Video - Unseelie/Seelie (Post-dated to the 2nd)

[withbite]

[Hello there, Drabwurld. Have one slightly mussed vampire giving the locket a lazy smile. Is he calling from bed? Looks like. It may or may not be his own bed. Don't question that. Everything's covered, though, so no worries about scarring any delicate sensibilities.]

Some of you might recognize me, others might not. Either way, I'll keep this short and sweet. Since I'm back here again, I'm still going to need to fulfill those dietary requirements I mentioned last time. Which means donors.

[Not that he couldn't take what he wanted as he pleased, but he'd seen some of the things those here could do his last trip and the last thing he wanted was to find himself trying to have lunch with a witch and winding up with a few aneurysms for his trouble. Rude, witches.]

Again, only reply if you're either interested in offering or, I don't know, have a servant or whatever that's expendable. I'm not interested in playing twenty questions or show and tell.

[And that was as in depth as he planned on getting right now. People could offer or... he could get hungry enough to just take a risk and jump some hapless fairy. They were about the size of a juice box...]

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[withbite]

Oh, we had plenty of wannabes, and the whole Hunter five thing, but really, it's just old. Let me bust out the violin for all the poor souls who've died by vampire hands. Tell me, Beach Bunny, how many vampires have you decided needed a permanent nap?

Come talk to me about right and wrong and the moral implications of what I'm doing when your hands are a little less red.

[herotypical]

Let the record show I'm not the one screeching morality here, mister. It's not about what's right or wrong.

[ she is the law in her world. in her jurisdiction. the rightness or wrongness of it never mattered -- it was always the pumping blood and the driving patrol and the need for balance in a world so often tipping upon the edge.

buffy summers might be a self-righteous general, but she would never claim her hands were unsoiled. ]

[withbite]

[Yes, well, wake up, sunshine. This wasn't her world. She was just another person pulled in from home to where she didn't want to be and told to play nicely with the other kids. Wanna bet that a certain vampire hunter doesn't get those crampy pains around this vampire?]

Right. It's just about what you think is right or wrong. So sorry. Thanks for the clarification.

[herotypical]

It's about being called. And I'm not talking about 2AM booty-and-slash-or-neck cleavage calls. I don't get to decide the prophecy, dude. I just gotta be the sucker who lets it steer her life.

[withbite]

Prophecy? Okay, wow, bouncy Betty, you really need to take a Xanex or something. Did it ever occur to you that there's a cross-worlds thing going on here? Because a) none of the Hunters from my world are female and b) there's certainly no prophecy.

So, thanks for the whole might is right speech, but I've got some soldiers that need to be deprived of a pint or two.

Call me when your hormones are at a more moderate level.

[Click.]