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[deadmanbrucolac]

Occasionally, there is a vampire. This is one such occasion. He appears to be taking a nap by a glowing pool in the nexus. Why does a vampire need to take a nap, and why out in the open by a big bright bowl of moonlight? He doesn't need to explain himself to you, is why!

Unless you ask, of course.

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[heardmermaids]

Time has no real meaning here and Sebastian returns to the pool some time after he's spoken with Nuala. Wise enough to let sleeping vampires lie, Sebastian takes out a book and has a seat near the edge of the pool.

[deadmanbrucolac]

It is entirely possible that the Brucolac was sleeping under the rippling light the ENTIRE TIME...but if that was true he would probably be a lot more glowy. Who knows?

In any case, now that he is feeling better rested and a bit peckish fiesty, the Brucolac waits for Sebastian to get settled and then employs all of his considerable stealth to suddenly be lounging right here, just behind Sebastian. Which puts him at an excellent angle to snatch the book right out of the poor man's hands.

Spoiled children and cats have nothing on nasty old vampires when it comes to attention getting devices

[heardmermaids]

Unable to stifle his surprise, Sebastian's instinctual response to what he perceives to be an attack causes the air around him to grow thick with a heavy sort of power that almost waver like heat rising off a stone. Once he's able to react consciously, he stands quickly and begins backing away from the Brucolac while whispering into a cupped palm.

[deadmanbrucolac]

"Peace, thaumaturgist," he rasps in what little is left of his voice. He flips over to lay on his back and smiles up into Sebastian's alarm, delighted and utterly unrepentant. "I couldn't do you any mischief here anyway, nor you me."

The nexus he's used to has an AV field, after all. It's prrrobably best that he continue to believe in its presence, whether it's still there or not.

[heardmermaids]

There's something small, moving and glowing much like the moonlight in his cupped palm; should the Brucolac look at it very closely, it's a miniature patronus in the shape of a manticore.

"May I have my book and cane back?"