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*It's night-time, and outside of Building 6 there is a young-looking gothic lolita vampire and a bed of roses.

Rachel, in an attempt to not get dirty while planting a garden, has been attempting to do the entire thing with spatial manipulation - you might see the dirt itself shift around the roses if you looked long enough. Unfortunately, it doesn't seem to be going well for her, and the rose "garden" is lopsided and mismatched, and the roses don't look healthy. They're wilting a bit.

And because of this, Rachel is looking all the more irritated and frustrated.

Clearly this is the best time to bother her.*

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[steadfastest.livejournal.com]

Raaaaaaaaach! You know what? It's night time. So you don't need the goofy umbrella.

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Hmph. I do not carry it because I need it. *It's ttly fashion.*

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[steadfastest.livejournal.com]

You're kinda like Mary Poppins if Mary Poppins hated everyone. I'm visualizing you right now putting a little fist straight through Dick Van Dyke's straw hat.

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*That would be the best description ever. Unfortunately Rachel has no idea what he's talking about.* You are aware that not all of us share your predilection for insipid pop culture, are you not?

You seem to have confused hatred with disdain.

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[steadfastest.livejournal.com]

At least you care, right? What are you trying to do here, huh? Need any heavy lifting done? Manly muscles, right here.

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I am trying to plant a rose bed, which requires less brute force and more finesse and elan.

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[steadfastest.livejournal.com]

Elan? Those are creme filled, right? I could go pick some up from the bakery.

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Elan is the spirit to persist. Not a pastry.

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[steadfastest.livejournal.com]

You know, pastries fill me with the spirit to do almost anything. Come on, there has to be something I can do to help you.

[Maybe he is a masochist. Why, Xander, why.]

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...if you insist. I will not dirty my own hands; I have no taste for manual labor.

Do you really think you can handle my roses without so much as hurting a single stalk?

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[steadfastest.livejournal.com]

There aren't any no-stalk-hurting guarantees in the contract, but I think I can handle it.

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Nonetheless, I will hold you fully accountable for any damage.

You may proceed.

[steadfastest.livejournal.com]

Proceed with what? I don't think I can give them mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. Well, I could, but it would be gross, and they don't have mouths.

...Uh, "accountable" how exactly? Your people speak sternly to my people?

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Plant them. Surely that can't be so hard to understand?

I shall think of a suitable punishment for failure.

[steadfastest.livejournal.com]

Okay, that wasn't terrifying or anything. Uh. I think I'm going to need a shovel or something...

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If it sets your mind at ease, I won't kill you.

There is a trowel nearby, and that will simply have to suffice.

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Hey, who said kill me? I never said kill me. [He picks up the trowel, gets down on his knees, and starts in.]

So why bother with this, anyway?

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That is what mortals find most terrifying, is it not?

...I simply enjoy the company of roses. I have quite the magnificent garden at my estate - here, I suppose I must settle for less.

[steadfastest.livejournal.com]

And by the look of them, they LOVE your company, too. [He's digging into the dirt, trying to make the soil flower-ready.]

....You've got an estate, huh?

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They thrive magnificently back at my home, so my presence has nothing to do with this.

And yes, I do. Is it so surprising?

[steadfastest.livejournal.com]

Nope. I'm not surprised at all. [Carefully he lowers one plant into the dirt and starts tamping down the soil.] You just seem like the type, you know?

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It has been in my family for centuries. It most certainly puts everything in this putrid place to shame.

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Hey, don't look at me. [He holds up two soil-darkened hands.] I'm pretty sure I'm one of the soiled peasants.

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Hmph. You're hardly alone in that. Most mortals are never even fortunate enough to catch a glimpse of it, let alone see it for themselves.

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So I bet it's one big non-stop vampire party there, huh? [He moves on to the next plant, setting it in the soil by the first.]