torn between two games, canon is dracula

[damngod]

You do not read quickly enough, girl. It will be the beginning of the month before you know it, and where shall I be? Ignored.

I have no intentions of being ignored yet again. Finish your homework before you place any reserve, for you know I am not one to be placed to the side more than once.

You do seem to have a strong desire to seek out horror, have you noticed? I find it rather...unsettling.

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[venatical]

Bring it on, Snaggletooth.

[damngod]

[Someone's grumpy.]

"It"? What is the "it" you wish for me to bring?

[onteamdyson]

Why do the homework when she can just hang out with you, a totally creepy-looking old-timey dude with an accent and-- ... Oh honey, you better get your homework done.

[damngod]

Accent? You are...familiar with Romania? I did not know we were remembered very well throughout the world.

[summersword]

I'd say the kid better stick with the work, 'cause you're a tad bit unsettlin' yourself.

[Getting some serious Not Human vibes over here.]

[onteamdyson]

Benefits of having a fake-gypsy for an aunt? I'm Russian, dude, Romania's not that far. Okay, well Russian-Canadian. Same diff.

[damngod]

Only a tad bit?

[Feed the ego. Go ahead. It's okay, he won't explode or anything.]

[damngod]

[There are words he doesn't understand. Several of them, actually. But the only thing that matters is...]

Why would anyone pretend to be a gypsy? I do not understand what the appeal could ever be. Is your aunt unwell?

[summersword]

[Snort.] For folks like us? Yeah. Probably more than a "tad" for muns.

[It ain't flattery if it's the truth.]

[damngod]

[Snorting is for pigs, not ladies!]

Like us? What is it that makes us alike?

[onteamdyson]

What, you mean like in the head? Yeah, probably, but hey, it's good money! She charges an arm and a leg for that crap. Pretty sure that's the appeal. The cash.

[This guy is so weeeeeeird. And that's something huge coming from Kenzi.]

Are you sure you're gonna fit in around here? You're kinda... [Uptight? Proper? Freaky?] ... overly sophisticated?

[summersword]

[Join the modern age, Drac.]

You know. Muses. [She pauses for a second, head cocked to one side.]

[damngod]

[A woman who charges people their limbs for services? What a treasure!]

Are you implying that there is a lack of class where I may be headed?

[Well, there goes the ego.]

[damngod]

[Vlad does not like this future of pigladies. He declines.]

Ah, yet that is too grand an umbrella to truly make us anything alike, is it not? That is what all are in these places, after all; you are very well comparing birds and fish with that sort of reasoning.

[onteamdyson]

I'm sure as hell implying something. Pretty sure we definitely don't have anyone quite like you there already. Most of them are a little more... modern? Yeah, lets go with that. Modern.

[venatical]

[ He's so undazzled. ]

You know, it. Everything. [ He has to explain this crap to Cas? Okay. But Dracula's pushing it. ]

Haven't you been alive for like a thousand years? Come on.

[scowls]

Aren't you a little old to be playing games?

[damngod]

[Even Van Helsing was dazzled, Dean, don't try to fight it.

Also: bad math on Pi Day is bad and you should feel bad.]

Not even half that, actually; closer to five hundred.

[damngod]

[Aw, Kenzi. Bless your little heart.]

Ah, yes. I know this very well. This is not the first time I have been placed somewhere...modern.

[summersword]

[His loss, humanity's gain.]

[The smile of her face is thin. Sharp. Brittle.] Guess you're right with that one, then. But somehow? I get the feelin' that you're different from the usual crowd. Am I wrong?

[damngod]

[Ew gross, it smells like tar.]

Are you passing a judgment so quickly?

[onteamdyson]

So how's she gonna choose?! Do you get a say? Do you have quirky needs we have to address, there, buddy?

[Just gonna peer at your freaky self until you start coughing up the answers, Mr. weirdopants.]

[damngod]

[Okay, so maybe it's the truth, but it feels a lot like his ego is being fed. Don't ruin this for him.]

It does seem as those very few from my time are around, if that is what you mean.

[venatical]

[ Tell it to Sam and send him a real pie, dorkbreath. ]

Oh, well, pardon me. My bad. You do look horrendously, hideously, ridiculously old. I see it now.

[damngod]

Why would I have no say? I am the one who will be compromised. If I had no say, I would not encourage her behavior at all.

Needs such as what?