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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're feeling particularly observant, Xander, those two little fangs say 'yes.'* Eugh. Is there something particularly compelling about the name of my house that spurs you idiotic little man-children to comment on its lineage?

Would you care to know what nonsense "Xander" is when spelled backward? Or forward, for that matter?

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[Xander gets kind of caught up in this last question for a second.]

Rednax? Sounds like cold medicine, but not the expensive kind. Or those cheese curl things.

[Then it kind of hits him, what she is, and he starts backing away.]

Uh--we probably shouldn't be talking.

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Though I am loathe to call the mindless drivel pouring from your mouth "talking," I do not disagree.

And yet, I had you pegged for a buffoon, not a senseless coward. I haven't even threatened you yet.

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No, no, it's not that--I'm not afraid of you. I'm...sort of a Slayer assistant guy? [Yeah, that didn't sound very official at all. She could be right about the buffoon thing.]

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And what, exactly, is that supposed to be? Are you feebly attempting to brag? *It isn't a lie. If she recognizes the name Slayer, she doesn't show it.*

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Why yes, yes I am, as a matter of fact! I keep the stakes sharp, sort of like the corner coach, but for vampire slaying, not boxing.

1/2 S-so sorry, Xander

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"Vampire slaying"...? *A pause.*

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*Just.

Laughter.*

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What? What? [He's miffed.] We slay. Me. I have slayed before. A few times.

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Oh, I'm sure. My, your little tale must charm all of the children with a similarly vegetative intellect.

Do you have any idea how far beyond the likes of you something like that is?

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Well that's funny, because I clearly remember dusting a few vamps in my day, kid. It's only a fluke the first time.

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"Kid"? We are overconfident now, aren't we? In the event that your ludicrous little tale is even remotely true, then I am forced to conclude that whatever passes for a 'vampire' in your world must be woefully inept.

If you are attempting to frighten me, it won't work.

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No, I'm not trying to scare you, see, that's what I was trying to say before: I don't think we should talk.

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You are hardly a particularly engaging conversational partner, but I seen o reason for that. You pose no danger to me, and unless I am gravely mistaken, I have yet to make so much as a single threat.

Is my nature so grievously disagreeable?

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Hey, whoa there--I engage, alright?

And yeah--yea, you are. Kind of a jerk, in fact.

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*A Look.* I was referring to my being a vampire, Mr. Slayer Assistant.

Call it what you will. I simply see no reason to sugarcoat my words in a low-class place like this. It would simply be unacceptable for a lady of a noble house to do otherwise.

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Oh. Yeah, that too. I'm not overly fond of vampires, seeing as how they mostly try to kill me a lot.

[And one of my best friends is inexplicably DATING ONE RIGHT NOW GRRRR.]

Look--I might be low-class, but I'm loads of fun, baby.

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Perhaps the brutes that call themselves vampires in your world. Have I so much as threatened something, or are you merely displacing your fear onto someone who has done nothing to warrant it?

*Though. At his next words, there may be an aura of menace about her that wasn't there before. Her eye twitches.* "...baby?"

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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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