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"I am Uther Pendragon, king of Camelot and the Lady Morgana's guardian." And father, but he would say that to no one, not even Morgana herself. "I am extremely uneasy in this place, I have a deep distrust and hatred of magic, and have banned it in my kingdom. There are so many strange things here that I often do not know what is magic and what is not."
"The man is not the only vampire present...there is a boy as well. It was strange...he attacked someone because he said he was lacking in something...I am not sure what exactly." he put in about the vampire.
He kept focusing in on Morgana, though,not liking that she was upset, even though he was still uncertain how he felt about Spencer. And he thought something was different about her, but he was unable to determine what it was yet. He sent her a look that said he might want to speak again later on, but did not speak aloud to her right now.
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"Some of you who share the same time as me, might know me as Alexei Nikolaevich, Tsarevich of Russia. Me and my family got killed when I was 13. My Master saved me and tried to save my sister Maria, but he failed at saving her." All through this his eyes were emotionless and voice flat. "I am very strong and very fast."
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He leant back, hands behinf his head and one leg propped over the other in a man way, grinning. "Capten John Hart. Former partner og that Dashing man up there." he winked at Jack, snickering a bit.
"First class sharpshooter and swords man with a likeness for big booms and traps. I am good at convincing people and I of course have awesome skills in bed, if anyone would like to try that out. " He gave a wink to Sam, not admitting just how impressed he was with the display of power.
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"Never sneak up on me unless you wish a very fast death as I do not take lightly to being messed with."
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"Uh, so, I'm Lou. Lou Martin. I'm pretty big. Pretty strong. I can chuck cars around an' stuff. Which I guess ain't much next to an angel or whatever," he glanced over at this Marco guy, still a bit uncertain of his claims but certainly willing to entertain them, "but I guess it ain't a contest or whatever."
He ran his hand through his slightly-greasy mop of hair (having slept in and not having the time to shower on his way here), "Also, like I said, I sometimes build contraptions and stuff. Things I don't even really understand or, like, half the time even want or care about. It's part of this whole package of alien crap that got installed in my head. I can do other stuff, too. Understand languages, sometimes, and see ghosts? All sorts of crap I don't want and don't need. But there it is." He paused, considering what this must sound like to a bunch of people with no experience in this kind of thing. People like he had been a few years ago, and dreamed nightly of being again. "Bunch of sci-fi fucking bullshit, I know," he added, somewhat apologetically.
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Turning his attention on some of the lessers he had insinuated in his praise of Lou's gifts, he smiled at them as well. "My name is Zebediah. Am I correct in thinking that none of you have ever heard of me? I've been on TV quite a bit. My skin condition, you know." As an afterthought, since he didn't really feel like clarifying that last point, he addressed the crowd, saying "You would all feel it would be too tremendously awkward to ask me about that, by the way."
In truth, he was wondering if anyone here was aware of his extensive criminal career, the mass murders, and all of that messy business. So far, not one of them had shown the first trace of recognition, which was pretty uncommon, given his notoriety and physical distinctiveness. There was definitely something weird going on here, and he wasn't sure what to make of it.
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His eyes widened at the identity of a couple of the residents. So they not only had famous royalty here, but also famous royalty who'd been turned into a vampire! He gazed at the little boy with compassion.
"Mmm, it may be that we're going to have to work out some system for keeping all our resident vampires fed," he said reluctantly. "I don't know how you've all been keeping yourselves going until now and frankly I'm not going to ask, but until recently I've been feeding Isaack myself." There, that was that out in the open at last. He spread his hands with a self-deprecating smile. "I can't keep you all fed by myself, though, so if anyone has any other ideas...?"
He wasn't sure what he expected from anyone else, but he knew for certain this was something he couldn't do all on his own.
"As for the rest, it looks like we've got some really good skills here amongst us. And yeah, please don't put yourselves down, any of you." He smiled at Donna. "Even just being a relatively 'normal' person might come in useful - you might spot things the rest of us who are used to weirdness might miss!"
He glanced then at Zebediah, eyes narrowing slightly at the surge of power he vaguely sensed coming from the man. "Since the people here are from all sorts of different time periods and presumably also parallel universes, it's not that odd that no-one's heard of you. What year are you from, just out of interest?"
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The kid vampire had no interest of his, so he did not even look at him as he spoke. But when Jack did, however, he finally blinked. "Well, I am not giving any of mine," he crossed his arms. "I dont want any scars."
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"Well, I've lived through 2005," he mused, "and I can't say I've ever heard of Galactus. Must be from different universes."
He nodded in relation to Morgana's question and Marco's correction. "Yeah, the idea of them feeding on the cannibals has come up before - and I suspect some of them must have been doing so, going by the lack of corpses we've come across here. It's not exactly a brilliant solution, but..."
He shrugged, and glanced at Nathaniel. "I wasn't actually proposing just letting any old vampire munch on you, you know. What I was thinking was that maybe Harry could set up some sort of blood bank, whereby those willing could donate some blood in a rather more civilised way, by way of needles and bags."
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"I can do that. And it wouldn't even leave a scar," he added to Nathaniel. "How much do you need?" he asked Alexei. There was only so much blood you could take from one person and if the vampires needed more than that it wouldn't solve the problem.
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Still, if Alexei was doing badly, he should have called her. She shot a concerned look at him. She felt a certain connection to the boy-vampire.
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He glanced round at the meeting. "Any other questions concerning the residents of the castle? Oh! I know - while we're on the subject of doctors - has anyone seen or heard from the Doctor lately, the Time Lord one?"
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