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birthright_rpg2013-10-21 05:31 am
primordial_visitation) wrote in birthright_rpg2013-10-21 05:31 am
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Nightclubbing For Demons
The girl... Blonde, strong - different. Valerie. About as much of an acquaintance as the host formerly known as 'Sabra' could realistically claim and one who had, between periodic visits, at least managed to coax a modicum of social grace from the controlling demonic entity within.
Bartering, financial transactions involving money, she was just about getting the hang of. Not because of being a slow learner, for she was anything but. It was just that Sabra possessed a habit of demanding, rather than making requests of others; be they polite or otherwise.
Yes, social graces were proving a little difficult for the Slayer's new... Friend. Or at least, what passed for one. Then again, on the up side, seeing as how Sabra had practically appointed the girl as a form of elected guide for this realm, having a form of trust was worthwhile.
Not casually slaughtering anyone but a handful of undead was a good thing, right? So far as Valerie had witnessed, anyway.
But tonight, Sabra was not in the motel room the blonde had provided for her. There was a strange combination of distaste and curiosity for the human world and the latter had been getting provoked by a seemingly constant watching of television. The show with puppets had been particularly useful for learning more about speech, words, letters and grammar. Numbers. The vampire-who-wasn't, taking joy from counting.
The club she now stood in was a much more mature choice of learning venue. Really, a woman like her might have seemed a little on the older scale of their usual customers, but Sabra had no way to know that, much less have reason to respect it. Looking around with her usual mixture of blank expression and partial scowl, at the crowds who milled past. That she wasn't wearing make-up likely contributed to her slightly unusual manner, too, but under dark lighting like this, maybe that wasn't too obvious.
Which was probably reason enough for someone to be caught in the bustle, almost spilling their drink against her. Sabra instantly fixing them with a look more fitting for a killer robot than human. Or would have been, were it not for the unusual nature of her verbal response.
"Why does the frog want to mate with the pig?"
[Open to anyone:]
Bartering, financial transactions involving money, she was just about getting the hang of. Not because of being a slow learner, for she was anything but. It was just that Sabra possessed a habit of demanding, rather than making requests of others; be they polite or otherwise.
Yes, social graces were proving a little difficult for the Slayer's new... Friend. Or at least, what passed for one. Then again, on the up side, seeing as how Sabra had practically appointed the girl as a form of elected guide for this realm, having a form of trust was worthwhile.
Not casually slaughtering anyone but a handful of undead was a good thing, right? So far as Valerie had witnessed, anyway.
But tonight, Sabra was not in the motel room the blonde had provided for her. There was a strange combination of distaste and curiosity for the human world and the latter had been getting provoked by a seemingly constant watching of television. The show with puppets had been particularly useful for learning more about speech, words, letters and grammar. Numbers. The vampire-who-wasn't, taking joy from counting.
The club she now stood in was a much more mature choice of learning venue. Really, a woman like her might have seemed a little on the older scale of their usual customers, but Sabra had no way to know that, much less have reason to respect it. Looking around with her usual mixture of blank expression and partial scowl, at the crowds who milled past. That she wasn't wearing make-up likely contributed to her slightly unusual manner, too, but under dark lighting like this, maybe that wasn't too obvious.
Which was probably reason enough for someone to be caught in the bustle, almost spilling their drink against her. Sabra instantly fixing them with a look more fitting for a killer robot than human. Or would have been, were it not for the unusual nature of her verbal response.
"Why does the frog want to mate with the pig?"
[Open to anyone:]