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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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Dollface?

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*She looks a bit more annoyed now.* And what makes you think you have the right to call me such crude names?

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I thought we already went over that; it's part of my "nature."

[He starts to tick off the reasons on his fingers.]

Low-class, cretinous, buffoon...sorry, kid, I don't mean to sound like a broken record here.

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Oh, how delightfully droll. I feel no need to sugarcoat my words for the likes of children - that gives you no right to be so impudent.

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Ha! I'm looking at it more as a privilege than a right.

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You are enjoying this, aren't you.

Could you be any more puerile?

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You are aware that just because I have yet to discipline you does not mean I am incapable of doing so.

[steadfastest.livejournal.com]

"Discipline," huh?

Yeah...that's not exactly doing anything to dissuade me. Sorry. And, come on--I was walking, here. It's not my fault you don't like it when people walk near you.

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What else would you call training a dog via force?

I was enjoying my tea and book. You spoke first. *Rachel, she pretends she's above being petty.

She so isn't.*

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What are you reading, anyway? Chick lit? Romance novel? Anarchist's Cookbook?

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*She just looks at him for a moment before closing the book and sliding it forward so that he can see the cover.

It's Bram Stoker's Dracula.*

It would seem that the old fable holds quite a place in the popular culture of some other words. Naturally, this quaint little tale is full of utter trash.

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[Xander takes a look at the cover.]

You know, there's one thing I never understood about that book: why they didn't figure things out a whole lot sooner.

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I would assume it's because they were a proverbial ship of fools one and all.

Are these... beliefs about vampires common knowledge in your world?

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Yeah, pretty much. Why? Are they not common where you come from?

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Of course not. This silly little tripe does not exist in my home, nor do its supposed "facts."

Then again, we are not common, either.

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You should move to my town. You'd probably meet some long-lost cousins or something. Of course, then Buffy would kill you. So maybe you shouldn't move there.

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I find that highly unlikely - on both counts.

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Look, kid, I'm willing to give you the benefit of the doubt under most circumstances. You'd wipe the floor with me. I know that. But Buffy's the Slayer, and the Slayer slays. That's why they call her the Slayer.

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You say this knowing nothing about me, or the extent of my abilities. I am perfectly willing to accept that your "Slayer" is quite lethal to those whom you call vampires in your world.

Am I one of those wretches?

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No, actually--you don't have all the--[Here Xander waves a hand in front of his face, indicating that she is lacking the "game face" bumpiness of a Hellmouth vamp.]

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*And Rachel just looks at him* The what?

[steadfastest.livejournal.com]

Your face isn't hideously ugly.

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It most certainly is not.

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Yeah, it's flipping adorable, actually. [He scratches his head and backs away a couple of steps.] Kinda confusing.