*wanders over and eyes kid; thinks he's a bit small, but bigger than the others he's seen so far, small smirk as he greets the kid, ignores another stomach rumble*
*thinks that a nice snack would be good; not enough to kill the kid since Dwayne didn't believe in killing kids, but enough to calm his nerves*
Hey, you haven't seen three blondes with mullets running around, have you?
*casually saunters closer and tries herding him out of sight of the other people without seeming like he was* Come on, the great hall is this way. That guy doesn't know what he's talking about.
*is coming up an adjacent corridor, looking for this 'central point' of which the strange loud voice had shouted, hoping that Harry will be able to locate the same area*
*blinks and absently shoos the 'kid' around a corner to a deserted hallway*
You mean you're older than you appear? I notice a few people seem to have that problem. I'm supposed to be dead. Or at least I think I'm supposed to be.
*slows down a bit so the boy could get a bit ahead of him; this changed things if he wasn't really a kid*
I'm a vampire. *smirks and lets his fangs drop, grabs the kid and before he can protest, bites deep into his neck, not caring if he's shredding skin or biting deeper than really necessary*
*purrs happily and holds on tight to stop the kid's thrashing as he drinks the sweet, coppery blood*
[[I play both Harry and Dwayne, and need venting, 's why I'm not giving Harry a fighting change atm]]
*walks through the corner just in time to see this -- stops DEAD*
*stentorian bellow* STOP! LET HIM GO -- SOMEBODY HELP!! *springs forward and plunges his hands into Dwayne's back, hoping that having the element of surprise will cause enough of a distraction for Harry to escape*
[[Yep, I remember... was actually wondering if you wanted any characters to intervene, but go ahead, vent away. XD]]
He lets go of the human with a surprised gasp and drops him as the sensation of having a bucket of ice water poured on him spread outward from his chest. He looked down to see a hand sticking out of his torso.
"Huh?" He is confused until he realizes he's not bleeding or otherwise showing signs of being wounded. It must be a ghost or something.
He eyes the bleeding kid darkly but sighs and shrugs. He was satisfied for now and wouldn't kill the kid; he found the thought of a mass panic amusing, and hoped that such rumors of vampires would draw out his brothers... if they were also alive by some miracle. His heart ached at the thought of Marko, dead in the cave, and David and Paul, whom he did not know the fate of.
He shrugged his jacket back onto both shoulders where it had slid down his arms during the struggle and turned to eye the ghost with a scowl. He turned and went back the way he came without a word, intent upon going back to the 'great hall'.
[[*snicker* Wonder how Bob will view Dwayne if they remember this; Dwayne
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Looking frantically around for someone human to staunch Harry's bleeding, Bob shouted for help once more and crouched beside the wounded boy. "Harry? Harry, can you speak? Hold up your hands -- you have to put pressure on the wounds -- Harry--!"
His spectral heart hammered at the thought that the vampire's narcotic saliva could already have spread through the boy's blood. And if it had taken too much.... Heedless of how little his translucent hands could help, he placed one on the wound, trying to ascertain how badly Harry might have been affected.
[[Mixing TV and book canon a bit here; the Dresden book vampires held humans in thrall by addicting them to the experience of being fed from, and enough feeding would either kill a subject or convert it. Bob is unaware that HP vampires may or may not work differently
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Harry gurgled and choked some more as he felt his back hit the floor. He grunted weakly and couldn't stop a whimper. A vampire bit him. This was- Oh god, it hurt. He heard Bob, but the words didn't make sense. He struggled to move his hands up to his neck. He shivered as his hands passed through Bob's. He knew he wasn't strong enough to put much pressure on the wound. He had lost a bit too much blood.
[[*amused* Lost Boys vamps don't have anything like that that I know of, same with HP vamps. Should be fun and amusing.]]
"I'll get someone," promised Bob -- he would have promised anything at some point. "The room was full of people -- don't move--" as though Harry could have moved, with blood pouring out of his neck--
There were so many things Bob wanted to say. You are the best student I ever taught. I knew your mother. You'll be all right. Don't die. But he couldn't find the words, and if Harry was gone when he got back -- but he had to try--
Shouting for help as loudly as he could, the ghost hurtled through the air toward the Great Hall, hoping desperately that somebody would answer before it was too late.
Who are you? And where's the great hall?
*debates something and wonders where the person in charge is; things like this always had a person behind it*
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*thinks that a nice snack would be good; not enough to kill the kid since Dwayne didn't believe in killing kids, but enough to calm his nerves*
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Hi... who are you?
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I'm Dwayne.
Hey, you haven't seen three blondes with mullets running around, have you?
*casually saunters closer and tries herding him out of sight of the other people without seeming like he was*
Come on, the great hall is this way. That guy doesn't know what he's talking about.
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*hears voices...?*
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Huh? No. I just woke up in some tower and realized I was a kid again. I haven't been paying attention to anyone else.
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You mean you're older than you appear? I notice a few people seem to have that problem. I'm supposed to be dead. Or at least I think I'm supposed to be.
*slows down a bit so the boy could get a bit ahead of him; this changed things if he wasn't really a kid*
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You're supposed to be dead? How does that work?
*blinks*
Well, I mean, barring that I'M supposed to be an adult living in Chicago.
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I'm a vampire. *smirks and lets his fangs drop, grabs the kid and before he can protest, bites deep into his neck, not caring if he's shredding skin or biting deeper than really necessary*
*purrs happily and holds on tight to stop the kid's thrashing as he drinks the sweet, coppery blood*
[[I play both Harry and Dwayne, and need venting, 's why I'm not giving Harry a fighting change atm]]
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*stentorian bellow* STOP! LET HIM GO -- SOMEBODY HELP!! *springs forward and plunges his hands into Dwayne's back, hoping that having the element of surprise will cause enough of a distraction for Harry to escape*
[[Yep, I remember... was actually wondering if you wanted any characters to intervene, but go ahead, vent away. XD]]
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GAHHHARRRRHHGGG!!!!!
*tries summoning his magic but is epic fail as he realizes it's blocked by something, dimly hears a familiar voice shouting, struggles even harder*
Bo-aaaaagh.
*chokes*
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"Huh?" He is confused until he realizes he's not bleeding or otherwise showing signs of being wounded. It must be a ghost or something.
He eyes the bleeding kid darkly but sighs and shrugs. He was satisfied for now and wouldn't kill the kid; he found the thought of a mass panic amusing, and hoped that such rumors of vampires would draw out his brothers... if they were also alive by some miracle. His heart ached at the thought of Marko, dead in the cave, and David and Paul, whom he did not know the fate of.
He shrugged his jacket back onto both shoulders where it had slid down his arms during the struggle and turned to eye the ghost with a scowl. He turned and went back the way he came without a word, intent upon going back to the 'great hall'.
[[*snicker* Wonder how Bob will view Dwayne if they remember this; Dwayne ( ... )
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His spectral heart hammered at the thought that the vampire's narcotic saliva could already have spread through the boy's blood. And if it had taken too much.... Heedless of how little his translucent hands could help, he placed one on the wound, trying to ascertain how badly Harry might have been affected.
[[Mixing TV and book canon a bit here; the Dresden book vampires held humans in thrall by addicting them to the experience of being fed from, and enough feeding would either kill a subject or convert it. Bob is unaware that HP vampires may or may not work differently ( ... )
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[[*amused* Lost Boys vamps don't have anything like that that I know of, same with HP vamps. Should be fun and amusing.]]
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There were so many things Bob wanted to say. You are the best student I ever taught. I knew your mother. You'll be all right. Don't die. But he couldn't find the words, and if Harry was gone when he got back -- but he had to try--
Shouting for help as loudly as he could, the ghost hurtled through the air toward the Great Hall, hoping desperately that somebody would answer before it was too late.
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