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[vampirique]

i had been in the initiative library and i was doing some needed studies. in particular i was learning about some fey so that i could be more prepared to deal with potential enemies.

most namely artemis though i imagine there are more fey here. if they are not as rude nor as abrupt as this young englishman then they may disregard my disdain thank you.

i have learnt that lucky charms will ward these creatures away

i am not sure if this includes the cereal that is thus titled "lucky charms" but i am not taking my chances with fey so i am attempting to find

what i can only assume is the closest relative to these lucky charms cereal boxes

unless there is still lucky charms cereal in the future in which case you may disregard the notion of its closest relative thank you.

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[seamend]

Ah.

[ And then after a bit ways into her convo with Azrael down there. ]

But you've been picking on him?

[sithiche]

I have teased him. He's done the same to me.

[seamend]

[ man she is not even sure what to think of this relationship U GUyS R WEIRD ]

So you've been teasing a vampire who has an immense attraction to the magic in your blood. What part of that sounds wise?

[sithiche]

[ and she doesn't even know about the part where they make out amidst a bunch of mongolian corpses ]

The part where I'm not afraid of him?

[seamend]

[ PFFffasd um yea she doesn't want to know about their first date GOSH ]

[Her eyebrow quirks in irritation.] Of course. How could I forget how worry-less faeries are.

[sithiche]

[ He raises his own eyebrow in response. ]

Don't tell me that you're afraid of a little fang-hickey.

[seamend]

I wouldn't say it's the hickey so much as the blood draining that goes with it.

[sithiche]

Are you seriously suggesting that you would actually die from that?

[seamend]

So my suspicions are correct that you wouldn't. But yes, I can die from mortal wounds, I might be fae but I am not a faerie.

[sithiche]

Huh. Weird.

[seamend]

Weird how, exactly?

[sithiche]

I just didn't think you were so... you know, delicate.

[seamend]

So sorry that not all of us can afford to be thoughtless and reckless.