What the Hell, thinks Wyatt, and figures he might as well elaborate beyond any variation of 'officer of the law'.
"You know the basics. I'm also a trained scout, can track anything through the densest set of woods - which, I know, useless knowledge around here. I know my flora and fauna - again, useless. Tactical strategy, basic resuscitation skills... Research."
A pause. "And apparently, I'm good at shoveling bird shit. Who would've thought?"
"I think I'll call you Cub Scout from now on," Paul responds lightly. "Or Nature Boy. Forest Ranger. Seriously, is all that outdoorsy stuff a part of being a Tin Man, or is that just you?"
"For one night only, on your nearest kinectograph, The Adventures of Cub Scout and Funny Bone. Get your tickets before they run out!"
Sometimes, dry wit and quirky amusement just go together. "But, for the sake of not being juvenile, all O.Z cops get your basic training in the great outdoors. But Tin Men in particular are based in Central City. I just happened to be born a good way outta town."
He shrugs, giving Paul a slightly awkward smile. Taking credit for something you were brought up doing and had a natural affinity for is just not his style. "I've been learning everything about different outdoor habitats since I was a kid. Getting added training for it just seemed like a natural progression."
Wryly, because guess who just realized he's rambling? "I think Ranger would be most aptly put, come to think of it."
Paul laughs. "What the hell is a kinectograph? Moving pictures, that sort of thing?"
Paul pulls up one leg, to rest his arm holding the tablet on that knee. "I don't know of anything equivalent to that for cops for me. Guess they figure we'll be spending 95% of our time in the city anyway. So you were that kid climbing on trees and swimming in ponds and all that goddamn wholesome stuff, weren't you, Ranger Cain?"
At least it's better than him calling you Ranger Rick?
(Paul Smecker: missed that broadcast, which might have struck him as slightly odd, and so will take a Dawnie at complete face value for now.)
"Dawn, hey," he says with a nod, half a smile. "What, against the hamsters? No, I think they'd probably just turn me into a guinea pig and stick me into one of them. How've you been?"
I'm... great. [ crap, name to a face. okay, this is... paul somebody. sounds like jam. smucker? no, smecker. ] And you never know, maybe a giant hamster wheel is the key to breaking free.
[ visual from paul, derpaderp ]smeckerApril 30 2011, 00:27:45 UTC
"Not holding my breath," Paul snorts.
"Alright, so indulge me, what's your gig besides research, I know you can do that-- since you're from vampire-world, let me guess, you can also... oh, do magic?" Paul hazards, trying to keep a light tone about that no matter how he hates the concept.
Oh look it's a Glitch. If he knew the tune to I Am The Very Model Of A Modern Major General he'd have have found a way to set the following to it:
"I think I've gone over some of this but - inventor, mechanic, engineer, holographic imaging expert, astrophysicist, political adviser and strategist...okay, former in a lot of those cases because of the brain thing." Pause, frown. "And and I think I'm good at general survivaly stuff, cuz why else would I have made it with the brain thing?"
Finally there's a partly sheepish, partly prideful smile. "And I'm a bit...okay, I'm really good in a fight. Cain and DG'll back me up on that."
Paul arches a brow at the whole 'good in a fight' bit. It's not that he thinks Glitch is lying, but.... Glitch. The guy doesn't impress him as a kung fu master.
"I may consult those references of yours," he says dryly. "As for the rest of your résumé-- Jesus, Glitch, just get business cards, nobody's gonna remember that laundry list."
Someday this will have to change, in dramatic and / or hilarious fashion.
"Especially not me," was the jovial reply. Haha, because lobotomy. "Although it is pretty impressive, a-and I can still remember bits of it when I need to. Kinda makes me wonder why she didn't just take all of it but, well, not my place to complain."
[ visual; just as locked ]smeckerApril 29 2011, 20:52:42 UTC
"Hi, Miss Summers, thanks for answering," Paul says to that wary 'yeah?', and takes a drag on his cigarette.
"Sorry if I'm making assumptions here, but from our previous chat I'm thinking you're the closest thing to an expert on staying safe from vampires as I am likely to find. Basically, I want to know if there's any way to make a building vampire-proof. I don't want them coming in, and if they get in, I want to be able to hurt them enough to convince them to get out. Following me?"
[ visual; just as locked ]slayingApril 30 2011, 12:45:52 UTC
She allows her own feed to click over to visual, then. Unwilling to play the stick-in-the-mud; however, her breath catches at the question. Did he know? Hmm.
"Live there. That's the best way to keep a vamp out. They can't enter a home without an invitation. But beyond that? Crosses. Wooden stakes. Holy water. Anything consecrated, really."
[ visual - locked ]smeckerMay 3 2011, 00:33:52 UTC
Paul leans forward in interest before remembering he's sitting on a ledge three stories up. Lean back. Carefully.
"Ah- okay, that's good to know. I'd heard the invitation thing, but I didn't realize you actually have to live there for it to work. So it's not just any building, it's specifically a home?"
He takes a drag on his cigarette, eyes thoughtful and shrewd. "Have you tested the holy water here against any of your vampires? I mean, I presume there's no priest to bless it when you hatch it-- do you know it still works?"
"I am one of those you would likely classify as superhuman. I have done my best, both during the zombie outbreak and in times past, to use my skills in the interest of protecting the people here. I will do so again in the future, if necessary."
[ visual --> locked]smeckerApril 30 2011, 00:32:17 UTC
Several long beats of silence, because it's one thing to have seen Godric on the tablets months ago breaking trees and another to be talking to him, face to face, and hear him as good as admitting vampire even if he's not saying the v-word.
Paul eventually clears his throat. "Godric. I appreciate your candor, such as it is."
A moment's hesitation, then he locks the transmission.
"....so... I realize I have no way of verifying this if you decide to lie to me, but I have to ask it for my own what-the-fuck-ever, clearing the air-- you're a vampire? Or something else?"
[ visual --> locked]faderbrodersonApril 30 2011, 00:44:25 UTC
"A vampire, yes." There you go, Paul, the v-word in all its glory. "There are different types of vampire in Taxon. As of recently, I am the only one of my particular classification remaining."
Godric may be many things, but he sees no point in withholding information about himself.
[ visual --> locked]smeckerApril 30 2011, 01:05:53 UTC
Paul sort of regrets doing this visually, because despite himself he's fighting a strong reaction to just end the call, go for a long walk, maybe get drunk, and it's probably showing a bit on his face.
"...I continue to appreciate your candor," he says dryly. "I'm-- ...bear with me, you don't mind, I'm sort of dealing with a lot of preconceptions about... vampires... and I don't know how true they are, or how false, or whether I ought to be scared of you or what.
"And I'm guessing you'd say I shouldn't, that you're a helpful nice guy and all, but until a few months ago the only thing 'vampires' meant to me was some movie monster that drank human blood and it's a little fucking tricky to accept that that is real and not think I should barricade myself in a goddamn church."
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"You know the basics. I'm also a trained scout, can track anything through the densest set of woods - which, I know, useless knowledge around here. I know my flora and fauna - again, useless. Tactical strategy, basic resuscitation skills... Research."
A pause. "And apparently, I'm good at shoveling bird shit. Who would've thought?"
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Sometimes, dry wit and quirky amusement just go together. "But, for the sake of not being juvenile, all O.Z cops get your basic training in the great outdoors. But Tin Men in particular are based in Central City. I just happened to be born a good way outta town."
He shrugs, giving Paul a slightly awkward smile. Taking credit for something you were brought up doing and had a natural affinity for is just not his style. "I've been learning everything about different outdoor habitats since I was a kid. Getting added training for it just seemed like a natural progression."
Wryly, because guess who just realized he's rambling? "I think Ranger would be most aptly put, come to think of it."
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Paul pulls up one leg, to rest his arm holding the tablet on that knee. "I don't know of anything equivalent to that for cops for me. Guess they figure we'll be spending 95% of our time in the city anyway. So you were that kid climbing on trees and swimming in ponds and all that goddamn wholesome stuff, weren't you, Ranger Cain?"
At least it's better than him calling you Ranger Rick?
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Have you tried giant wheels?
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"Dawn, hey," he says with a nod, half a smile. "What, against the hamsters? No, I think they'd probably just turn me into a guinea pig and stick me into one of them. How've you been?"
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"Alright, so indulge me, what's your gig besides research, I know you can do that-- since you're from vampire-world, let me guess, you can also... oh, do magic?" Paul hazards, trying to keep a light tone about that no matter how he hates the concept.
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"I think I've gone over some of this but - inventor, mechanic, engineer, holographic imaging expert, astrophysicist, political adviser and strategist...okay, former in a lot of those cases because of the brain thing." Pause, frown. "And and I think I'm good at general survivaly stuff, cuz why else would I have made it with the brain thing?"
Finally there's a partly sheepish, partly prideful smile. "And I'm a bit...okay, I'm really good in a fight. Cain and DG'll back me up on that."
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"I may consult those references of yours," he says dryly. "As for the rest of your résumé-- Jesus, Glitch, just get business cards, nobody's gonna remember that laundry list."
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"Especially not me," was the jovial reply. Haha, because lobotomy. "Although it is pretty impressive, a-and I can still remember bits of it when I need to. Kinda makes me wonder why she didn't just take all of it but, well, not my place to complain."
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"It's worse if you can remember some of it, I imagine."
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[ she replies cautiously; things haven't been going the slayer's way, of late. ]
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"Sorry if I'm making assumptions here, but from our previous chat I'm thinking you're the closest thing to an expert on staying safe from vampires as I am likely to find. Basically, I want to know if there's any way to make a building vampire-proof. I don't want them coming in, and if they get in, I want to be able to hurt them enough to convince them to get out. Following me?"
His tone is all-business, professional.
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"Live there. That's the best way to keep a vamp out. They can't enter a home without an invitation. But beyond that? Crosses. Wooden stakes. Holy water. Anything consecrated, really."
Her pitch matches his. Professional. Cool.
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"Ah- okay, that's good to know. I'd heard the invitation thing, but I didn't realize you actually have to live there for it to work. So it's not just any building, it's specifically a home?"
He takes a drag on his cigarette, eyes thoughtful and shrewd. "Have you tested the holy water here against any of your vampires? I mean, I presume there's no priest to bless it when you hatch it-- do you know it still works?"
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"I am one of those you would likely classify as superhuman. I have done my best, both during the zombie outbreak and in times past, to use my skills in the interest of protecting the people here. I will do so again in the future, if necessary."
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Paul eventually clears his throat. "Godric. I appreciate your candor, such as it is."
A moment's hesitation, then he locks the transmission.
"....so... I realize I have no way of verifying this if you decide to lie to me, but I have to ask it for my own what-the-fuck-ever, clearing the air-- you're a vampire? Or something else?"
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Godric may be many things, but he sees no point in withholding information about himself.
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"...I continue to appreciate your candor," he says dryly. "I'm-- ...bear with me, you don't mind, I'm sort of dealing with a lot of preconceptions about... vampires... and I don't know how true they are, or how false, or whether I ought to be scared of you or what.
"And I'm guessing you'd say I shouldn't, that you're a helpful nice guy and all, but until a few months ago the only thing 'vampires' meant to me was some movie monster that drank human blood and it's a little fucking tricky to accept that that is real and not think I should barricade myself in a goddamn church."
(Ironic blasphemy unintended.)
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