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[incubo]

[ the video begins with finch perched somewhere in what looks like the bar, blond hair pulled back in a short tail. he lifts a hand in a brief wave, mouth quirking in a small, almost startlingly charming smile. (maybe not so startling if you already know what he is.) ]

Uh. Hey, Tranquility. Figured it was a good time to-- [ a pause, expression taking on a faintly sheepish note as he glances away, rubbing the back of his neck. welp. even if it's kind of necessary, it still feels strange, sometimes. ]

Well, anyway. Two things! [ he glances back at the feed, holding up his index and middle fingers, wiggling them. ] First thing's first, for those of you who're new this jump-- Hi. I'm Finch, and this is a personal ad. I'm the resident incubus, unless another one came with this crowd. Now what the hell does that mean for all of you, you ask. Well, I'm glad you're wondering, 'cause it means a couple of things.

[ he leans back a little, blowing a few strands of hair off his brow. ]

First of all, yeah, I really do fuck to eat. Which means that I'm always looking for people willing to go to bed with me once or twice a week. If you do volunteer, side effects are that I'm gonna' know exactly what you want in bed and how to give it to you, so if you're hiding shit, you may not be interested-- though who the fuck am I to judge what gets you off, right? Second-- you'll be pretty exhausted for a couple of hours afterward, but some sleep should fix that.

[ a shrug. ] So that's the first thing. The second, ah-- [ despite himself, he actually looks a little embarrassed at this. ] I was, uh, trying to go back to school before I was kidnapped, so. I dunno', if there are teachers or.. I just wanna' start studying again, you know? I also kinda' need a job. I was an assistant for a tattoo artist back home, but I pick shit up quick, so.. [ a vaguely uncomfortable glance, copper coloured eyes sliding away again. ] Let me know if you need some help with something, right? It's good for me to keep busy.

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[godofthemachine]

Interpret it as you will, but it interests me for science.

Tell me, if you are truly an incubus, what is your lifespan?

[incubo]

Dunno'. Never met another incubus. If we're the same as succubi, though, we live pretty much forever as long as we eat regularly.

[godofthemachine]

Forever?

[Whoops now he's really intrigued.]

I envy such a thing.

[incubo]

Sounds kinda scary to me. I'm not sure if I wanna be around in two or three-thousand years. .. Not real sure I'll have a choice, either, though.

[godofthemachine]

Then simply stop feeding if it frightens you that much.

[incubo]

Heh, see, that's the problem. I stop feeding, my body goes into instinct mode. It's a delicate fuckin' balance.

[godofthemachine]

Poor you. Having to engage in pleasurable intercourse to stay alive forever.

[incubo]

Yeah, poor me. [ if people knew how much he hated sex, what kind of fucked-up things he's done, maybe they'd be a little less-- well. whatever. ] Dude, you're the one asking questions. If you don't want me being honest, just tell me.

[godofthemachine]

How do I know you're being honest now? Claiming to be a mythological incubus is ridiculous enough.

[incubo]

[ he leans back, lounging in his chair, and lifts a finger to crook it in a come-hither gesture. ]

Well, c'mere then, take me out for a spin. Or-- [ a shrug. ] --take my word for it. Your choice.

[godofthemachine]

I sincerely doubt you would enjoy what I have to offer.

But I'm curious to know how you work.

Tell me, are you impervious to physical damage?

[incubo]

Baby, I enjoy everything. It's part and parcel of being an incubus-- I'm made for everyone else's pleasure.

[ oh. one of those, huh? ] Not impervious. It's really goddamn hard to kill me, though, and I'm harder to damage than most things.

[godofthemachine]

[Well actually he asked so he could gauge an idea of said immortality. Something that he highly desires.]

Then perhaps I could extract some of your DNA for my personal study.

[Strangely enough, that is not a euphemism.]

[incubo]

[ fffff, sorry, that still kind of made finch laugh. ]

Yeah, sure, I guess so.

[godofthemachine]

[Well he purposely phrased it that way. Because he likes getting reactions.]

Fantastic.

[incubo]

[ his mouth curves, effortlessly, unconsciously sensual, brows lifting. ]

Well, you're gonna' have to come to me, honey, 'cause I'm not going to you.

[godofthemachine]

Fine.