Anita is on her own. She figured that out pretty quick. Not a lot of response on her radio, the longest being a brief, unrecognizable person giving her a direction. At least there was that.
She's been on enough hunting trips, both of the normal and monsters variety, to have outdoors survival skills. And the knowledge that she's way under prepared, and in serious danger, just from the elements. Her only saving grace is that she has her guns, because she doesn't go anywhere unarmed. Ever.
She took some time breaking a branch, for a walking stick, and possible blunt object. She would have shaved it into a spike, but she didn't think she had enough daylight to burn for that. So a walking stick in her left hand, and a gun in her right, she walks.
She's definitely not going to make it before sunset. And that makes her even more tense.
Still with the blood of her poor desiccated husband under her long fingernails, Nadja stalks her new prey.
She's no longer a vampire - no memory of it, either - but that hardly stops her animal instinct from wanting to feed. She tracks Anita, though she doesn't know who's on the other end of these footprints, and finally gets within hearing range.
Where she sends out a cry - Aieaieaieaieaie! - to alert Anita and begin the chase.
I thought you may wish to know, Nadja, that I have 'graduated'. I will be staying, for the time being, to remain with my son and pursue a bargain of my own. I hardly think it needs saying that your presence and support has been invaluable to me. And will remain so.
[Nadja is asleep during the midday call but she answers shortly after the sun goes down. And she can't believe it! Squealing, she answers back immediately after waking up;]
Congratulations, Lord Dracula! This is such wonderful news! And to hear you are staying on, I'm so excited to hear that.
There's a new priest on board, Nadja. He's a warden and works the chapel in the daytime. You and Lazlo need to know and should be cautious about what he might post to the network without knowing. I haven't told him anything about you.
There was little time, after she woke up. She knew it, could feel it. The unravelling beginning. Understanding dawned, and she knew what was coming.
Which meant she had one last task to perform.
Walking was difficult at first, as she made her way to Nadja. She didn't know if she could trust the vampire, but it didn't matter. She was the best choice, the most likely to survive. And, just perhaps, she could rely on a trans-universal sense of sisterhood. She held the letters tightly, hand across her stomach, willing the process to stay, just for the few minutes she would need.
Nadja is sharpening her nails into hard points. If she is going to die today, she is going to die taking out as many of these evil little fuckers as she can.
She is sitting on top of her closed-lid coffin, placed on the ground in a cell, miserably enough, and it's nothing like how she had one at home: it's an unfriendly brown box, barely big enough to house her and certainly not the luxurious stuffed cushion one back home. She hates it. But at least it's a place to store her ancestral soil and keep her sane instead of sleep deprived.
She glances up, already snarling to show her fangs, but calms down when it's someone who is one of the few who isn't repulsive to her.
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I'm in my room. You have an invitation to come in.
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'Here lies Steve. He was too stupid to live for very long and even when he was plucked from death he was too stupid to live long after that.'
I will piss on your grave for this.
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ANYWAY, I DON'T USUALLY EAT CARBON-BASED LIFE, IS IS THAT GONNA BE AN ISSUE? HATE THE TASTE OF D.N.A.. ONE OF THE WORST!
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If you were a vampire, yes, it might be. All blood has the DNA in it.
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What? No, no. Nothing like that. Laszlo is here with me.
What has happened?
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We are in his cabin. We can talk there.
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Have you met the new one? He looks remarkably like Norton.
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More importantly: why was he in Nadja's cabin?
He sits up shakily and looks around with uncertainty.]
Uhm. ... Hi? Nadja? Laszlo?
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Why am I here, but more importantly, how long have I been here?
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She happens to be asleep at the moment, but is awoken by the call of her inmate and she gives a groan, pushing open the door to her coffin]
Mmnf. Steve?
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She's been on enough hunting trips, both of the normal and monsters variety, to have outdoors survival skills. And the knowledge that she's way under prepared, and in serious danger, just from the elements. Her only saving grace is that she has her guns, because she doesn't go anywhere unarmed. Ever.
She took some time breaking a branch, for a walking stick, and possible blunt object. She would have shaved it into a spike, but she didn't think she had enough daylight to burn for that. So a walking stick in her left hand, and a gun in her right, she walks.
She's definitely not going to make it before sunset. And that makes her even more tense.
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She's no longer a vampire - no memory of it, either - but that hardly stops her animal instinct from wanting to feed. She tracks Anita, though she doesn't know who's on the other end of these footprints, and finally gets within hearing range.
Where she sends out a cry - Aieaieaieaieaie! - to alert Anita and begin the chase.
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im your inmate this month
died two days ago
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after she wakes up (end of October)
You're my warden now.
And you have my file.
We should probably talk. Where would you care to do that?
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I mean. Fuck.
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There is a vampire hunter on board, a man by the name of Trevor Belmont. I would advise avoiding him at all costs
...if only for the sake of your nose.
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Congratulations, Lord Dracula! This is such wonderful news! And to hear you are staying on, I'm so excited to hear that.
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[She is not; she's a disaster.]
Want to hang out? Are your husband and inmate still here?
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Yes, I would love to 'hang out'. Laszlo and Makima are both here, did you wish to meet either of them?
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[Life sucks so much, attention pls]
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But no, I have no real need for blood at this time, thank you darling.
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[On the Galley, shortly before her demise]
Which meant she had one last task to perform.
Walking was difficult at first, as she made her way to Nadja. She didn't know if she could trust the vampire, but it didn't matter. She was the best choice, the most likely to survive. And, just perhaps, she could rely on a trans-universal sense of sisterhood. She held the letters tightly, hand across her stomach, willing the process to stay, just for the few minutes she would need.
"Nadja?"
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She is sitting on top of her closed-lid coffin, placed on the ground in a cell, miserably enough, and it's nothing like how she had one at home: it's an unfriendly brown box, barely big enough to house her and certainly not the luxurious stuffed cushion one back home. She hates it. But at least it's a place to store her ancestral soil and keep her sane instead of sleep deprived.
She glances up, already snarling to show her fangs, but calms down when it's someone who is one of the few who isn't repulsive to her.
"Oh. Sariss, correct? Please, come in."
She gestures, pathetically, to her 'home'.
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What did you do to provoke her?
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