Re-introduction

[angie_chaser]

A tall, pretty young woman of color opens the Mansion door, an excited look on her face.  Sporting a cream toned tee shirt, form-fitting crimson flare pants with cream trim, and matching trainers, she carries a duffel bag in one hand and a racing broom in the other with ease. She takes in her surroundings, and her excitement morphs into confusion.

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[devilish_prince]

Leaning against the wall, Lestat watches her from a short distance, picking his nails idly. "Bonsoir, mademoiselle. Etes-vous perdue?" He smiles at her smoothly, keeping his stance relaxed to the point of laziness.

[angie_chaser]

"J'espere pas," she mutters, proof that the language lessons forced on her took root. She doesn't return the smile; she doesn't acknowledge him, really, too focused on her predicament.

"I don't know what's going on, but it's going to stop."

[devilish_prince]

"Bien? And how are you doing to do that?" he chuckles. "Bienvenue, this is The Mansion, and I am Lestat de Lioncourt." He pushes himself off the wall with a foot and bows graciously.

[angie_chaser]

She fails to find the humor in this situation, as evident for the angry scowl on her face. "This is your home?"

[devilish_prince]

"Oui, for the moment it is, but I am not the owner. No one seems to own it. It is in a world between worlds, you might say. The dead, the living, all worlds meet here..." He smiles genuinely and gestures a little grandly at their surroundings.

[angie_chaser]

*processing his words* "An alternate universe...is there a way out? I'm not supposed to be here."

[devilish_prince]

He looks down in thought, pondering the question seriously. "I'm not sure. I've never actually tried to leave yet. But I assume it's possible. If others may come and go as they please, why couldn't you, non? Have you tried simply walking out?"

[angie_chaser]

"Leaving the house isn't an issue. Leaving this -universe- and getting back -home- is." *struggles to keep her cool; this stranger -is- trying to be helpful, after all.*

*to herself* "Of all days for something this crazy to happen, why this one?"

[devilish_prince]

"Time also has a different meaning here. Perhaps, if you were to leave the Mansion and its ground, you could still make it on time. Remember, this world is a hub for others, and works in its own ways, with its own time..." He smiles, trying to be reassuring.

[angie_chaser]

She gives it some thought; should she try it? *squares her shoulders* "Right. Well, thank you for your suggestion, Mister...de Lioncourt."

She nods to him before walking proudly out the front door...ten seconds and a loud CRACK! follows...

...She's Apparated right in front of him.

"Oh for the love of --" she goes on a string of curses.

[devilish_prince]

Lestat bites his lip, trying not laugh as the young lady is clearly upset about being stuck here. "Bel ange, it could be worse. I can't imagine how at the moment, but I'm sure it could be," he smiles sympathetically.

[angie_chaser]

Angelina looks at him like he's grown a second head. "It could be worse?" she repeats. "I'm missing the chance of a lifetime, and you say 'It could be worse'?" she imitates his accent a bit. Yeah, she's a -little- upset.

"Who -are- you?"

[devilish_prince]

He bows graciously and smiles. "Lestat de Lioncourt, at your service. And you, mademoiselle?" he asks politely, trying not to eye her overtly.

[angie_chaser]

She eyes him warily. Who bows to women nowadays? "Angelina," she hesitates in answering. Giving her full name to a stranger? No, that's not going to happen. She doesn't even know if he's --

"-- Are you a wizard?"

[devilish_prince]

"Mais non, Lina. I am a vampire," he smiles slowly, careful to hide his fangs. "Is this the point where you whip out a crucifix and start praying?" Lestat chuckles softly and watches her amiably.

[angie_chaser]

"My name is Angelina," she says curtly, not liking the nickname, and "the answer is no, because I think you're having me on."