Violence is amusing, right? (Sharaku)

Damasu liked his academy for a reason; they usually organized events which lead to interesting places. Well, maybe not interesting at first sight, but there was usually something explicitly bloody or violent enough to keep Damasu entertained and wishing to return. This time, a few classes from the Academy were selected to go to Penecia's famed Galaxy Theme Park, with paid trips and everything. While most of the other students were excited over the roller coasters, Ferris wheels, and all that stuff, Damasu was particularly looking forward to visiting a haunted mansion. Even better if it was bloody or violent. While Damasu can get scared like most people (although it wouldn't show by his expression), the blood and gore would make the ride worth it.

During the day of the visit, Damasu and his class entered the park by storm; however, Damasu soon found himself left behind and alone as everyone rocketed towards the first roller coaster in sight. Being by himself, this was the perfect chance for him to seek out a good haunted mansion to spend some time in without being clustered by school students. However, the amount of people was still overwhelming, making movement difficult. It was a pretty big struggle to find a mansion; from asking directions to the Park's staff, to resisting the smell of the food stands, to avoiding all the ice cream, cotton candy, and popcorn on the floor. Eventually, a large, imposing mansion was in sight. Damasu's smile spread further as his hands started to tremble a little.
"Ehe... This... Might be fun. <3", he thought to himself, as he kept staring at the mansion for a while, standing right in front of the main door, yet a few steps away.

Damasu might have been dazed at the sight of the mansion, but his attention found itself split after spotting an interesting sight; what seemed to be a fusion between the Frankenstein's monster and Alucard, summoned from some girly fairy tale, was right in front of the mansion. Maybe it was a worker, who knew. All Damasu knew was that it must be a pretty darn good Mansion if it can pull off make-up tricks like this. That, and that he couldn't miss the chance to talk to a vampire. Even if a look-alike.
"Ahaha! Mister! Mister! You're a vampire, right? You drink blood and live off of it, right? It's tasty, right?", Damasu said, approaching the Frankenstein look-alike excitedly, while keeping his smile, as if he was a fangirl meeting a celebrity, except less noisy. He didn't want to attract attention, of course, so he tried to open chat with a regular voice tone. Maybe that guy knew some bloody parts of the mansion. Damasu's excitement found itself concentrated in his hands; they shook more and more intensely the closer he got to the gentleman.

Damasu could notice the man wasn't very vampire-like by taking a closer look; lack of excessively pointy teeth and of a noticeable scent of blood were going against his fantasies of talking to a real vampire. However, this didn't mean they both couldn't play around for a bit with it.
"Ahaha! You can try, but I'll let you know I've probably tasted more blood than you have!", Damasu said, tilting his head a little while still keeping his smile. After turning his head to look at the mansion again for a second, he turned it back towards the Alucard look-alike.
"...Oh, oh! I bet this mansion is yours, huh? You must know all the blood-covered, hemorrhaging places, right? Show me!", Damasu said, clapping his hands together while getting closer to the gentleman. Not awkwardly close, however. While he was pretty sure the guy wasn't a vampire, he still thought he should be a park worker or something, with the make-up and clothing and whatnot. Maybe he knew the cool places to appreciate and behold inside that mansion. Damasu was still pretty excited.

Damasu noticed how the gentleman was looking more and more confused as the chat went on. Maybe he was taking it a tad too heavy. Blood isn't everyone's thing, right? Damasu wished he could have more fun with that, but having a healthy chat with a monster-man look-alike is something he wouldn't want to miss.
"Ah... Well... You look a lot like a fusion between the Frankenstein's monster and Alucard. It's pretty common knowledge that only the cool vampires like that get to have their own houses, too. Usually a castle, but I wouldn't be surprised if it was a mansion.", Damasu said, scratching his forehead and pointing at the mansion. After a short pause, he let out a small burst of laughter. Maybe it was a good way to stop the whole "vampire chat" and get a tad more serious.
"Aha... Well... Maybe you're not a vampire, huh? But... You must be a park worker, I'd guess. Why else would you be wearing make-up like that? Only to scare people off and rip apart their flesh from their bones with one big scare at the very end of the ride, right? Ehehe.", Damasu said, still mantaining his smile. He looked back at the mansion once again, and remembered his plans to go in. However... He was pretty interested in this guy, with his similarities to horror icons and whatnot. Damasu decided he'd stay for a bit to chat with the gentleman before going inside the attraction.
He took his hydrating lipstick from his pocket, and applied another layer to his lips. He didn't want his lips to dry up in case the chat dragged on for a while. Storing the lipstick back in his pocket, he started smiling yet again.

Damasu remained silent for a second, showing an indifferent smile as he heard the gentleman's words and took a better look at the black marks on his head. After a short while, Damasu, feeling a burst of excitement, started speaking quickly, with, metaphorically, the energy to blast off a rocket into space.
"...Hey, that's amazing! I'd wish I could look like that. Well, only sometimes. It'd be cool looking like a horror icon. I bet you must get all the ladies with those looks, huh? All falling into a pool of blood as you turn them down... And magic, too! Do you know death or blood curses? Teach me one of those! I bet it must be really fun watching people bleed rivers of blood constantly, while using magic to keep re-supplying them with more reserves, turning it into a constant cycle of torture. Aha... Ahaha...", Damasu spouted. All this talk about torture and blood sent him on a trance, making him gaze off into the distance, fantasizing about many possible ways to brutally torture someone as they gush blood like soaked sponges being squeezed. He stood there, distracted, while periodically chuckling, as his cheeks turned bright red, and his smile started to show trails of drool. All the talk on blood he himself brought up started to make him feel a tad anxious. He probably didn't realize he might have went a bit too far in terms of his reactions, due to his natural obliviousness. Hopefully, the gentleman wouldn't call security or something. It would be unfortunate for the trip to end so soon.

Damasu noticed the gentleman's demonstration of disgust towards his tastes for torture and blood in the form of glances and cold words. After smiling silently for a while, he let out a sigh and started scratching his cheek. Maybe he had gone a bit too far.
"Well... In truth, I've never tortured someone like that, nor do I seriously plan to, unless it's necessary. It all sounds cool in my head, and I don't think I'm the only one. I guess other people also like this kinda stuff. And... You know. Killing and torturing people... Is bad... Right? It's not something you'd do casually for mere pleasure.", Damasu said, placing his index finger on his chin while still smiling, all to show that he wasn't completely out of his mind or worthy enough to live inside an asylum for his entire life.
"However... If I ever find myself on the receiving end, don't worry about me. As long as it makes me bleed liters of blood, I'll be fine. ~<3", he said, clapping his hands together, simply to prove that he wouldn't mind trading 'an eye for an eye' in a bloody torture situation.
...Although it could probably freak out the Alucard look-alike, it was just Damasu being himself. Maybe he -did- need some of the asylum's crew to teach him social interactions.

Damasu noticed how the gentleman seemed less... Disgusted this time. He might be quite oblivious, but he can pay attention when he wants to. Maybe he was getting somewhere.
"I assumed most of them did it for their own reasons. They might kill for money, objection, ranks, whatever you can imagine. There are a bunch of things to kill someone else over. However... If it kills for pleasure, it's a sociopath. Unless you're one of those who likes to call all killers "sociopaths" by default. I usually don't object.", Damasu said, reducing his smile a bit. He didn't really want to hit any mental "soft spots", but he wasn't sure if it was from previous traumas or simply for being righteous that the guy was talking to him like that. Eh, he could only wonder.
"And... Hey. About the torture. If it's only a few liters, I won't die, right? Maybe catch an illness or two. But that's why I want to learn blood curses! That way, I can re-supply myself with all the blood I need for endless agony... Ehehe... ~<3", Damasu said, placing his index finger near his own mouth. He noticed how he might have seemed a bit off-personality during his previous speech, so he tried to bring his ridiculous tone back.

Damasu didn't reply to the gentleman's "Oh. I can imagine.", as it sounded more of a loss of interest on continuing the petty murder chat. So... He dropped it. Instead, he decided to continue the other chat. And... How disappointing it was for him to hear that.
"Aw... Really? But if you watch some anime, those guys bleed a hell of a lot, and recover just fine. I thought it worked like that. Why would they make an anime with unrealistic amounts of blood?", Damasu said, sounding a bit saddened.
"And... Who guarantees magic comes at a cost? You can do the most complex tricks with simple stuff, and, as long as you have the materials, you can perform it a bunch of times over, right? Although... No idea how rituals work. I hope it involves blood painting, though. That'd be fun.", Damasu said, not really remembering those "everything has a price" lessons they put on TV all the time. He was a bit confused, as he didn't think a human contained so little blood inside its body, so he simply smiled normally.