He takes a moment to gesticulate in the air with one hand towards the space near Trevor's head. The little screen from his dental work will appear there once again. ]
So you can communicate while you're feeling ill. Did you need anything while I'm doing rounds?
[ The contents of that bucket are promptly banished with a wave of a hand. He has to work here and his nose is far too sensitive for that sort of thing. ]
[He continues to hold the bucket, looking (and feeling) like death warmed over. The display shows only static for a few brief moments as Trevor tries to rally his brain the right way]
"He's no witch, to start," he says with a rumble of irritation at the thought of their meeting.
"His ears are a hack job. I assume no one's called him on it because he covers it with his hair and keeps everyone away. His magic, I'd bet, is from a series of glyphs he's carved into his flesh. Not from anything natural."
"Lay back down. You can think and communicate without putting a strain on yourself."
But he returns to the topic soon enough.
"I'm certain he's not. He mentioned..." A pause. A glance over at him. "He mentioned making 'another one'. And having..." he swallows "he mentioned having killed him before. That he rebels and turns on him 'every time'."
He waits to see if Trevor puts the pieces together as he did.
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Well. I certainly could have done better. But thank you all the same.
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The kid's okay?
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...a viewing could be arranged, if you wished it. I won't say I was anything less than a cruel bastard during it all.
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Look behind you.
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...did you honestly think I couldn't smell you there?
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He takes a moment to gesticulate in the air with one hand towards the space near Trevor's head. The little screen from his dental work will appear there once again. ]
So you can communicate while you're feeling ill. Did you need anything while I'm doing rounds?
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Two buckets?
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[ He's only gone for a moment before he places a second bucket beside the first. ]
I'm assuming someone killed... 'Varney'?
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God, I'm hungover..
Don't know. Maybe?
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As you don't remember dying, one would assume so.
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Don't even get to get drunk first too.
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[ Water is presented. In a glass with a straw. ]
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Any chance of getting some beer instead? I know I just asked a vampire to turn water into alcohol but it eases this enormous fucking headache.
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[ He'll pour something into a small container... and then, after a moment, he'll wiggle his fingers over it. He hands it to Trevor.
...it will at least taste like beer. Even if it's not. ]
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This isn't beer?
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Christ. I'm so angry my ancestors focused on books and not 'magic that makes terrible things taste good'.
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God. The first time I die in a year and a half and it had to be when I wasn't even there to avoid a killing blow.
Anyway. What'd you learn about Belos?
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"His ears are a hack job. I assume no one's called him on it because he covers it with his hair and keeps everyone away. His magic, I'd bet, is from a series of glyphs he's carved into his flesh. Not from anything natural."
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Really. I didn't get a good look at his ears, they were covered up. Shit. Shit, so is he even Hunter's real uncle?
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"Lay back down. You can think and communicate without putting a strain on yourself."
But he returns to the topic soon enough.
"I'm certain he's not. He mentioned..." A pause. A glance over at him. "He mentioned making 'another one'. And having..." he swallows "he mentioned having killed him before. That he rebels and turns on him 'every time'."
He waits to see if Trevor puts the pieces together as he did.
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