The Live-ins: A Glimpse Beyond The Vacationers

Damien and Dardanelle

"So," Christian said, "It's all ours."

"It is a good thing for you four," Vyrhihyannah replied, "because you own the branch with the fastest net connection."

"Not only that," Mozart added, "You'll also have some additional help as well."

"Already?" Varrah asked, "Who?"

"Christian, you know Nosci, right?" Mozart asked.

"The King of Entomon and father to two children, why?" Christian replied.

"He has a sister, Jannapelle, who is a Ph.D. in a psychology-psychoanalysis double major," Mozart replied.

"Freudian psych, to be exact," Vyrh added, "not to mention a minor in (clears throat) sexology."

"The body of knowledge dedicated to intimacy and the kama sutra," Quilleanna replied, "Is she of Type OV?"

"Yes," Mozart replied, "She is in a relationship with her friend-professor Robert Tatriman, also a Ph.D. on the same degree as her."

"Wait," Christian asked, "why are you telling me all this? Are they the additional helpers that we need?"

"No," Vyrh replied, "Boom headshot! Anyway, it's not them, but their students and disciples who just graduated masters at the age of 21."

At those words, the four literally gasped.

"Not only that, they were chosen as two of three models for game characters," Mozart added, "They were also legendary in Leddarian University, their alma mater, for 'applying their knowledge in the bathroom every now and then'. Aside from that, they come from the elite families of Entomonians and they each have an IQ of 700."

Their jaws dropped.

"Yep," Vyrh replied, "and we're not exaggerating. They're also gamers, by the way, and they're gaining prominence on ThreadPost and Twitch."

"Then you have to watch your backs," Quill replied, "Anyway, when will they arrive?"

Suddenly, a bus stopped in front of the cafe. The doors opened with a hiss as a male Type OV Entomonian stepped out. His upper half was that of a 22 year old with handsome features, chill, thin body with fair skin, black hair and brown eyes. His lower half was that of a male butterfly six yards from thorax to behind (yard has a different measurement here to mean like 3/4s a foot, or something. Also applies to the Vacationer books): black thorax with six long black legs, and a black slightly bulging abdomen behind the thorax. On his back were two large butterfly wings both black and gray, and his attire now was a black and white T-shirt.

"That's?" Benedict asked.

"Damien," Mozart replied.

After the guy stepped off the bus, a Type OV Entomonian girl followed. Her human half was that of a 22 yo girl with pretty features, chill slender body, cyan hair and cyan eyes. Her lower half from thorax to abdomen was 6 and a half yards long (same parenthetical interruption applied here): black thorax with six long legs and a termite-queen like abdomen, cyan and very soft, round at the end and reaching 5'8' in peak. On her back were blue wings, and her attire was a blue t-shirt which revealed her navel and the area where the two halves meet below the navel.

"That's Dardanelle," Vyrhihyannah said.

Behind her trailed a liquid of something blue which was coming out from Dardanelle's rear end, and Christian asked, "What's that?"

"Did I forget to mention," Mozart answered, "that Dardanelle's born with a condition: her bone marrow abnormally produce more blue blood cells than white blood cells. Thus one of her body's adaptation to that is to discharge it every often."

"Like a period?" Quill asked.

"Yes," Vyrh replied, "but it lasts for her entire life and it never stops unless something obstructs that orifice."

"Like a -------?" Varra asked, laying an egg.

"Yes, like a -------," Vyrh replied, "and where'll ya put that egg?"

"Dunno," Quvarranna replied, "near me when I sleep."

"I lay butterfly eggs," Dardanelle cut in."

"We like your voice," Quilleanna and Benedict remarked, "It's as pretty as your looks."

"Thank you!" the blue breeder replied, fluttering to them and leaving a trail of blue blood on the floor.

"And you look handsome, " Christian and Quvarranna remarked, "What's your full name?"

"Damien Dorado Lepidoptera," the young butterfly Entomonian man replied, "Son of the great Alfredo Lepidoptera and his possible heir."

"Ooh, your voice complements your looks," Varrah replied, making Chris a bit uncomfortable.

"Thank you," Damien replied, "When do we sign the papers?"

"We just gained ownership of this business just a few minutes ago," Christian replied, "so no papers yet."
He lay his hand on one of the computer keyboards; unfortunately, this one had blue blood in it, and he felt a searing sensation on his hand. He yanked it from the keyboard and saw blue rashes on his entire palm, and his hand still felt like it was exposed to a flamethrower spouting blue flame. However, like a stubborn whipping boy, he held back the pain.

"Why has your hand turned blue?" Benedict asked.

"It... must... be... the... blood..." Christian replied, holding back the screams, "BY THE DEITIES! IT FRICKING BURNS!"

Immediately, Quilleanna used her silk to wrap up the burning hand and Christian felt much better already after that.