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

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*For a moment, Rachel looks almost genuinely taken aback - it's rare that anybody calls her "adorable."

She's not quite sure if she should feel insulted or not.* ...and I am thankful for it. Then the "vampires" in your world are malformed?

[steadfastest.livejournal.com]

[He snorts at this.]

Yes. Malformed jackasses.

[It might be apparent from the sound of his voice that he's actually talking about ONE vampire in particular.]

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And is that an inherent trait, or simply something... common?

[steadfastest.livejournal.com]

I don't know, now--I thought it was something that happened to all vampires right before they start sucking blood. WHICH is a disgusting habit, by the way--I might be just some lower-middle-class idiot to you, but at least I'm a lower-middle-class idiot who doesn't drink the blood of others.

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*Rachel picks up her cup of tea and sips it quietly, before setting it down and responding* It is a revolting little urge, isn't it? *She doesn't exactly sound sad, but the edge seems to be gone from her voice.*

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Seriously. [He continues on blithely, eyeing her teacup.] So what rules apply to your kind of vampire?

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"Rules"? What an absurd question. What "rules" apply to your kind of human?

[steadfastest.livejournal.com]

[He shrugs.] Pretty simple: feed me a minimum of three times a day. Don't eat my friends. Never dress up in a clown suit around me. Stuff like that.

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Hm. I require nourishment, drink, and rest, the same as anything that lives. Beyond that... *She taps the cover of the book* ...none of this is true.

I enjoy tea and the smell of roses. That is the sort of vampire I am. Does that answer your question?

[steadfastest.livejournal.com]

I know a Watcher who'd probably enjoy hanging out with you, then. He's cultured, literate, tweedy. British. Basically the anti-me. You'd love him.

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Perhaps. It is pleasant to speak with people capable of holding an intelligent conversation for a change.

...the way you say "Watcher" - it is a position?

[steadfastest.livejournal.com]

Uh, yeah. He, you know...watches. [Unsure of how much to reveal of Giles's role in the slaying world to Rachel.]

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*This look.*

Yes. That much was implied.

[steadfastest.livejournal.com]

[Okay, so maybe more than just that.]

He's in charge of the slayer, basically. Sort of like a teacher, or a coach or something.

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Ah. Then I would hope he would be learned. A teacher who knows little is a poor instructor indeed.

[steadfastest.livejournal.com]

Well, if you see a nerdy looking English guy wandering around, it's probably him. He's a good guy, though. He's gotten us out of a lot of trouble.

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*I could have sworn I'd tagged this. I MAY HAVE GOTTEN IT CONFUSED WITH THE OTHER CONVERSATION THOUGH...*

I do not find that very difficult to believe, and shall keep it in mind.

SOKAY

[steadfastest.livejournal.com]

....Guess I'll see you around, then.

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Perhaps you will.

*A pause, and then she reaches to the copy of "Dracula" sitting on the table.* Do you want this? I certainly have no reason to keep it.

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[He looks at it with kind of a bored expression before taking it.]

Yeah, I guess. Sure.

...Thanks.

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Do not mention it.

*She leans back, raising her cup to her lips again* Good evening, then.

[steadfastest.livejournal.com]

Later, Rachel. [With book in hand he tries to walk away looking as cool as possible, tapping the book against the side of his leg.]