Any RP, don't just jump right into romance. (from the same book as lena and Regin. if you want to read, just ask.)

WD: Oh great, let me guess, you sent the pipe down on me?

"No, we just kidnapped you after that happened."

WD: I outta sue the construction company then..

"It's not their fault. They didn't know. Besides, they're here too."

WD: You can't just kidnap 500 construction workers in an hour.

"You can if you're magic."

WD: Great, A f**king mage. Just what I needed, why am I here, exactly?

"We need your blood, sir."

WD: You mean my oil? I'm a Worker Drone for f**ks sake.

"Yes, sir."

WD: And, why do you want mine? Can't you go find another Worker Drone to siphon, you f**king Disassembly Drone?

“Yes.”

WD: Yup, necromancy. Just great. What next: a SWAT raid?

"For those that misbehave."

WD: Damn it.

"So you best not be one."

WD: I'm learning the ways of a Guardian. I'm getting there.

"We must siphon all of the drones, sir. We need a cure, and oil is it."

WD: Your logic is flawed because if you do that, you will never truly find a cure, and you'll die as well...

"The disease is taking over, sir. Blo- Oil is the only way to find a cure."

WD: And if you get every Worker Drone and drain them, you're gonna die to the disease as well, as there will be no more sources of oil.

"The ground has oil."

WD: Why not dig that oil up?

"Worker Drones are going out of style anyways. We felt we should take care of them first before digging."

WD: Well, that's kinda dangerous, some of my kind are Destroyed Drones and detonate upon death.

"We have precautions for that."

WD: Death?

Dakota: Oh f*ck-

"Hello!"

James: "Where am I?"

???- Somewhere no one can ever find you.

James: "What do you want from me?"

"Blood."

James: "I have thousands of dollars that I could give you!"

???- "Really?" *unamused* "It won't be that easy to bribe us."

James: "A house? No, a mansion?"

"For experimentation, maybe. Why are you resisting us taking your blood? What are you hiding?"

James: "I have places to be, people to meet, money to be spending."

"Hmmm. You are our most resistant experiment. too bad you won't be able to resist much longer." *injects him with a needle*

James: *He cusses and wriggles around*

"To get blood."

*yawns* "I can do this all day."

James: "Why do you need my blood?!"

"A cure."

James: "I can give you gallons of other people's!"

"Ok, that's actually a pretty good deal, when can we get them?"

James: "First, who is we?"

"The Myriad."

(This is where the lore from the book comes in.)

James: "I'm guessing that's some freaky cult."

"More or less. We are all monsters, anomalies, and this is our only way to protect ourselves, living underground."

James: "You look human though."

"I am a witch. We are still hunted."

James: "Is it okay if you can come outside into the open with me then?"

"As long as no one finds out what I am."

James: "I can get you some different clothes if you like."

"Poggers" /j

Actual response:
"Alright, what will we do outside."

James: "I'll take you to my house and there I can give you a spare set of clothes."

"Lead the way."

James: "Can you lead me out of here first?"

*teleports to exit*

James: "Ah, teleportation."
*He looks around and sets off to his place*

*fast-forward to his plae*

James: *He goes over to the wardrobe and there's a variety of different dresses, suits, uniforms and more*
"Take your pick."

Picks a nice dress suit "This will do nicely, now for the blood."

James: "First, get changed."

*changes*

James: "Oh wow."

*concern* "You good?"

James: "Yes, I'm just surprised you decided to change right in front of me."

"I don't really care. C'mon, let's go."

James: "Go where?"

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