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At the bar, there sits a girl with a long copper-colored braid, slight and beautifully-complected and wearing khakis and an oversized pullover. Next to her is an enormous man, darker and looking at her (worshipfully) and the rest of their surroundings (suspiciously), wearing a brown uniform that is held on entirely via the cunning application of magnets. She has a glass of something fizzy and gold and he's got a Coke in its can.
prodigal_miser
"You probably would have been acting very differently towards me if I were an - alt? - of your father," he agrees.
(What is that, stabbing pain in his heart? Go away, shoo, you're not wanted here right now.)
(What is that, stabbing pain in his heart? Go away, shoo, you're not wanted here right now.)
prodigal_miser
"Well," says Vern, "I think you've already figured out how he feels about his Isabella."
prodigal_miser
"Yep. She's annoyed with him because he hasn't kissed her yet."
Adarin is currently inspecting the bar. Very carefully.
Adarin is currently inspecting the bar. Very carefully.
her_imperial_radiance
Elspeth giggles. "My parents didn't kiss for ages because she was still human and they were both worried it would be dangerous. This is probably different."
her_imperial_radiance
"I wonder if you even have one of my father or if he just died in 1918 without any vampires around to save him?" muses Elspeth. She turns the page in the pamphlet. She takes after her dad a bit, mostly in the hair. He looks severe and vampiric and his picture is captioned Emperor Consort Edward Anthony Masen Cullen.
prodigal_miser
Adarin inspects this picture with an excellent poker face and makes no comment. Out-loud. Internally, he thinks that if the severe vampire's alt is going to be future competition for his Isabella, he could definitely win.
"How would we check?" wonders Vern. She is - similarly minded.
"How would we check?" wonders Vern. She is - similarly minded.
her_imperial_radiance
"Well, if he doesn't look familiar, then he's probably not relevantly present."
prodigal_miser
"I can check for him, anyway. Scrying's easy," says Adarin. "Do you want me to check?"
her_imperial_radiance
"Dad is very good to his people. Alternate-universe daughter is not likely to be close enough to count."
prodigal_miser
"Ah. That's - unfortunate. You seem very nice. A bit - strange for me, considering the circumstances, but there is exactly zero reason to treat you badly."
her_imperial_radiance
"Thank you. It's not so much that Dad mistreats people. Mama wouldn't let him get away with it. He is merely very obvious about not caring, when he doesn't. It's even a good thing in some ways. He reads minds, and can't turn it off, and the only reason Mama was ever able to get over that is because he does not care about the overwhelming majority of those thoughts - the people whose thoughts he cares about are close to him and make our own arrangements about when to be in range. I don't mind a bit, of course. I've got the reverse magic, more or less."
prodigal_miser
"Yes. I actually want to have a long, extended conversation with you, but it feels rude to leave her out. If I leave the bar, will it still be here?"