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[blue_eyed_lord]

A man of business walks into the bar, the rain-darkened Los Angeles skyline visible for a moment before it shuts

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[flail_victoria]

Fine how 'bout a vampire that is finally cleaned up and wearing a new yellow uniform?

The only thing is, is that her left arm is all black from the upper arm down and wisps of a black miasma swirl around it from time to time.

Her eyes fall on him from her table where she has her own drink and book in hand.

[blue_eyed_lord]

The miasma does get his notice, as he pauses after noting down his suggestions for script changes.

Good to see they're not letting the side down, in this and other worlds.

Apart from a casual glance as he sips his scotch, however, there is no sign that he has noticed. Something infinitely darker waits behind those dark eyes.

[flail_victoria]

Red eyes stare. She is not one for manners right now.

There iz somezing strange about that one said a voice in her mind.

"I know Pip," she said aloud, "Should I talk to him?"

I don know, said Pip with a shrug, You can if you want

She stood up and smoothed her skirt.

"Hello," she said smiling with fangs glinting a little, the smile was fake, her heart was on the breaking point.

[blue_eyed_lord]

She would do well to learn those manners very quickly, if she knew whom she addressed.

("Who is there, that you would call 'sir'?"
"I dunno. The masters at school, maybe."
"Then perhaps I am one of their masters.")

She is very, very young. That is clear, as is much else. Like the eventuality that she will feel the need to interrupt him.

"Yes?" he says, looking up once again from his work.

[flail_victoria]

Yes, but she hunt monsters like herself.

"heh," she rubbed the back of her neck this guy made her nervous, "Sorry, if I am disturbing you I will just go back over to my table then."

Hey, the mun said he would want some company.

[blue_eyed_lord]

Canonically, the Rider doesn't have much patience for lower-ranked people on his own side. OOC welcome does not mean IC welcome.

"Smart move, little girl," he murmurs, underlining the note to self he had written regarding the fast-approaching replacement of Evie's neighbors, the Hernandez family, with the Coopers from Massachusetts.

[flail_victoria]

That was not good.

She turned around her anger ignited.

"Excuse me?" she asked, 'Who are you calling a 'little girl'? I am not a bloody child!"

She is indeed well endowed.

[blue_eyed_lord]

"Yes you are," he says, unimpressed. "You are a bloody child."

Bloody, certainly.

"How old are you, then, child?"

[flail_victoria]

"Twenty," she said with a scowl, "Why how old are you?"

[blue_eyed_lord]

"You are a child, indeed. Less than a quarter of a single century of walking the world," he says, riding right over her question. "And you show it." In the way she moves, in how easily her temper is played upon.

[flail_victoria]

She's had one hell of a day.

"I am sooo tired of everyone assuming that I am less than I am," she said,"I serve the humans, yes, but now, of my own will. I am not ordered about by Alucard any longer!"

This was true, she did not have to take orders from him, she did anyway.

[blue_eyed_lord]

He smiles. It's not a nice smile. It is a wolf's smile.

"What of those who merely know you to be less than you think you are?"

[flail_victoria]

"And what would that be?" she is ready for banter.

[blue_eyed_lord]

It's not banter coming out of his mouth. It is the cold truth in a tone of slight disgust. "Exactly what you are. Frail. Barely more than what you were before."

[flail_victoria]

Her grin is magnificent. He does not know the extent of what she is, apparently. She is Alucard's child after all. The grin was much wider than it should have been.

"Then, sir, you are sadly mistaken," she said coolly, "I am much more than I was. But it is true, only humans can hunt monsters. And being a Monster hunting Monsters, it makes no since, but self preservation."

She would not admit that she was also doing it out of a strange care she felt for her Masters.

It iz not juzt that said a voice in her mind You carez for Sir Integral.

"Shut up Pip," she murmured behind her teeth.

Oh fine zen, I willz be quiet! You should to talkz to the ze Devil he said and started smoking again.

[blue_eyed_lord]

He doesn't blink. If anything, his tone becomes even more patronizing.

"'Much more' is a matter of perspective. To you, of course, the change is very grand."

It's like puberty.