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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.
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her_imperial_radiance
"Short brown hair, gold eyes, vampire skin," corrects Elspeth, producing a set of pamphlets. She flips to one that has a picture of her mother in it.
Well, she does have short brown hair, gold eyes, and marble-white skin.
Well, she does have short brown hair, gold eyes, and marble-white skin.
prodigal_miser
Adarin - tilts his head a little. That is a gorgeous, gorgeous Isabella. With gold eyes and shorter hair. He - is briefly distracted by this fact, because she is a gorgeous Isabella. Then, he recovers, and says, carefully, "That - is Isabella with gold eyes, shorter hair, and apparently vampire skin."
"You're her daughter?" asks Vern.
her_imperial_radiance
"I am." Elspeth tilts her head. "Uh, she's very, very married, to my dad."
prodigal_miser
"I um. Wasn't -" He coughs. "Sorry. It caught me off guard."
Vern starts snickering.
"Shush, you," sighs Adarin.
Vern starts snickering.
"Shush, you," sighs Adarin.
her_imperial_radiance
"Alts happen sometimes in different dimensions. This is the first time I've run into someone claiming to know one of Mama, though."
prodigal_miser
"I have a mirror to her, I can go get it and contact her. It would let you talk to her."
her_imperial_radiance
"That'd be interesting, although I don't actually know how a Mama besides mine would react to me!"
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
"I'm really not sure how to address it?"
Vernaia rolls her eyes.
Vernaia rolls her eyes.
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."
prodigal_miser
"A bit. She's being patient with him, though, and he's working on it."
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
"Sure. Although I very much doubt I'll get along with an alt of Dad."
her_imperial_radiance
"Dad is very good to his people. Alternate-universe daughter is not likely to be close enough to count."