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[corpsesucker]

Sun and surf. Just fucking perfect.

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[breakmychest]

Not a huge fan of the sun part myself, but the beach isn't so bad.

[corpsesucker]

Except for the water part.

[breakmychest]

Not big on swimming, I take it?

[corpsesucker]

Being in it gives me a kinda toaster effect.

[breakmychest]

Really. What are you?

[corpsesucker]

Been awhile since I ran into anyone that didn't know. Dhampir.

[ she'd be, you know, iffy about discussing this with a stranger if she weren't the most self-assured bitch this side of the apocalypse. plus the harpoon, arm blades and blood-powered guns have that comforting effect. not to mention the superpowers jesus christ rayne. ]

[breakmychest]

...the hell's a Dhampir?

[Spike should probably be more intimidated by all the blades and guns, but... he doesn't generally get intimidated. It's fun.]

[corpsesucker]

My mother was a nice girl and my father was a vampire bastard bred from the bowels of hell.

[breakmychest]

...are you just being metaphorical there, or was he really from Hell?

[corpsesucker]

I don't do metaphors.

[breakmychest]

...some vampire. Most of us haven't actually been.

[corpsesucker]

I'm sure you'll get your chance.

[breakmychest]

I'm not most.

[corpsesucker]

Uh-huh. What are you then, Ferril fanatic, Xerx freak, or just big in your britches?

[breakmychest]

Admittedly, I am rather large in the britches area, not that it's your business, not sure what either of the others are, but, uh, mostly I'm a Champion.

[corpsesucker]

That anything like an Elite? 'Cause they were some fun bitches to cut down.