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Post by Yager on Mar 9, 2009 21:13:51 GMT -5
"Great to meet you... er... I know this is not customary, but... could you give me a hand here? It appears my coat is a bit reluctant to come off..."
It was somewhat of an understatement, really. The coat almost seemed to be fused to his very skin... and it felt icky. And now they were on a name-basis, such a minor request for help could be reasonably honored.
After all, who wanted to be slain by a hunter stuck to his rather filthy coat?
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Post by Graf von Krolock on Mar 9, 2009 21:31:17 GMT -5
Krolock almost did a double-take. Almost.
"What? Certainly, I cannot." He said, somewhat haughtily.
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Post by Yager on Mar 9, 2009 21:34:59 GMT -5
"Honestly, man... be a bit more sportive about this whole thing." Yager shook his head as he continued to struggle against his coat with very little success.
"Even if it was just because this thing might beat you to either the... what was it again? Tearing me limb from limb? Thing. Or eating me... or whatever else this is doing."
The vampire hunter by now had a feeling that whatever stuff was on his coat was slowly eating its way to his skin... God knew what it would do upon arrival.
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Post by Graf von Krolock on Mar 9, 2009 22:02:30 GMT -5
"You are asking me to assist someone that is an avowed hunter of what I am. I shall have to politely decline."
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Post by Yager on Mar 10, 2009 6:14:29 GMT -5
"It's not as if I've got the stake to your chest, now is it?" Yager grunted as his wrestling continued. "Even if it's just because at present I can't seem to find a stake... ah-ha!"
With a rather unattractive sound, somewhere between ripping and squelching, the hunter's right arm shot free from its gooey prison. He shot the count a really rather triumphant look that might've better befitted a man who'd defeated the vampire in battle ten times over rather than someone who'd just managed to escape from his own coat.
"Besides, at least I'm being honest about it," he mumbled while extracting his left arm from the substance that had once been clothing.
Once the offending ex-garment was on the floor, Yager decided he might as well also check his pants' pockets, starting with the left one. This proved a bad idea.
The hunter leaped a foot into the air with a startled yelp and when his left hand came back out of his pocket a rather small but VERY determined turtle with VERY sharp teeth was hanging from his ring finger.
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Post by Graf von Krolock on Mar 10, 2009 11:45:07 GMT -5
Krolock pretended not to hear the words, easy enough for an aristocrat who'd had practice in doing such things.
The sudden commotion got only a raised eyebrow.
"It seems as though your passenger has a few complaints about the accomodations."
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Post by Yager on Mar 10, 2009 11:48:05 GMT -5
"If by that you mean 'there's a turtle hanging from your finger', then yes... I've noticed."
Yager shook his hand in an attempt to dislodge the tiny, but still very sharp teeth piercing his skin. It was rather unsuccessful and only resulted in the creature biting down harder.
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Post by Graf von Krolock on Mar 10, 2009 17:11:05 GMT -5
With a sigh, and a running mental commentary on how this is what getting no sleep did to a vampire, Krolock got down from the coffin, walked over, and plucked the offending turtle off of Yager.
He dropped the shelled reptile on the floor, where it landed upside-down, little feet wiggling in the air.
"Problem solved."
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Post by Yager on Mar 10, 2009 17:19:35 GMT -5
"Ah, thank you... very kind." Yager gave the vampire a nod before looking at the damage to his finger.
In spite of the sharpness of the reptile's teeth, the wound was relatively minor. Yet it was, as wounds on the finger are prone to do, bleeding a lot for something so small.
The keen observer might notice the way the vampire hunter's pupils dilated slightly and how his breathing got a bit more shallow before he stuck the finger in his mouth, mumbling a Romanian curse directed at the entire turtle population around it.
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Post by Graf von Krolock on Mar 10, 2009 20:01:41 GMT -5
Krolock did notice, but thanks to the strangeness of the encounter, he didn't focus on it.
"It could have been worse," he said conversationally. "It might have been one of thos diseased rats from the sewer."
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Post by Yager on Mar 11, 2009 5:19:32 GMT -5
"Mwy know, mwyf mwhed..." Yager paused for a moment and made a point of removing his finger from his mouth before trying to speak again. Somehow the wound seemed smaller now, though it was still bleeding.
"Sorry," he offered with a grin. "As I was saying... I know, I met one of those. About this high." He held his uninjured hand at eye-level. "Hit me over the head with a stick."
The hunter frowned, as if only now he realised this was not everyday rat behaviour.
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Post by Graf von Krolock on Mar 11, 2009 16:04:22 GMT -5
Krolock was silent a moment at the...strange...news. After the pause, he spoke again, cautiously.
"A...wererat?"
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Post by Yager on Mar 11, 2009 16:08:26 GMT -5
Yager scratched his head for a bit as he pondered this.
"Is it near the full moon again?" As a vampire hunter, he didn't really concern himself with such things, but werestuff had a habit of showing up somewhere around full moon from what he knew.
He scratched his chin with his left hand, smearing some remaining blood there from his now surprisingly uninjured finger. "I think it was wearing a bathrobe..."
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Post by Graf von Krolock on Mar 12, 2009 15:57:48 GMT -5
"I believe it is a full moon...and I am unsurprised by the robe. You can't expect shapechangers to have any sense of style."
He was showing what, in most canons, tended to be a natural vampire bias against were-beasts.
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Post by Yager on Mar 12, 2009 16:04:32 GMT -5
"I wouldn't know, really... I tend to focus on vampires, so I don't really bother learning more about other species. Well, except when said species is trying to eat me, in which case I try to figure out how to get away from them as soon as possible."
This seemed quite a good life philosophy to Yager. If anything that wasn't a vampire tried to eat him, he'd get the Hell away from it. If it was a vampire trying to have him for lunch... well, perhaps a last meal was a reasonable thing to allow someone, even if that person had already technically died. Yager wasn't one to get stuck on technicalities.
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