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Post by Sir_Integral on Jul 3, 2010 21:14:03 GMT -5
Neither of them really intended to head to the library. It's just the way bookworms gravitate...Integral holds the door open for her friend, pulling it behind them. Inside, Integral falls into her favorite wingback and crosses her legs in one fluid motion. "...Prudence," says. "I took you out today...with ulterior motives..." She smiles weakly. "But who needs an excuse for cake?" She folds her hands over her knee. "Obviously you see...how bad things have gotten recently...the attacks...Even Sir. Winfield, and for all we know, Captain Bernadette, have been infected...We need to caution others against these attacks..." She frowns. "I can see it on your face, 'How can you do that when you run a secret organization?' She smirks and leans forward slightly. "That's where you come in..."
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Post by Prudence on Jul 4, 2010 0:55:35 GMT -5
Prudence arched an eyebrow in a way that she felt was much like Dr. Strange, but she knew probably didn't look it. "Are you suggesting...," she started slowly, adding the factors together in her head, "I become your...official-unofficial spokesperson, as it were?" She considered it a moment with a thoughtful frown. "How, though?" she asked, more t+o herself than to Integral. "It's not an easy task to convince the world at large to be ready for a threat they find fictional...unless one is George Romero, I suppose. But zombies are gross all around, how do I convince anyone to guard themselves against vampires when half of England's female population is in love with them, due to a woeful misunderstanding of how they work, and how terrible Robert Pattinson must smell in real life?"
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Post by Sir_Integral on Jul 4, 2010 2:10:28 GMT -5
Integral grins. "By doing what you do best... I want you to write a book." She stands, pacing between their chairs. "Something between a novel and a survival guide. We'll develop a bit of a fake cult following, which will encourage the real thing, and this book will skyrocket, hopefully, on their own, someone will realize that these preventative measures really do work...and when you're confronted about it...hit them with your vampire research. It's so simple....but I think it will work..." She sits back down and crosses her legs, pulling a cigarillo from her breast pocket. "This is your chance to be a hero, Prudence...It needs to be done, and you're the only person I'd even begin to trust with this project."
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Post by Prudence on Jul 4, 2010 22:53:44 GMT -5
Prudence smirked a little bit. "Astroturfing, eh? I suppose I could pull something like that together." She put a hand to her chin thoughtfully, and continued, "Could quote actual vampiric research in a tongue-in-cheek sort of way, even. Did old Abraham leave behind any notes I can crib from?" She laughed a bit, as she was mostly joking about that bit. "I can see it now: Despite what current fantasy novels say, vampires make terrible boyfriends." At this, she gave a full on snicker.
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Post by Sir_Integral on Jul 5, 2010 6:28:09 GMT -5
Integral cracks a smile. "Once one arrives to the necking-stage of the relationship, it's all over..." She chuckles. "My grandfather did, in fact, leave all sorts of material behind...I think...between Walter, myself, and, Alucard, of course, we could manage to guide you through his real journals." She sits back, inhaling her cigarillo deeply, waiting for Prudence to have some sort of literature-related orgasm. She smiles at the thought of her best friend, curled up in bed, reading Abraham's diary, and making notes in her own. She cocks her head at Prudence, adjusting her glasses at the precise moment they begins to slip down her nose. "...Why do I feel like a con-artist?" She grins.
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Post by Prudence on Jul 8, 2010 17:34:50 GMT -5
Prudence's mouth was literally watering at the idea. She swallowed hard to stop herself from breaking into a full-on drool. "Don't feel bad. This is being a con-artist for the greater good. God and Queen, and all'at." She smiles a bit at the thought that this might mean someone would actually buy and read her books. Inflating the numbers hadn't ever occurred to her. Then again, she was far too broke to do that herself.
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Alucard
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What a perfect night..
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Post by Alucard on Jul 23, 2010 23:35:30 GMT -5
And as always, without so much as a warning, a thick, black mist began to accumulate over a nearby wall, slowly forming into a more human-like shape, followed of course by an eerie almost whale-call type noise. Next to appear were those tell-tale glowing red eyes, amidst a smile so toothy and wide it'd easily be mistaken for an extreme nightmarish distortion of the Cheshire cat. In either case, the subject certainly wasn't human. A deep, hearty, almost mocking laugh filled the room, as the mist finally formed into a long red coat, along with the rest of Alucard's clothing, minus the sunglasses and hat.
Eventually, the laughing stopped. Craning his head in Prudence's direction, he eyed her carefully, that wicked grin never leaving his side as he spoke. "That disgusting 'Edward' fellow is a mockery of my kind, and a mere tick in the full spectrum of what true vampires are capable of..."
His face contorted slightly, showing a bit of annoyance and anger now instead of his usual devil-may-care countenance. Practically seething now, he continued. "Much like everything else to a stupid, love-deprived woman, she must make a creature of the night shiny and pretty, like a crowned jewel that could also act as a boy toy....and the nerve, of even portraying vampires as regretting what they've become!!!! ....if they were so unhappy, I would have gladly ripped their heads off to let their infernal 'sparkling' clatter to the floor..." Bowing his head slightly, he regains the grin, as if the moment of anger had passed. "But of course, they're not real..just an overblown romance novel..ahh yes....", he said to himself, silently walking closely toward the two, as if he were floating in mid-air. "But a book of the truth...to survive against and kill vampires...? ...And would any of these methods even be capable of destroying me....? Now you've gotten me curious...." he said, amused, but with a hint of sarcasm.
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Post by Sir_Integral on Jul 27, 2010 2:18:53 GMT -5
Integral grins at her pet. "Doubtful, my dear monster. It takes more than Italian cuisine and holy water to do you in...How else could you survive Maxwell." She chuckles at her own joke and leans back in her chair, her head tucking into the corner to watch the smoke rise above her. "No...we're dealing with second-rate monsters...mere vermin...pests in comparison to anything you'd even take an interest in, Al'card. Prudence' book isn't meant to advise citizens to protect against Kings or Counts, just cheep imitations and the illness they're spreading. She sits up to look at them both. "This is going to take a lot of effort on all our parts..."
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Post by Prudence on Jul 27, 2010 2:38:12 GMT -5
"Who's Maxwell? You know what, never mind," Prudence says, waving a hand and shaking her head. "What would be the most effective strategy for generally not getting sucked dry? F'r'example, it's pretty well accepted in pop culture by now that if you want to fight off zombies, you should pack a shotgun, yeah? So, what would the vampiric equivalent be, for shorthand purposes? A good old fashioned stake?" Once again Prudence's mind is going too fast for her mouth, not that her mouth is ever far behind. "For that matter, what are the specifications with that? Does one need to do all that ceremony, with the hammer and all--" she mimed hammering a stake in front of her "--or can one just...." She finished her sentence by pretending to viciously stake an invisible vampire nearby, a la Buffy the Vampire Slayer. "I mean, obviously, there are other options, but sneakily putting a wild rose on a coffin lid is significantly less practical for your average vampire-killing Londoner on-the-go."
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