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Milliways is sometimes empty.
It never stays that way for long.
various vampires in Milliways
needle-in-echo-groove
"Eh. 'Vampire' is a pretty broad term, back home. Really it just means 'human-shaped thing that kills humans for their delicious essence and isn't a faerie'."
needle-in-echo-groove
"Huh. Well, parasitizes, then, I'm pretty sure we don't have to kill people but not much point in letting them live and tell their human friends about the big scary monsters. If you don't eat humans, what do you eat? Don't tell me it's animals, that's disgusting. And our definition of 'faerie' is even broader than the one for 'vampires', I'm pretty sure half the species on the planet are different kinds of fucking faeries. That's why I carry a bag of iron filings under my skin, gets rid of them very nicely. Those fuckers."
"I feed off my fiancé. He's a half-elf. Elves in general are pretty popular in my country. Dragons, when they're available. This ambient translation magic really isn't very good if that's how it's translating 'fairy'."
Sorry, says the bar. I'm not hooked up directly to the translation effect.
"It's all right, I wasn't blaming you," Leekath says, without looking at the napkin.
Sorry, says the bar. I'm not hooked up directly to the translation effect.
"It's all right, I wasn't blaming you," Leekath says, without looking at the napkin.
needle-in-echo-groove
"...Neat trick, there. Both the peripheral vision for the napkin and the fact that you eat fucking dragons. That is not something I would like to attempt any time soon."
"With the dragons' permission," Leekath emphasizes. "It's against my religion to bite people without permission. And I wasn't using peripheral vision, I can hear objects talking about themselves. That's how I was sure there was an ambient translation effect. The napkins look to me like they're in Leraal, but they say they aren't in anything in particular."
needle-in-echo-groove
"I'm just going to come out and say it. As a vampire of the proper, soulless variety, your religion is hilarious. You're so neighborly! Also, again, neat trick."
Leekath hisses under her breath and looks at the absent door again. "Excuse me, Bar, can you tell me when the door will come back?"
It shouldn't be long, but I don't control it or have any direct information on that.
"Not long as in -"
It's almost never kept someone here for more than a couple of days.
"Okay," she sighs. "I can do a couple of days."
It shouldn't be long, but I don't control it or have any direct information on that.
"Not long as in -"
It's almost never kept someone here for more than a couple of days.
"Okay," she sighs. "I can do a couple of days."
needle-in-echo-groove
"Aw, sorry for hurting your feelings. I'm not so great at not being an asshole. Part and parcel of the whole monster deal. Comes with the slime and fangs."
Speaking of which, he's now almost entirely human-looking, only his face remaining monstrous. Out of consideration to Leekath's possible squeamishness, he's left his crotch Ken-doll smooth for later assembly. He begins to don his outfit, brushing it clean of rapidly evaporating ectoplasmic flesh.
Speaking of which, he's now almost entirely human-looking, only his face remaining monstrous. Out of consideration to Leekath's possible squeamishness, he's left his crotch Ken-doll smooth for later assembly. He begins to don his outfit, brushing it clean of rapidly evaporating ectoplasmic flesh.
needle-in-echo-groove
"Oh, it's ectoplasm. We can't do anything else with it, the mask is a racial ability thing, but if you're a wizard or a sidhe or something you can turn it into just about anything you like. Couple of weeks ago we got a rain of frogs, that was some high-level ectoplasm weirdness."
needle-in-echo-groove
"Huh. Wonder what'd happen if somebody gave you a conjured sword or something, that's all ectoplasm but it's made into an object."
"Well, I can't hear things made with image kamai," she says. "But I don't know enough about ectoplasm to say how that applies."
needle-in-echo-groove
"So what kind of details can you hear with that, anyway? Can my pants tell you about my sexual history? Do my flannel shirts love me as much as I love them? Is the knife hidden in my left arm traumatized by me stabbing a malk with it?"
"Objects tend not to have much in the way of rich inner lives, and can only tell me things that are strictly about them, not just things they bore witness to," says Leekath. "Sometimes things like people but I'm afraid your shirt's not one of them."
needle-in-echo-groove
"That's reassuring. This shirt needs replacing anyway, I'd feel bad if it loved me. Actually, who am I kidding, it'd be hilarious. But a world with sentient shirts would be a bit uncomfortable."
girls-just-wanna
Abruptly, the door opens! In comes someone in a substantial hurry. There is something wrong with her face. She slams the door, then looks around while holding it shut.
"Don't remember this place being a bar. I distinctly remember an abandoned warehouse with no windows. And- definitely no exploding stars. Either of you know what the fuck's going on?"
"Don't remember this place being a bar. I distinctly remember an abandoned warehouse with no windows. And- definitely no exploding stars. Either of you know what the fuck's going on?"
"Not really," says Leekath, blinking only briefly at the weird face. Leo's is weirder. "It won't let me out at all."
girls-just-wanna
"That's not going to be a problem, because I don't want to go out any time soon. Unless it lets in Blondie out there, which I wouldn't be thrilled with. What in the everliving fuck is wrong with your face?"
needle-in-echo-groove
"Do I ask rude questions about your facial deformities?" asks Leo, whose face is inching steadily into place over his actual face.
girls-just-wanna
"Fair enough," says the woman, trotting over to the bar. "Any way a girl could get something strong and preferably with blood in it?"