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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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[steadfastest.livejournal.com]

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?

[steadfastest.livejournal.com]

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.

[steadfastest.livejournal.com]

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?"

[steadfastest.livejournal.com]

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?

[steadfastest.livejournal.com]

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.

[steadfastest.livejournal.com]

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?

[steadfastest.livejournal.com]

 

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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.*

[steadfastest.livejournal.com]

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.

[steadfastest.livejournal.com]

[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?

[steadfastest.livejournal.com]

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.

[steadfastest.livejournal.com]

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.

[steadfastest.livejournal.com]

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.