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[vampiremarquise]

*there's another vampire on the ship, this one on the deck, standing right at the edge of it, leaning over the railing in a manner that would certainly be impossible for anyone mortal. She wears a loose shirt, breeches and a cloak: a man's clothing from the early 1800's, though the effect is somewhat upset by her long blonde hair - it's just grown

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[doorframelover]

*^_______^* *this would be Lestat wandering over to stand next to her* I wondered when you would show up. *because it's always good to have someone else who doesn't have Issues with him here*

[vampiremarquise]

*she smiles at him, not seeming too suprised to see him* Lestat, my son, surely you knew that we would always find each other again. Someday, our travels would have to intersect.

[doorframelover]

*grins* And that is why I wondered when, Gabrielle.

[vampiremarquise]

*her grin is so similar to his that no one could mistake them for anything but relatives, even if they might not realize that she quite is his mother* I have missed you, Lestat.

[forvengeance]

*smirkyface* Gabrielle. Truly, it is as delightful as ever to see you.

[vampiremarquise]

*from her, he gets an open glare* Armand. I'm afraid that I can't claim to feel any delight upon seeing you.

[forvengeance]

I'm wounded. Really.

[vampiremarquise]

Then you ought to go off and mourn somewhere, and leave me alone, but since you probably won't do that because annoying me is an oppurtunity you wouldn't pass up - what ever happened to those pathetic vampires that we saved, Armand?

[sevendecksbelow]

"Can I help you...sir?" The last word is tentative, but he's still fairly sure no woman from the era of those clothes would dress as a man.

[vampiremarquise]

*turns around to look at him, an amused smile on her face because, this time, she wasn't even making an effort to disguise herself.* I really don't think I need any help at the moment, but thank you anyway.

[sevendecksbelow]

*coughs* Beggin' yer pardon, ma'am. I'll just be off then, shall I?

[vampiremarquise]

*looks at him for a moment, and he would do well to notice the fangs and be very, very careful, because dear Gabrielle has not fed yet* Without introducing yourself to me? I'm Gabrielle, by the way.

[accursed_youth]

"You should be careful." All innocent and charming, curls and ribbons, a little smile.

[vampiremarquise]

*Gabrielle turns around, and Claudia might just see something of someone she knows in her face, which hardly shows her surprise at seeing a child who is one of her kind, just in her eyes* Being careful is boring, depressing, and pointless. I've had enough of it in my life. Who are you?

[accursed_youth]

And she does, her face flickers as she struggles to place her familiarity. "...Perhaps."

"I am Claudia." And she curtsies. "And you?"

[vampiremarquise]

*doesn't curtsey or bow, because she doesn't do that sort of thing* I'm Gabrielle. *a pause and then, because she has a suspicion caused by the flickering confusion on Claudia's face,* De Lioncourt.