HEEEELLOOOO VATHEON!
Characters: Draculaura & vatheon
Location: EVERYWHERE. I mean it. Wherever you want to find her is just fine, but she's starting out in the plaza.
Time: Starting mid-day
Style: Whatever is comfortable.
Status: OPEN LIKE THE MAUL ON A SATURDAY AFTERNOON ( Read more... )
Location: EVERYWHERE. I mean it. Wherever you want to find her is just fine, but she's starting out in the plaza.
Time: Starting mid-day
Style: Whatever is comfortable.
Status: OPEN LIKE THE MAUL ON A SATURDAY AFTERNOON ( Read more... )
"...that's either the worst or most appropriate lame-o pun I've ever heard."
Sure, where he came from they did about as much cheer leading as they did fear mongering and cold, heartless pranks (which he did give 'em props for, he admired dedication), but...fearleaders? Talk about truth in advertising. Maybe Heather was one of 'em, it'd definitely explain a lot.
"And I didn't, I was just goin' by that frilly outfit you got on."
...and the fact that she was so cheerful and bubbly it made him want to start breaking things, but even Duncan could keep some thoughts to himself.
"Seein' as how you're dripping wet, either you're new, or you've been living under a rock since I got here and just decided to go for a swim in the fountain." He was betting on that first one. He'd have definitely noticed that much neon pink running around.
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"This old thing? These are my normal clothes, they don't look anything like my fearleading uniform!" She replied with a slight shake of her head, frown vanishing almost as soon as it had come. There was, however, a curious tilt of her head as the rest of his words finally sunk in.
"...you're not a monster, are you?" She did sound just the least bit disappointed, but not too much so. It really would have been nice to have someone from back home, she knew well enough that this was very far away from where she was accustomed to being.
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"...uhhh, no, not a monster," he confirmed, sounding every bit as confused as she probably was disappointed. "Why would I be?"
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"But now that I look at you, you're definitely a normie, aren't you?" She asked with a smile, tilt to her head straightening up some.
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Granted, Duncan had his suspicions, but since he hadn't been able to piece together the whole 'monster' thing yet, they just confused him more than anything else. Well, that, and made him wonder if he should feel insulted. I mean, being called 'normal'? Him, the guy who'd managed to pull a Devil's Night prank so awesome it gave a dozen five year olds seizures. 'Normal' felt kinda insulting.
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"It's more of a fact, I would say." She finally replied, shifting her weight just a little. "Everyone back home is a monster of some sort and if you're not a monster, then you're a normie, you know a human."
She said this with some finality and a nod, though her hands came up rather defensively after a moment of silence.
"Not that it's a bad thing to be a normie! We've got a few of them in school with us, there's even a scary cool one that lives next door to father and I."
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"So what's that make you, the Perky Pink People-Eater?" Duncan asked, and while he was at least open to the notion of more supernatural people existing out there, well, it was pretty obvious he wasn't taking her completely seriously just yet. On the plus side, she wasn't the only one- Ember had to fly around and phase through things before he believed her, and the chick had flaming hair for crying out loud...
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"I'm a vampire." She added as the look faded from her face, leaning in and opening her mouth to show off her fangs before she went on rather brightly. "I'm a vegan though, so you're definitely safe!"
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"How does that even work?" Duncan asked, but quickly held his hands up to stifle any response she might have been working on. "Nevermind, I don't care. You've got some work to do. First, you got one o' these." Now it was his SFC that he held up, for her to get a nice clear look at (so long as it was within the next, oh, 2.5 seconds, because it's shaped like a starfish and he's not gonna stand around with his arm held out for half an hour so she could inspect the finer details). Despite Duncan's best efforts, it seemed nigh impossible to break, and was in the same more-or-less-new condition it'd been in when he showed up.
"Everybody gets one. Find yours, because it's like one big, stupid looking cell phone that lets you keep tabs on what's goin' on in this glorified fish bowl."
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"...it's not a cute as my iCoffin, but the functions look the same..."
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One of these days, Duncan was going to be in a particularly lousy mood, and 'forget' to warn people about that particular function. Fortunately for the new arrival, today was not that day.
"Oh, and get used to these stupid fairies," he practically growled, jerking a thumb over one shoulder to indicate his own little green annoyance fluttering around nearby. "Everybody gets one o' them too, and they won't buzz off. Or die."
...yup, spoken like someone who'd tried.
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"Ooooh...I've never seen one that small before!" She exclaimed, leaning in close to get a better look at it before pulling back to try and catch a glimpse of hers. "Are they all the same colour or are they different for different people?"
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Because really, what the heck was an iCoffin? Granted, if it was just like these communicators, Duncan figured it'd probably make a pretty wicked present for Gwen if he ever got outta here, but beyond that his interest was minimal at best. Little-Miss-Pinkiepire could keep something like that to herself for all he cared.
"They seem to be pretty random, kinda like the sorta people who get pulled here. Guess I'm just lucky mine picked the right color." That...actually sounded like a veiled threat at his own fairy, oddly enough. Still, it didn't seem to mind. It never did, it just kept fluttering around like it always did. "Anyway. Just about everything's free here so long as you flash the mark, but stuff from home's gonna cost ya tokens. You want those, you get a job."
Man, that word was spat out like it was some diseased piece of meat. Truth be told, Duncan didn't really mind his job: working on bikes was second nature to him, he'd stolen and wrecked so many. This was just a way to get paid for it. What he didn't like was the whole packaged deal: having a boss, having to clean the shop when things get slow, the little things. He just wasn't an "authority" kinda guy.
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"Free, like free free? Or like buy one get one free?" She asked, eyes narrowing some as she leaned in again. "Is the mark like a card or something?"
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"Free, like free free? Or like buy one get one free?"
"Free like five-finger-discount free, except there's no need to swipe it. Down here, us 'guests' get just about everything for free," Duncan explained, before reluctantly pulling down his dog collar to show the new girl his mark. And naturally, wished very hard that it was something less...girly. Why couldn't he get a flaming skull or some crossed guitars or something?! "Everybody gets one sweetheart. Everyone. They just don't always show up in the same place. If you're lucky, yours ain't anywhere embarrassing."
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"...so...how am I supposed to know where it is?" She finally asked, her brow furrowing as she looked up at him again.
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