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[Mytho is... He doesn't know what he is. He could put names to the feelings he had experienced in the past year, alone and confused in this strange place as he tried (and often failed) to properly care for himself. Lonely, afraid. He could put names to those, assign them labels. Not so with this new one, which had come about so strongly only

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[icrowbot]

[Rue is feeling almost pleasant in spite of her situation. She has managed to find a library, full of print books, all ancient and dust-covered. Having spent the morning gathering information in that way, she decides to step out and explore the town more, and hopefully discover more about how she came to be here.

All thoughts of exploration stop, though, when she sees Mytho. Instinctively, her hand goes to the taser on the belt, but she refrains from pulling it out, deciding to gather more information first.]

What is your name?

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[Mytho's eyes widen. He recognizes this Rue - her tone of voice, her manner of dress, everything - and seeing her after all this time... frightens him? He is afraid of Rue? Of course. He knew fear now, the feeling of panic in imminent danger, and associated it with Rue. He took a cautious step back.]

Mytho. My name is Mytho.

[icrowbot]

[She notices signs of recognition in his face, and her hand tightens on the taser]

Who made you?

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I... do not understand.

[He's lying. He knows that, but he also knows that he has no support in case of a fight, and that he has some plausible deniability. He is one of several Mythos, after all.]

[icrowbot]

[she sighs, but her hand goes to rest on her side]

What I mean to ask is this: Are you human?

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Yes.

[That was at least a lie he had grown accustomed to telling in his own world. He tried to force his expression into one of curiosity rather than fear. Doing more than simply following the flow of his emotions, acting as they instructed, was difficult.]

Are you not?

[icrowbot]

...Of course I am. [she peered at him suspiciously] You simply look like someone I was looking for, someone who's not human.

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[He recognizes that scrutinizing look.] There are many here who look like me. All that I have seen are human.

[icrowbot]

There was one who claimed to be a vampire.... Like in the stories. Have you read them?

[She doesn't know why she's asking him this. She feels strange, almost lonely in this quiet place.]

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[He manages to look thoughtful and not disconnected as he searches for - attempts to remember - any instance of reading about vampires.]

I have read some stories about vampires. Very few, but I have read them.

[icrowbot]

You should read more. They're... very interesting. They reveal a lot about humanity, I think.

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[Briefly, his curiosity does override his fear. The prospect of new insight into human thought intrigues him.] What do they reveal?

[icrowbot]

What humans fear. There's a trend of undetectability in vampire stories; they are always hidden until far too late. Also, the obsession with blood is telling.

[Some of this is what she has read in literary criticism, but slowly, she is learning how to draw her own conclusions.]