001: [holo] an inconvenience

[fogdar]

All in all, Eric is not in the best of moods. The vampire queen of Louisiana just forced him to play a game of yahtzee (capricious annoyance that she is), the Fellowship of the Sun have proved more of a headache than he'd given them credit for, and now, to cap it all, he finds himself suddenly in a horribly sterile room, with a profusion of the color silver around him. With his anger come the fangs, which are quite visible as he utters, with admirable composure:

"Newlin, you mentally deficient son-of-a-bitch, if this is your doing, I will not hesitate to rip your ridiculous quiff right out of your head and feed it to you. Slowly."