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Post by Inu on Mar 1, 2010 11:45:51 GMT -5
For the most part, human gathering places did not appeal to Yorick at all. He had no interest in going to the grocery store, or the post office, or even the school some days. The Library, on the other hand, was a completely different matter.
Perhaps it was the age of it. The building itself was fairly old-fashioned, but it had been fixed up several times so that hardly counted. The books inside were a little old, at least in human-terms. However, even these young things were old compared with the rest of the town. Pretty much every public building in Lamdon was either redone or scheduled to be redone. Yorick didn't like this. It wasn't as if he wanted to live in an authentically 1800s town; it was just that he would rather things not be so shiny all the time. Everything was so cold and mass-manufactured-looking. It had no personality.
Except the Library.
The shelves were rickety, the books were pretty bashed-up, and the sofas smelt funny. Yorick felt more at home than anywhere else, except for the Wolf's Tear or out in the wilderness. Atmosphere aside, the Library was also pretty entertaining. Yorick loved wandering through the row with supernatural 'discoveries', flipping through ghost sightings, and poltergeist hauntings, and of course, vampires. The theories that some people came up with and claimed to be true were quite interesting. In their defense, Yorick realised that they probably had some truth behind them. But the humans had gone too far, exaggerating in the hopes of a better story, when really it just made them more absurd. This was very convenient for the vampires, though.
He pulled a thick book from the shelf, one that he hadn't read yet. He had been trying to pace himself with the Library books, because he didn't know how long he would be staying in Lamdon and he'd hate to read them all in a few months. Yorick pushed his hair out of his eyes and opened Encyclopaedia of the Undead. None of the titles were remotely creative, but at least they got to the point.
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Post by Jellybean on Mar 2, 2010 6:32:50 GMT -5
Walking around was not going to do him any good. He would have to do something productive soon, otherwise Niamh thought he might just die.
Being in this new town was interesting, although Niamh disliked it because he was not used to it, and he didn't know his way around. Of course, moving here had a perfectly good reason, a reason which he used for most of the things he did: vampires.
It was his obsession with vampires that led him to leave the comfortable home he had in the city to come to this small, cold town, as it seemed like the perfect place for vampires to live. That, and the fact that he traced many myths of vampires here. He was not wrong - there were indeed vampires here. Vampires were easy to notice if you knew about them, which Niamh did, and some of the vampires in this town either didn't care if humans found out about them or were to lax to do anything about it.
After the discovery of a possible cure for vampirism, there was a better reason to be looking for vampires in this town. Not that he wanted less vampires - Niamh just really wanted to see if it actually worked.
Thinking about myths and all that compelled Niamh to read something. He loved reading, of course. Most of his days were spent inside, comfortably reading a book, usually fiction of some sort, and usually about vampires. It was possible that he was even addicted to reading - all the sentences and words making up things that he could think about all day.
Only, he didn't have any books. Just as he thought this, he happened to notice a library across the street. A strange coincidence. In comparison to the other buildings around it, it looked quite cute. Niamh crossed the street, and, after a moment, entered the small library.
The first thing he noticed was the state of the library. It looked sort of messy - a few of the shelves looked like they were just about to fall over, and some of the books' covers were stuck on with duct tape. All of the books looked at least slightly worn, but this was a good thing - obviously, they were well read (or were well read, once upon a time. Some of the books had layers of dust, especially on the highest shelves).
The second thing he noticed was the cute librarian - he assumed that he was the librarian, anyway, as he was the only one in the library. His hair was black, a very nice colour for any cute guy to have, and his features seemed quite...vampiric. Niamh almost laughed out loud as he watched him. He certainly must have been a vampire, although Niamh was not going to believe he was certain until he had some sort of proof. Sure, he looked vampiric, but a few humans did tend to pick up vampiric looking traits here and there.
Niamh walked through the library slowly, his eyes surveying the books, and sometimes glancing over at the librarian. He didn't look anywhere near his eyes - he didn't wish to make eye contact; some vampires didn't like that. He almost laughed at himself again. Surely, the cute guy wasn't a vampire. He was just wishing he was.
He walked until he was upon those books that were about the supernatural, and then found the shelves dedicated to vampires. With one more glance at the cute librarian, Niamh turned to the books and, with his head tilted slightly to the side and his hands in his coat pockets, he began reading the titles.
Read that one, and that one, and that one, that one's really bad, that one too, that one I should read again, I've read that one, and that one, and that one, and that one, and that one, and that one, and that one...
With a sigh, Niamh stepped back from the shelves. The books were all ones he had read before. A few of them were good, but he didn't feel like re-reading books he had already re-read a thousand times, at least not at the moment. He looked over at the librarian again, and after a moment's hesitation, walked right over to him.
It took Niamh a moment to work up the courage to talk to the cute guy. If he was a vampire, he might not even be very sociable (although, Niamh realised, being a librarian, he should probably be used to humans talking to him).
"Would you happen to have any other books on vampires?" He asked, curious. For some reason, he might just have some hidden away. "I've read all those," he said, indicating the shelf with a wave of his hand, as though he needed a reason to be looking for other books. Niamh watched the guy. He wanted to make eye contact with him now, if only to see what he would do.
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Post by Inu on Mar 3, 2010 11:19:27 GMT -5
The book didn't turn out to be as interesting as it looked. As an encyclopedia, it had a lot of information, but it was written very dully. Normally this would be okay for a patient vampire who had no where to go, but Yorick was feeling rather restless today. This was unusual, especially in the Library, his favourite place to relax. He couldn't put his finger on why he was so edgy, but he was, and it rather unnerved him. It was like something was going to happen, but he didn't know what.
It was unlikely that anything would, especially on a lazy day like this one. However, Yorick knew the importance of trusting his instincts. If humans trusted their instincts more often, they would know a lot more about the supernatural creatures that lived right under their noses. Not just lived - thrived. In Lamdon, at least. He had to admit, it was a pretty good place to be, even if it could get a little weird sometimes.
Of course, it was lucky for him that they didn't know anything; he didn't like to think about the mess he would be in if all the humans knew about him. There would be outright chaos everywhere. A complete, and utter mess that he'd rather not be tangled in. He shuddered slightly just thinking about it, and deicded to change his mental subject.
It was then that he noticed that he wasn't the only one in the Library that afternoon. He didn't look up, but he could smell human very close by. He smelt nice. Yorick inhaled slowly, before realising that it probably wasn't a good idea to be sniffing out someone when they were practically alone and it would be supremely easy to try something. Not to mention it was weird to want to smell people before meeting them properly. Yes, think about meeting and having a nice conversation, not meeting and eating. Look, that rhymed. Be happy and carry on with your book. Easier said that done.
Although he wasn't trying to smell the guy anymore (okay, maybe a little bit), Yorick noticed that he was moving steadily closer. That was just fine and dandy with him. Soon he could see him out of the corner of his eye, taking a gander at the vampire books. He sighed aloud, and Yorick glanced up. The human walked over to him, and Yorick inconspicuously (he hoped) checked him out. Most of the time, when people smelt good, they looked good too. There were exceptions of course, but this guy wasn't one. He was about Yorick's height, fairly average, with messy blonde hair and glasses over blue-ish eyes. He was also wearing a very nice coat. Momentarily, Yorick wondered if he had bundled up enough to look realistically human and cold. He was wearing a light jacket, but he had layered a shirt and sweater underneath. It was really difficult to judge these things when you didn't give a shit about the temperature.
His thoughts were interrupted by the guy's question. Did he think that Yorick worked there? Maybe. He couldn't blame him - there was literally no one else around. "I don't know," he answered honestly, wishing he could be a bit more helpful, "Have you read this one?" He showed the cover of the one he had; it looked fairly new-ish, but he hadn't checked the date. He made a mental note to himself to come in one day when he was bored and check the dates of all the books. To most people it that wouldn't be interesting at all, but vampires (Yorick, at least) were mildly obsessed with the age of things.
"Do you want vampires specifically?" he asked, wondering if some other supernaturals would do. He knew what it was like to be in the sad predicament of having read all of the books in a genre. It wasn't very fun, at least not to avid book-lovers, and really, they were the only people who would actually have that problem.
He held the guy's eyes, trying not to inhale too much but also to give the impression that he was indeed breathing. Trying to be human was such a delicate masquerade that no human could really appreciate because they had the luxury of doing it all automatically. They also didn't have the trouble of wanting to eat nearly everyone in sight. Lucky buggers.
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Post by Jellybean on Apr 14, 2010 12:28:31 GMT -5
When the cute guy said he didn't know, Niamh cringed. He isn't actually the librarian, is he? He could feel himself blushing out of embarrassment. What a stupid mistake to make. He wished he could control his blush - he was easily embarrassed; he never liked being wrong.
"I don't really like that one," Niamh said, indicating the one the cute guy was holding, without dropping his gaze to look at the book. He noticed, then, that the cute guy was watching him as well, and he was surprised at that. He felt like he could almost fall over - the guy was just so cute! - but he held himself steady.
"And yes, just...just vampires," He added after a moment. Damn! I can't even speak properly. I'm just making a fool out of myself! He could feel himself blushing even more, but he still held his gaze. "I like vampires," Why did I say that? It sounds even more stupid.
(I'm so sorry that it took me ages and that it's so much shorter. I really wanted to reply, so I did ._.)
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Post by Inu on Aug 4, 2010 8:31:21 GMT -5
A charming blush began to creep over the human's face, and Yorick could not help tingling at the sight of it. Blushing was such an underrated phenomenon, at least in the human world. He had never known a vampire not to enjoy it. But now was not the time to be thinking of such things. Focus on the conversation. Mind your manners, he told himself as firmly as he could manage, among other things, it is not polite to think of eating an acquaintance.
It wasn't just the thought of food that was bothering Yorick, though. This guy was adorable. He felt like he was being pulled in two different directions, and he could only stretch so far. Why couldn't vampires be flexible as well as super-strong?
He smiled at the human's answer, flipping the book over to scan the back cover, a task that was accomplish in about a quarter of a second. "I didn't think it looked very promising either." Only vampires, was it? Well, that narrowed down the selection. Yorick wondered why he was so specific, especially when he said that he (gasp) liked vampires. His mouth twitched into a smile once again - dangerous as this situation was, the irony was certainly not lost on him.
"Why?" Yorick couldn't help asking. "Are they not monsters? I suppose they have a certain elegance, but it makes them all the more deadly." Shut up, a little voice told him, you're sounding creepy. This was true, and Yorick didn't want to send the cute guy running (much as it would be mutually beneficial), so he shut up.
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Post by Jellybean on Nov 17, 2010 4:45:23 GMT -5
“They are elegant,” Niamh said in reply to his question, “And they're also...evil. But not in a really bad way.” He lowered his voice to a whisper. “Everything about them is just fantastic.” Niamh could tell his blush wasn't going to go away anytime soon, and he considered leaving, just because he was so embarrassed. Although this cute guy seemed interested in vampires too, and he wasn't going to just leave without finding out about him first.
“Wh-what's your name?” Niamh asked, trying to distract himself. “I have to stop calling you the 'cute guy',” Did he really just say that out loud? He found himself looking down at the floor, wishing that he actually had confidence right now. Normally he would, but the fact that he didn't probably had something to do with the thoughts about the really cute guy dancing around his head. (The thoughts dancing, not the cute guy dancing – although that would be a nice thought).
Unconciously he almost fell forward, and he had to take a step toward the guy and reach out a hand to steady himself – which came into contact with the cute guy's chest.
His palm was right up against him, and he didn't feel warm...he actually felt rather cold. Niamh was still looking at the floor and couldn't bring himself to look up at the guy, nor could he bring himself to step back and run away (which was the likelier of the two). Instead he just watched the floor and hoped that this was just a really good and really bad dream.
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Post by Inu on Nov 20, 2010 17:59:57 GMT -5
Elegant, yes. Evil, but not bad? Yorick couldn't figure out what the poor, confused human meant by this. How could one be evil, but not bad? Did he mean that vampires were naturally monsters, but they couldn't help being so and it wasn't always their choice? Probably not, but Yorick could definitely identify with this. Evil, but not bad ...
Fantastic. This, he rather disagreed with. Vampirism was anything but fantastic, as Yorick could testify. "What's so great about it?" he couldn't help asking, wondering if the human had another clever response up his sleeve. He certainly was an intriguing person to talk to. And look at. He was blushing so much; it was both adorable and ridiculous, which just made it even more endearing.
Oh, and he stuttered. So cute.
Yorick raised and eyebrow, but not in a displeased way. He thought that Yorick was cute too, and had in fact been referring to him in his head as such? If it was physically possible for him to blush, he'd definitely be doing it now.
It probably wasn't a good idea to exchange names. It was so difficult to stay detached when you knew somebody's name; it was bad enough knowing their face and their cute blush. But there was no hope for it now; Yorick didn't want to be rude and refuse. "It's Yorick. What's yours?" He made no reference to the 'cute guy' remark, since the poor chap looked so embarrassed already, and in any case Yorick had mentally been calling him the same thing (or thereabouts).
He was facing the floor, probably realising that he was blushing rather a lot and feeling bad for it. No, don't, Yorick thought, look up again. But he didn't want to reach out and touch the guy, fearing that getting too close would be too tempting for him. The situation was bad enough already.
At first, Yorick didn't really notice the guy start to lean forward. But before he knew it, before his vampire reflexes quite realised what was happening, his new cutie friend feel forward, and had to brace himsel on Yorick. Oh, no.
Why on earth did Yorick keep having weird encounters with humans that inevitably involved in collisions of some kind? Actually, it had only been Molly before today, but that was no excuse. He felt like temptation had been crossing his path more frequently of late, and it rather worried him.
But not right now. No, he wasn't really worried right now, although he should be. The nice guy had fallen foward and caught himself against Yorick, and was now leaning on him, apparently too embarrassed to move. That was just fine. Yorick could smell him now (as if he hadn't been able to before); really smell him, and it was so good.
Unconciously, he found himself leaning closer; his hand found the its way on top of the guy's hand where it rested on Yorick's chest, and held it there; his nose was close to the guy's bent neck, way too close. He inhaled slowly, momentarily unconcious of the dangerous position he was in. He was so yummy. "Mm, you smell nice." Creepy, much. But that didn't matter now.
After a few moments of eternity, Yorick realised that he was in trouble. Valiantly, he attempted to close off his airways, to rid his nose and mind and body of the cute guy's amazing smell. It sort of worked, at least for a little while. But as hard as he tried, he couldn't move away. He didn't want to. They were alone in the library, all was quiet, the world had stopped. Nothing else existed, nor did Yorick want it to.
Another close call.
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Post by Jellybean on Nov 20, 2010 20:17:56 GMT -5
“What's so great about it?”
Niamh was tempted to answer, but he didn't. He didn't actually know what he would say. Vampires just were fantastic, that needed no explanation. In his mind, anyway.
“My name's Niamh,” he mumbled.
He felt Yorick – what an interesting name – move his hand up to his hand, and he could feel himself tingling with delight. He hadn't pushed him away – instead he was moving closer, and remarking on how nice he smelt.
Which was fairly strange. For a human. But Niamh knew now that this was no human.
And that just made him even more delighted.
His embarassment was slowly receding, and in its place a feeling of vague excitement was left. He found himself now able to move, and he looked up at Yorick, with a small smile on his face. Of course, Yorick was taller than him, but this didn't bother Niamh. With his free left hand, he reached out and placed it on Yorick's neck, and leaned in closer until his mouth was at his ear.
“I know what you are,” he whispered. He was compelled to do this for some reason. He leaned back again in hopes of looking into Yorick's eyes. He was definitely smiling now.
He hadn't thought about what might happen if Yorick wasn't a vampire, but he was too sure to even worry about this. It also hadn't crossed his mind that Yorick didn't actually have the same attraction for him as he had for Yorick. He was just being...hopeful.
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Post by Inu on Nov 21, 2010 12:15:26 GMT -5
Niamh. How interesting. Yorick was pretty sure that this was the first Niamh he had ever met; something rather impressive considering how old he was and how many names he knew. Probably it originated in some country that Yorick had never been to. Yet.
However, this puzzle was the least of his problems. As he foolishly remained standing close to Niamh, holding his hand, breathing down his neck (yum), Niamh said something. It was something very important, but Yorick didn't realise it at first because he was too busy marvelling at how Niamh had moved closer and put his mouth to Yorick's ear.
He said that he knew what Yorick was.
And he smiled.
Oh shit was Yorick's initial reaction. Shit, shit shit. Dammit.
Then, okay, stay cool. He took a breath, then realised this wasn't the best thing to do under the circumstances. How could a human possibly identify him as a vampire and be happy about it? No doubt Niamh was just messing with him, making a joke. He didn't really look like the joking type, but Yorick had only talked to him for a few minutes.
Okay, so he had to react. As best he could, Yorick smoothed his face and donned a light smile. "And what would that be?" he asked, trying to play along. He really hoped his eyes weren't changing colour or anything obvious like that. He had eaten fairly recently, so that wasn't that big of a deal. On the other hand, Niamh's hand was still resting on his chest, and it wasn't exactly a stretch for him to notice the lack of a heartbeat. Also, there was no doubt that he realised how cold Yorick was. Maybe, just maybe, he genuinely believed that Yorick was a vampire.
This wasn't good. Not at all.
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Post by Jellybean on Nov 21, 2010 18:23:19 GMT -5
What happened next surprised Niamh more than anything.
He pulled away from Yorick, stepped back. Now he was no longer in that comforting embrace, no longer touching him. What are you doing? He asked himself. He had no answer, but he was very disappointed. If anything he just wanted to walk back toward Yorick and hug him or kiss him or all of the above...
Instead, he glared angrily at him.
"I can't believe you would think it would make a difference. Because that's what you're thinking now, isn't it?" Niamh said, his voice quiet but a deadly kind of angry. "Or you're just thinking, my, what a nice snack he would make," He sighed. "You're a vampire," He said. "Vampire, vampire, vampire. You think I wouldn't guess or something? Just think they were a fable, a myth? They're real, okay, and you're one of them."
He didn't know what to do now. The urge to run out of that library and never come back was especially strong, but a part of him still wanted to stay and see what Yorick did.
If he eats me, good. I don't care...
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Post by Inu on Nov 21, 2010 19:17:01 GMT -5
In all his life (or death, rather), Yorick couldn't remember a human ever being angry with him.
Sure, he'd seen many of them upset, confused, shocked, while he drained the life out of them. It hadn't happened in a long time, but he defied any vampire who didn't have those memories tucked away, even if it was in the distant past.
But they had never been angry.
Until now.
Honestly, he didn't know what to do. Niamh had stepped away, and although this was probably for the best (definitely for the best), Yorick didn't like it. Even worse, Niamh was honest-to-goodness angry with him.
But why?
Was it because that Yorick was failing to awknowledge the fact that yes, Niamh thought he was a vampire, and yes, Niamh was absolutely right? Was he really serious about his statement?
At least he wasn't raising his voice. Yorick didn't think he could stand that. But this was almost worse, in a way. Niamh thought that Yorick didn't care, that it didn't matter to him. Far from it, Yorick cared and wished he didn't.
After getting over his initial shock, he tried answering Niamh's objections. It would probably be better for him to just walk out now, but (surprise, surprise) he couldn't. He didn't want to leave Niamh angry with him, and since he'd gotten this far, there was no going back. "No one's ever guessed before." he answered before realising that this, too, sounded way too creepy. Oh well. Vampires were creepy; he was a vampire. At least he hadn't finished his sentence: they've never guessed because they found out too late.
Also, quite honestly, Niamh would make a delicious snack. Yorick had known this the minute he'd walked in. Many people would make excellent snacks; vampires weren't terribly picky. In any case, he didn't think it was a good time to point this out. If Niamh was such a fan of vampires - such a fan that he was able to identify one - he'd be aware of this. "I haven't eaten a human in years, either." he continued to defend himself, knowing that he wasn't worth defending and that it was only a bloody miracle that this statistic was the truth.
"Besides, how do you know all this?" he couldn't help asking; curiosity got the better of him far too often. "It isn't in these bloody books." Yorick gestured at the self. He was taking a guess, here; Niamh had said he'd read all of these, but Yorick could hardly imagine any supernatural book written by a human that was remotely accurate. It just didn't happen.
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Post by Jellybean on Nov 22, 2010 5:00:43 GMT -5
"You're right, it isn't in the books," Niamh replied, crossing his arms. This wasn't so much out of defence or anger - more so an attempt to stop himself reaching out for Yorick. "Some of these," he said, nodding at the books, "Come pretty close to what vampires are truly like, but not close enough. And it's not possible to learn everything from books, is it? You need experience, and research," He smiled slightly, proud despite the current situation he was in. "Both of which I have,"
He sighed again. "But just having a life researching and searching for my obsession isn't much of a life." He was looking down at the ground again, and forced himself to look back up at Yorick. "I found Lamdon, and part of me hoped I would stop, but I truly never will. I love vampires too much, which is crazy, I know. Still, I want...somekind of normality,"
"From what I've heard about Lamdon, though, that certainly won't be possible here." He laughed, a hollow, humourless laugh. "And what I am doing now? Rambling to a vampire," He gestured at Yorick, but quickly folded his arms again.
"I'm an idiot,"
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Post by Inu on Nov 22, 2010 18:05:57 GMT -5
Yorick really couldn't argue with his logic. No, you absolutely couldn't get everything from books, but he was still surprised at how much Niamh said the books revealed. Of course, he could be wrong. How did Niamh know that he was right about vampires? How could he find out that the theories were truth? Maybe Yorick wasn't the only vampire he'd ever met?
That must be it. But it disappointed Yorick a little. He no longer felt all that special, if he was just another specimen.
He couldn't help respect Niamh for his dedication. Searching and trying to learn as much as possible about something was an admirable goal, especially if one were trying to find something as mysterious as vampirism (although this may be easier than Yorick had assumed). Yorick had no such goals; he was more focused on merely surviving and making sure he didn't kill anyone. It was pretty sad for him as an immortal; he had nothing but time, really, and no ambition to do things with it.
Except that Niamh's obsession was a dangerous one. How many other vampires had found out how much he knew about them? Yorick's guess was probably not that many, otherwise he wouldn't be here right now. He really needed a bodyguard or something while he conducted his research.
And what exactly did he mean about Lamdon? How infamous was it for supernatural population? Yorick knew that a lot of supernaturals, at least in the state, were well aware of their numbers; it affected the amount of prey, after all. But how could humans know about it?
Then again, Niamh was anything but a normal human. He was interesting.
"You're certainly not an idiot." he said, and he meant it. "It must've taken a lot to figure all this out. How did you do it?"
Yorick wasn't just asking to be polite or anything. He truly wanted to know, and not just because it might effect the secrecy of vampires in the area (although that was a very good reason): he wanted to know because it was Niamh. This was clearly something that Niamh was extremely interested in, and Yorick rather liked hearing his voice. Also, he wanted to know more about Niamh in general. He was, in a word, intrigued. Curious. Hungry for knowledge.
Oh, bad verb. He was ... thirsty? No, that one was even worse ...
He was eager for knowledge. Much better.
"Uh, do you want to talk somewhere else?" Yorick asked hesitantly, glancing around the library. He was pretty sure they were still virtually alone, but under the circumstances he'd rather be somewhere more public. It was way easier to overhear stuff when no one else was talking, and it was quite possible someone was lurked somewhere unseen. Yorick could smell a lot of human scents and they were getting all jumbled together. Someone could easily slip past him.
Momentarily, Yorick realised that it was another creepy question. He hoped that it was just the fact that he was a vampire, and not his actual personality that kept spouting creepiness. "I mean, um, somewhere with more people." He elaborated, hoping that Niamh didn't think he was trying to lure him down an alley or something.
Damn, he was so awkward.
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Post by Jellybean on Nov 22, 2010 18:19:13 GMT -5
"Research," Niamh said again, although he knew this wasn't the answer Yorick wanted. How had he researched? What had he discovered, without being killed? A lot of people wouldn't be able to do what he had done - to find out so much about vampires without being hunted down for the secrets he had uncovered. Unlike a lot of humans, however, he didn't really have friends or anyone to let slip the things he knew, so he wasn't in danger of betrayal.
So he elaborated. "You hear about strange happenings all the time, and most people just attribute it to something normal, and just...ignore it. But sometimes these sorts of things aren't normal at all. And if you follow them up, you can discover a lot."
His eyes sparkled with knowledge, and he was happy to talk now. For a moment he wondered whether Yorick minded him talking. If he did, he wouldn't have asked him a question - would he?
He was about to continue, because he had a lot more to say, when Yorick asked whether he wanted to talk somewhere else. He was shocked for a moment and trying to figure out what he meant, until he added that he meant somewhere more public. Niamh shrugged, and asked "Where do you have in mind?"
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Post by Inu on Nov 22, 2010 18:51:01 GMT -5
Niamh's answer made a lot of sense. Yorick had been worrying that there was a giant hole in the vampire code of secrecy that no one else knew about, and that they'd have to revamp (pun not intended) their entire system once other huamns started putting two and two together ...
Which could still happen. But Yorick didn't really think it would. Niamh's answer was way too simple. No one tracked down crimes and really looked into them, at least not from a supernatural point of view. Niamh was one in a million, one of the few people who would actually go to all the trouble and look at things from the right angle.
"It's so simple. But clever." Yorick stated, still in awe at how easy it was. It must've been a lot of work, though.
Niamh's eyes were aglow, and Yorick almost wished he hadn't interrupted; he really hoped that Niamh would continue once they got wherever they were going. "Um, I dunno ... Maybe a coffee shop or something?" This was public enough, and Niamh would probably be comfortable there, but Yorick would feel obliged to order something, and if he ordered something he'd feel obliged to ingest it. Ugh. "Any good ideas?" he asked feebly.
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