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*It's late dusk, and there is a certain young-looking gothic lolita sitting at a table outside of Building 6, slowly sipping a cup of tea and flipping through a book.

If you pass by, you may get the very distinct sense that she is horribly judging you.*

(ooc: Geez, lots of people! And they probably all hate Rachel now. I'm going to bed, will resume tagging tomorrow!)

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*Yes! Women can have arguments with just their eyes alone.

This goes double for vampire women.*

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[Definitely. Here, have another glare.]

What are you looking at?

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Absolutely nothing of consequence. *Prideful glare! Just to mix things up.*

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Oh, pardon me. I thought you were looking my person.

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I believe that is what I just said, yes.

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Then there must be something wrong with your vision,

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Of course not. It is every bit as flawless as the rest of me.

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[Haughty laugh.] There is nothing flawless about you.

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Alas, one cannot expect the blind to understand perfection.

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You really shouldn't call yourself blind.

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And you really ought to pay attention to the things your superiors say.

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[She looks around.] I don't see any of my superiors here.

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Have we not already established that there is much you don't see? You must be as dull-witted as you are blind.

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I'm sorry, I thought we were talking about you. After all, the only one dull-witted here is you.

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Do try to keep up with the conversation, difficult though it might be. I am flawless and your superior in every way. Not that this is particularly difficult, mind you.

You haven't a clue as to whom you're speaking in such an insolent manner, do you?

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Obviously, you are so accustomed to lying through your teeth that you're starting to believe what you're saying. I am perfection, while you are just a mere child whose only hope is to aspire to grow half as beautiful as me.

No, I don't, and I can't say I really care to find out.

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Child? A child? If that is what you think, then I have all the proof I need of your myopia.

Willful ignorance is still ignorance, girl.

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I know nothing of you. What else can I base my observations on but your appearance? You talk as if I have age-detector.

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Have you no sense? If all you rely on is your vision, then you do yourself a disservice.

Only one of us here is a child.

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Unfortunately, I do not care enough to actually gather information about you.

Believe me, I am not a child.

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Then you are dim-witted and unwise.

Are not all things relative? Even the eldest in a village is but an infant to the most aged oak.

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It's not unwise to care nothing about a stranger who keeps insulting me.

You are implying that you're older than me? [She does not sound so surprised. After all, mere infants have been turned in her world.]

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But it is unwise to care to learn nothing about another in this world who might be a potential threat. Or, in your case, an amusement.

Am I? I see no reason to confirm or deny that statement either way.

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The dead cannot be threatened.

I have mentioned that I don't really care, haven't I?

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Oh? I thought I smelled a corpse.

Perhaps, perhaps not. Arrogance and hubris go hand in hand.