41: there were bells, all around, but I never heard them ringing...

[eyesweregold]

[the journal is lying next to Risika as she sleeps... and then a renegade breeze opens it. At first, there's only the sound of someone breathing in sleep, but as the noise from the journal wakes her and she stirs, there's a faint tinkling of bells... and then one loud gong as she completely wakes up and immediately does a once-over of her room and

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[theabjectauthor]

[hears the bells, and takes out his journal. scribbles down a few words:] Louder practical sometimes was.

[coughs. dictated]

Madam, that doesn't make any sense.

[eyesweregold]

...what?

[one, he's scribbled nonsense, two, she can't remember EVER being called "Madam", and three, why is he accusing HER of not making sense?]

[theabjectauthor]

Your Sebald code. It's ... practically dyslexic.

[eyesweregold]

I wasn't intending to speak in any sort of code.

[theabjectauthor]

[thoroughly confused] Then, why were you ringing so many bells?

[eyesweregold]

Those? It's a bit like a bell for a cat, I guess. Every time I use my powers they go off. Slightly more complex than a cat collar, though, considering they change in tone and volume.

[theabjectauthor]

Your ... powers?

[eyesweregold]

Sensing things from people's auras, moving thing with my mind... I shudder to think what sound I'd hear if I tried to take the form of a hawk and go flying...

[theabjectauthor]

[is stunned silent for a moment]

... How is it possible that you can do all these things, madam?

[eyesweregold]

How long have you been here?
[because that is obviously the question of a n00b]

I'm a vampire.

[theabjectauthor]

Almost a month ...

[and then there's a quick, high, squeaking sound - sort of a 'meep' - and a lot of rustling of fabric before he speaks again, his voice muffled]

... Please tell me that that word has a different connotation in your world from mine. [because otherwise he's just going to keep hiding under his blankets in abject terror. FOREVER]

[eyesweregold]

[rather impatient sigh]
I drink blood. But I don't covet yours, or anyone else in the Castle. Also, I'm not the only one here. You'd think Clark would have locked us up already if we posed any real threat.

[theabjectauthor]

The Freedom Force. ...... right. [lets out a slow sigh. he's staying under his blankets, though. they're comfortable.]

... Are you really unable to go out in sunlight? Or eat Italian food? [you know. because of all the garlic] Or look in mirrors?

I would think it would be a very dim, pale, bland-tasting, and unkempt way of life.

[eyesweregold]

I enjoy the sunlight, I don't really eat Italian food, but it's not because of the garlic, and I used to have a reflection but I do not any more, save in one charmed mirror in my room that I got from the Castle.

Not dim, only pale when I haven't fed, and there is nothing bland-tasting about blood. Perhaps to you, but my senses are much further developed than yours. As for unkempt... in what way?

[theabjectauthor]

Oh. [just got TOLD. feels extremely sheepish and small, right now. is glad he has the blankets. cuddles himself up in them] ... Since you have a mirror which shows you your reflection, that would be a moot point as well.

[eyesweregold]

[chuckles - she gets the last point, now]

Do you think after 300 years I need a mirror to be able to tell if my hair is out of place?