[There is a very pronounced rustle of taffeta skirts and ivory satin, followed by a huff of a rather perturbed lady. The accent that comes forth is upper-crust London, make no mistake.]
Of all the bothers. To wake up in the middle of some -- some wasteland! How very unnecessary and inefficient. One must hope, if one is kidnapped, to have the
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[Give her a moment, and she will settle herself down within her mass of skirts on a half-broken wall, parasol at her side.]
And who might you be, young man?
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-=He's more or less polite. She's a lady of breeding, and he can tell.=-
Edward Elric, ma'am. And you are?
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[She nods, politely.]
Alexia Tarabotti, Mr. Elric. A pleasure.
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Nice to meet you too. You don't have anyone here that you know of, do you?
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My companion was one Lord Akeldama- a gentleman vampire with blond hair, currently wearing a plum-colored velvet coat over a seafoam-green and purple waistcoat, lavender britches, and a state of unconsciousness.
Have you seen him?
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Is he a vampire?
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In permanence?
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