Mun finally let the kid out to play in a dressing room

[stairjumper]

[Cue the happy little blonde girl bouncing up and down, beaming. Her fangs are showing but she doesn't care at all right now.]

Thank you Mun, thank you! I promise I'll play nice!

...What's a Death Dealer, anyway?

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[pennilessloser]

Death Dealer...?

[ Sounds like one of Dr. West's destroyer robot nicknames to him. ]

[stairjumper]

Mmm. Mun won't tell me what it is, though. All I know is that the older girl's another vampire.

[This makes 'Driel ridiculously happy. The only other vampires she knows are family. She's still smiling, but at least she's stopped bouncing.]

I'm only half.

[pennilessloser]

A vampire...? As in blood sucking, coffin sleeping, burn-up-in-the-sun creatures of the night? That vampire?!

lol

[stairjumper]

[If she were older 'Driel might be offended. Might. Instead she's just a little confused. The smile fades, to be replaced by a slight frown.]

Um...kinda? My uncles and cousins and aunt all drink blood, but nobody sleeps in coffins. Why would they want to? A big soft bed's much nicer. [She definitely loves her bed, with it's pink and lavender quilt and all her stuffed toys. Sleeping in a box would just be weird.]

And I don't drink blood or burn up in the sun. I just can't see in it. ['Driel pauses for a moment, thinking.]

My family doesn't burn up either, not like catching fire. They just get sunburned really bad. I dunno about that other girl though, maybe she catches fire.

[hart_or_hand]

Death Dealers are vampire warriors, kiddo. [He smiles because, vampire or not, she's so damn cute.]

[stairjumper]

Oooh. That makes sense. [Sheltered, yes. Stupid, no. And now you get a big grin for giving her a straight answer. She doesn't get a lot of those.]

Thanks! I'm 'Driel, what's your name?

[hart_or_hand]

My name is Lindsey.

[stairjumper]

Nice to meet you!

[Here, have a little hand held out for a shake. She's not supposed to be so friendly with strangers, and if her uncle Lemos were here - okay, or uncle Azryn - she'd be getting a lecture, if not grounded. But she knows his name now, so he's not quite a stranger? That's her logic and she's sticking to it.]

[hart_or_hand]

It's nice to meet you, too. [He shakes her hand.] You're quite the little lady.

[stairjumper]

[Awe, you made her blush. 'Driel takes her hand back and glances down, scuffing a shoe against the ground.]

Not all the time. I'm always jumping down the stairs at home and giving my uncle a headache. He says it's not proper, but he doesn't really yell at me for it or anything.

[hart_or_hand]

Let me tell you something. No body's proper all the time, kiddo. I bet your uncle does some stuff that's not proper, you just don't see it.

[stairjumper]

There was the time he threw a book at his brother, and I saw that! ['Driel giggles a little.] It wasn't a very big book, and he missed uncle Azryn anyway. I was supposed to be upstairs but I snuck down for some ice cream.

[Yaaay junk food. She's one weird little hybrid.]

Black Cherry's my favorite.

[hart_or_hand]

I know some people that would do that sort of thing all day long if my mun would let them.

Black Cherry, huh? That is a pretty good flavor.

[stairjumper]

Me too. Maya really wants our Mun to find her someplace that she can...be herself.

[She makes a face at that. Maya's idea of fun these days is siccing those creepy Heartless-things on people.]

But I don't think there's anywhere that'll take her if she's gonna be a brat. [Have to behave to get into a game? Don't tell her otherwise.]

It is! And cranberry muffins, and chocolate cupcakes, and cocoa with marshmallows...[She's ticking things off on her fingers now.] But not anything with mint in it. I hate mint, it just tastes funny.

[hart_or_hand]

I think that depends on the kind of game. I know of a couple that might let her in. But she'd probably die a lot and I doubt anyone would try to help her if she was to nasty. But, yeah, a game that's actually fun? She couldn't be a brat.

You don't like mint? I bet I could get you to like mint. You can do a lot of really cool things with mint.

[stairjumper]

Really? Because it'd be a lot nicer in Mun's headspace if I didn't have to see the creepy things so much. [It's not like they've ever attacked her, and frankly, 'Driel's already considered biting them back if they ever do. But. Ew.] ...But...I dunno if I want her to die. Even if it's not forever.

[She pouts for a moment, then makes another face, like someone just offered her a cupful of blood.]

Ew, betcha couldn't!

[hart_or_hand]

[Lindsey pulls out a sprig of mint leaves.]

You know what this is?

[stairjumper]

['Driel's never seen it in plant form but it's obviously not hard to guess.]

Mint?

[The 'Ewwwgross' face lessens somewhat. She's a little curious now.]

[hart_or_hand]

Yep.

[He crushed the mint, muttering a phrase in Latin. The resulting powder began to sparkle and glitter in the air as it swirled around the little girl.]

What do you think now?

[stairjumper]

[Congratulations Lindsey, she's absolutely beaming now.]

That's beautiful! How'd you do that? Can you teach me?

[This is even better than seeing flowers in the daylight. Seriously.]

[hart_or_hand]

[An indulgent smile.]

It was magic. And I can teach you but you'd better ask your mama and daddy first.

So do you like mint, now?

[stairjumper]

Real magic? Like in fairytales?

[The mention of her parents makes her frown, though. Even if she could ask her mother she wouldn't want to, and she doesn't even know who her daddy is.]

...I could ask uncle Azryn. He'd say yes for sure, he'd think this was neat too. [Going behind her guardian's back? Never.]

As long as I don't have to eat it, yeah!

[hart_or_hand]

Yes, real magic.

[Kiddo, he's a lawyer. He's the expert on going behind people's backs and getting away with murder. You're not fooling him one bit.]

Well, then, I don't see why you should have to unless you're sick.