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Walks (okay, more like stumbles) over and sits down. He doesn't look the least bit ashamed. This isn't the first time he pissed someone off while intoxicated. . . . But Armand knows that. It's how they met.
Armand | Parody@le-maitre.bsky.social Β· 5h agoWell . . . alright. Revenge can be postponed. But no ice needed. Have a seat.
This wasn't really planned, some men just have extremely fragile egos -- wait, /it can/?! Holy shit! Well, before he digs around in Daniel's brain and goes 'hot and crazy vampire' on the guy... can he help him get some ice first?
Armand | Parody@le-maitre.bsky.social Β· 5h agoIf Daniel is going to get himself hurt just so he can see a bit of violence, that is not necessary. Violence can be on demand.
A machete?! That is the most attractive thing he's ever heard. Would make the black eye worth it.
Armand | Parody@le-maitre.bsky.social Β· 5h agoProbably. But he can use his hands. Or a machete.
Yeah. /Talk./ Does this 'talk' involve fangs?
Armand | Parody@le-maitre.bsky.social Β· 6h agoHe simply needs to know who in that bar he needs to . . . talk to.
Surely, there is nobody watching from the shadows who would be upset about this.
Armand | Parody@le-maitre.bsky.social Β· 6h ago. . .
He's actually trying to work for once. He's sitting with his notebook balanced precariously on his knees and a cup of coffee resting on the ground beside him.
//And to the left, you'll see Daniel and Armand having a very normal relationship.
Yeah, yeah, okay. Sounds good. Don't think too hard, okay? Vampires can read minds, man, you can't think about the plan too much.
Joel@agentjoel.bsky.social Β· 4d agoAh, it's whatever, man. Okay, cool, I'll pull up at yours for, like, six.
Is going to be waiting with a cup of coffee for Daniel. Two cups if Joel is joining them.
He'll NEVER suspect the ol' DOUBLE-SEATTLE move!
No, no, no. We *drive* to Seattle. And while we're *driving* you can tell me about the *teleporting* thing.
Joel@agentjoel.bsky.social Β· 4d agoHuh? Teleport? To Seattle? What? Why would we do that? We've got my car.
I guess I did. I *accidentally* did a handover. It's gonna be such a pain to get it back, man! We can just... You're gonna have to tell me more about the fact that you think we can fucking teleport while we're on the way to Seattle.
Joel@agentjoel.bsky.social Β· 4d agoPfft, what am I? A journalist? Maybe you were doing a handover or some shit. ( Nodding enthusiastically at his own idea. ) Not just a pretty face. 'Sides, if it gets a problem, we can just teleport out.
Why would I leave my bag on purpose? Why do you think I was... Y'know, I bet he isn't expecting me to go to Seattle twice. That's not a bad idea.
Joel@agentjoel.bsky.social Β· 5d agoI just kinda assumed you left it there on purpose. Dude, this stalking shit . . . Maybe you should, like, I dunno, call the cops or something? Or, um, spiritual cops? I could call my uncle? He's a rabbi? Oh, shit, you could flee to Seattle!
Fuck. *Fuck!* That means the vampire has it. He wouldn't just leave it there.
Joel@agentjoel.bsky.social Β· 5d agoBag? Oh, uh . . . Hey, didn't you leave it on the tube?
Hey, man, I'm into counter cultures. Sounds like a good enough place to hide out for a while. ... That would be a great interview, actually. Talking to people who live in communes. Hold on, have you seen my bag? I should write that down.
Joel@agentjoel.bsky.social Β· 5d agoYeah? I got this pal over there, runs one of 'em . . . Hippie communes. Something about, the woods, or some shit. Sixties never ended out there. I could totally get out there, free board, just gotta claim belief in tantras, the Buddha, karmic shit . . . Smoke a couple trees, y'know . . . ?
Nobody judge him if he falls asleep on a park bench. He's exhausted.
Here's a thought: Don't. He gives good hugs. He could stay there forever.
Armand | Parody@le-maitre.bsky.social Β· 5d agoSo many things made him wish to never let go.
Uh... Hold on... (It's all a blur. He's been to so many cities now. But he thinks on it anyway, trying to clear up the haze in his mind.) Yeah. For a night, I think. Maybe two.
Joel@agentjoel.bsky.social Β· 5d agoI gotta get outta this city too, man. I'm always sayin' it. You ever been to Seattle?
All of his friends are vampires. . . . And Joel.
The description made his stomach churn but, he reasoned, that isn't too dissimilar to what happened to him to begin with. He had been almost completely drained. He was damn sure of it. He had felt so cold, so weak, so /terrible/. Even before the torture started. And yet, he'd found a way to β
Louis de Pointe du Lac | Parody@louis-of-troy.bsky.social Β· 5d agoArmand would probably say he didn't believe in fate either. Purpose sure. But fate? No. And here they all are. "Armand has his rules," Louis explains. "His dogma. That includes rules for making vampires. From what he told me, those his coven turned had to prove they could handle it. And I mean ~
//Marius: I saw him. Armand, casually leaning against the closet door: no you didn't. you're imagining things. there's no boy here. >.>
Armand | Parody@le-maitre.bsky.social Β· 5d ago// Buahahah. Yes π
//I just pictured: Marius: who is this? Armand, shoving Daniel into the back of the closet: NOBODY AT ALL.
