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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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If you are what passes for a vampire in your world, than I am most glad that you are not one of my kin.

[pileof-ashes.livejournal.com]

I could have easily said the same of you, but you beat me to it. [Rose is not surprised that she's a vampire. She smells dead.]

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I suspect that will not be the first time that occurs.

And at least I am not a walking corpse. *Vampires in her world aren't dead! ...it's weird.*

[pileof-ashes.livejournal.com]

[Oh, I didn't know that!]

You aren't? I thought you were a vampire.

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*Like I said, it's weird and never extrapolated on. As near as I can determine, they're just like... a race. But you can be turned into one. And become a half-vampire. IDK.* You thought correctly, for once. I am.

[pileof-ashes.livejournal.com]

Interesting. [Pause.] Well, you certainly have the arrogance and narcissism of one.

[lol look who's talking]

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And it is well-deserved, I assure you. *Yep.*