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[fromgraytoblue]

[ On one hand, this one will consider himself very lucky he ended up somewhere totally unfamiliar at night, when he needn't worry about the sun beyond finding shelter from it come morning. On the other hand...he has no idea where he is, and these bland decorations and endless halls do nothing to help him figure it out

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[spurslikestars]

[Texas isn't usually one to be wandering around at night, but he's had trouble sleeping since Valentine's Day. He was on his way to the kitchen, when he could have sworn he heard someone else in the hall. One hand reflexively goes for his revolver.]

Who's there?

[fromgraytoblue]

[ At first Vampy didn't pay much attention to someone else being near. It's not until Texas speaks that he pauses, apparently debating. He knew he atleast isn't supposed to heed the call of someone who wasn't one of his kind, and even then. It had the potential to be too dangerous. But he has no idea where he is. That voice was somewhat familiar, too...

He quietly steps closer, and when he speaks he takes care to make sure his fangs don't show. ]

Just me.

[spurslikestars]

[Texas recognizes the voice before anything else. He lets the hand on his revolver fall.]

Chief. What're ya doin' wanderin' around so late?

[fromgraytoblue]

[ That...makes him pause a bit. The other acted as if he had always been around. ]

...it seems I've got myself a bit turned 'round.

[spurslikestars]

Turned around...?

[That seems odd, but...not really terribly out there. Hammerspace can be very easy to get lost in at times, especially when it's dark.]

Well, ya need me to take ya somewhere? I know where we are.

[fromgraytoblue]

Unless ya could take me back ta tha alley I was just in a few minutes ago, then no.

[spurslikestars]

An alley?

[Texas squints at him.]

I hope ya don't mind me askin', Chief, but which Confederacy are ya, the past one or the present one? I can't tell in the dark.

[fromgraytoblue]

Pardon? That hardly makes any sense. There can only be one of me.

[ Maybe he can figure out why Texas seems so familiar with him, while he hasn't seen the other since the war. ]

[spurslikestars]

[Whoa- That's very telling.]

...Have you never been here before?

[fromgraytoblue]

I don' recognize this place, no.

[spurslikestars]

...Okay. That changes things.

[Yes, new Confederacy, of some sort.]

There's alot ya need to know then, 'bout this place. Ya wanna have a seat somewhere so we can talk?

[fromgraytoblue]

[ Somehow he seems as if he doesn't really want to have a talk, but gives a minute nod. ]

A'ight.

[spurslikestars]

[Texas heads into a living room just across from them and flicks on a lamp. He settles into an armchair afterwards.]

This'll all sound crazy, but at least listen, okay?

[fromgraytoblue]

[ There's a moment where Vampy seems to frown at the lamp, before sitting down a more in the shadows away from it. It wasn't bright enough to hurt, but he didn't see any reason to give Texas the oppurtunity to notice anything about him. ]

As ya wish.

[spurslikestars]

[That...seems odd. CSA won't come near him. Maybe it's just caution, Texas reasons. He can't fault the other a healthy dose of caution in such a situation.]

This place is called Hammerspace. It takes places from all over the world an' all sorts-a times and holds'em here. You're the...third Confederacy I've seen here. One's from the Civil War, one's from 2012 an'... Well, then there's you.

[fromgraytoblue]

War fer Southern Independence.

[ It's still a automatic reaction to correct that. He is still...well, him. It's only then he turns his attention back to the rest of the words. ]

...what are these other two li'e, then?