he was freaking out about white hair right now… And this was him when he was “calm.”

When he got outside he let the unicorn go and palmed out of the darts in his right pouch, glancing at it and watching the colors shift as his talent working away at it. 60 milliliters of the sedative, then the rest of it a harmless saline solution. He could have kept the rest of it as his blood, however some of the blood in these darts wasn’t the freshest, so this was a better option. He injected the sedative directly into his neck. If he were human this would be stupidity at its finest for many things in his arsenal- if he had literally any other choice in the matter. But as a vampire some measures of safety could be bypassed.

He made sure his hand veiled the dart in case Sharaku came out with his own unicorn, then slipped the now empty one into the left pouch. As he started counting the unicorns that they still had yet left to clean he felt one of them nuzzle up to him. One of the ones that still needed to be cleaned.

“Aaaah. I see we have a volunteer.” He snorted, finding that funny for some reason. He had to be sure that the unicorn’s nuzzling did not move his umbrella’s position from blocking the sunlight. Ozaki also had to start over from the distraction the unicorn had posed. Lets see… One two… Dude this was like counting sheep. Do not sleep in a sunny field Ozaki. We all know this.

Okay. Again. This time he managed to count all the dirty unicorns up to 24, and he was relatively certain he was right. Sharaku was probably gonna notice something was weird about him… Eh. He could just tell the truth. He’d took a chill pill. Well. Injected one. But ta-may-to ta-mah-to.

He returned with his new unicorn, shutting his umbrella and setting against the wall. “We got two dozen unicorns left.”

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