On the edge of a deep,ancient forest that most sane people where rightfully wary of there was a cabin. A small abode, in a distressed state but the roof clearly had been maintained to ensure the interior remained dry. For the majority of the year no one dared approach or visit but for some reason, this time every year, was when everyone seemed to flock to ‘spooky’ locations.
He did his best to keep it decently clean-ish, there weren’t zombies crawling all over the garden or skeletons wandering aimlessly but the smell of death and decay was evident.
The death knight that called this shack home didn’t necessarily mind visitors but it was under strange circumstances they visited and demanded sweets. Not wanting to be on some sort of witch hunt list he would oblige any stranger on his door this night. Did he remember or even prepare? Nope.
Enlil, his ever faithful ghoul lay on the broken and chewed up couch watching her master pace around the cabin trying to find something that wasn’t deadly or too gruesome to the living to hand out. “Why didn’t you tell me it was tonight!?!” He grumbled to which the ghoul just tilted her head sideways in confusion. There had to be something in here he could use…Hopefully he’d find something before anyone showed up...
He did his best to keep it decently clean-ish, there weren’t zombies crawling all over the garden or skeletons wandering aimlessly but the smell of death and decay was evident.
The death knight that called this shack home didn’t necessarily mind visitors but it was under strange circumstances they visited and demanded sweets. Not wanting to be on some sort of witch hunt list he would oblige any stranger on his door this night. Did he remember or even prepare? Nope.
Enlil, his ever faithful ghoul lay on the broken and chewed up couch watching her master pace around the cabin trying to find something that wasn’t deadly or too gruesome to the living to hand out. “Why didn’t you tell me it was tonight!?!” He grumbled to which the ghoul just tilted her head sideways in confusion. There had to be something in here he could use…Hopefully he’d find something before anyone showed up...
"Dad, dad, dad, there us a house we have not visited yet, look dad!!" Newtin was beyond himself with excitement as he pointed to the cabin.
The elderly scientist holding his hand, on the other side, looked like he would much rather be anywhere else.
If there was one thing Professor Leonard Ghertivel LOATHED, it was the very concept of "holidays". Holidays were a glorified waste of time that could - and should - have been ysed mote profitably, and while the way nkrmal people wasted their time was of no interest to him whatsoever, his time was infinitely more valuable.
A holiday like Alk Hallows Eve, additionally, had to top the list of tge most worthless and pointless ways to waste time ever conjured up by some superstitious backward-thinking simpletons!
So in a nutshell, having to escort his cyborg offspring to trick or treat just mafe the old scientist livid. Unfortunately, his would-be brother had found nothing better to do than rell Newton all sort of nonsense abput Halloween, and relied on those illogical manifestations of quantuum instabilities that he and his partner had scattered all over the old mansion and oits surrounding - and which they inappropriately called magic, as if such nonsense had ever existed - to back up those absurdities.
Because Newton's analytical sbilities were not as developed as his had been atvhis age, rather than scoff and immerse himself in studies, those nonsenses about Halloween had captivated him so much je had started insisting to go trick or treating. Leonard's adamant NO had only lasted what it took for Newton to implore his mother, and for Alysanne to look at Leonard in that way that seemed to weaken his resolve, and sometimes his logic. So, again in a nutshell, mother and son had allied against him, snd cornered by that damned expression on both their eyescreen, he had ultimately agreed im exasperation, figuring he would be able to return to his experiments sooner if he just got this hassle out of the way.
He should have guessed that aomething was off when he caught a glimpse of Curly's grin as he directed them toward s portal for trick or treating, but he had been so preoccupied with getting rid of this nuisance, he had not spared too much thoughts on his brother's antics.
And now they were wandering in a forsaken country place from some other dimension and the portal had gone and the next place where Newton had not dragged hin to trick or treat was dkne hilbilly cabim at the foot of a frigging mountain.
His brother and his brother's partner were SO going to hear him as soon as he foubd a thrice cursed quantumgate!
"Don't squabble so much, Newton!" je reproached his offspring/clobe, who had meanwhile begun running in circles, hplding up the flaps of his vampire cloak like wings and pretending to fly. Leonard wss trying to examine the cabin amd tge more he contemplated it, the less it looked like a place where he could get directions. He wpuld npt be surprised if the inoccupant was some illiterate lumberjack who liked slacking all day long.
But msybe they cluld find a map or books of the local geography, probably used by the hilliby to steady a wobbling table. And getting Newton distracted with this ridiculous pantomime cpuld perhaps grant Leonard somw time to think in peace.
Resigned, he scrunched his face and knocked at the door of that... shack.
The elderly scientist holding his hand, on the other side, looked like he would much rather be anywhere else.
If there was one thing Professor Leonard Ghertivel LOATHED, it was the very concept of "holidays". Holidays were a glorified waste of time that could - and should - have been ysed mote profitably, and while the way nkrmal people wasted their time was of no interest to him whatsoever, his time was infinitely more valuable.
A holiday like Alk Hallows Eve, additionally, had to top the list of tge most worthless and pointless ways to waste time ever conjured up by some superstitious backward-thinking simpletons!
So in a nutshell, having to escort his cyborg offspring to trick or treat just mafe the old scientist livid. Unfortunately, his would-be brother had found nothing better to do than rell Newton all sort of nonsense abput Halloween, and relied on those illogical manifestations of quantuum instabilities that he and his partner had scattered all over the old mansion and oits surrounding - and which they inappropriately called magic, as if such nonsense had ever existed - to back up those absurdities.
Because Newton's analytical sbilities were not as developed as his had been atvhis age, rather than scoff and immerse himself in studies, those nonsenses about Halloween had captivated him so much je had started insisting to go trick or treating. Leonard's adamant NO had only lasted what it took for Newton to implore his mother, and for Alysanne to look at Leonard in that way that seemed to weaken his resolve, and sometimes his logic. So, again in a nutshell, mother and son had allied against him, snd cornered by that damned expression on both their eyescreen, he had ultimately agreed im exasperation, figuring he would be able to return to his experiments sooner if he just got this hassle out of the way.
He should have guessed that aomething was off when he caught a glimpse of Curly's grin as he directed them toward s portal for trick or treating, but he had been so preoccupied with getting rid of this nuisance, he had not spared too much thoughts on his brother's antics.
And now they were wandering in a forsaken country place from some other dimension and the portal had gone and the next place where Newton had not dragged hin to trick or treat was dkne hilbilly cabim at the foot of a frigging mountain.
His brother and his brother's partner were SO going to hear him as soon as he foubd a thrice cursed quantumgate!
"Don't squabble so much, Newton!" je reproached his offspring/clobe, who had meanwhile begun running in circles, hplding up the flaps of his vampire cloak like wings and pretending to fly. Leonard wss trying to examine the cabin amd tge more he contemplated it, the less it looked like a place where he could get directions. He wpuld npt be surprised if the inoccupant was some illiterate lumberjack who liked slacking all day long.
But msybe they cluld find a map or books of the local geography, probably used by the hilliby to steady a wobbling table. And getting Newton distracted with this ridiculous pantomime cpuld perhaps grant Leonard somw time to think in peace.
Resigned, he scrunched his face and knocked at the door of that... shack.
With the knock on the door Enlil would start to bark furiously, a harsh, grating sound of an undead hound would be enough to put most people off. Ant turned around and tried to get her to stop “Enough already! quit it!”
The ghoul was nosing the door and tried to shove her face out as he approached the door, shoving her face out the way with his leg to keep her inside.
Leonard would not be met by some simple, illiterate lumberjack but a 7ft undead tiefling wrapped in bandages from the neck down covered up with a simple shirt and pants. His eyes faintly glowed in the dim light making it obvious he was giving both the man and his…tiny war forged? the up and down look. He’d wait in silence just in case their first reaction would be to run away, which would be great cause then he could look for something else, or they stated why they were here.
The ghoul was nosing the door and tried to shove her face out as he approached the door, shoving her face out the way with his leg to keep her inside.
Leonard would not be met by some simple, illiterate lumberjack but a 7ft undead tiefling wrapped in bandages from the neck down covered up with a simple shirt and pants. His eyes faintly glowed in the dim light making it obvious he was giving both the man and his…tiny war forged? the up and down look. He’d wait in silence just in case their first reaction would be to run away, which would be great cause then he could look for something else, or they stated why they were here.
Halloween. Trick or treating. These aren't concepts that Dettlaff is necessarily unfamiliar with, but neither are they things he cares much about associating himself with. It normally means the presence of far too many humans. Unfortunately, he knows of another Higher Vampire who cannot at the moment leave and partake of the festivities himself, as he needs to rest and regenerate. Thus, the duty falls onto Dettlaff. As for why said vampire needs treats? He hasn't the foggiest and dared not to ask lest he spend several hours being given some detailed lecture.
Needless to say, Dettlaff doesn't find himself thrilled. Yet, he does find his spirits heightened when he happens upon a cabin nestled deep in a forest. The scent of death is easy to detect even though he looks almost wholly human at the time. It's welcome, as odd as that would seem to some. The way he sees it, this means he's unlikely to be in the presence of many humans. In fact, perhaps he won't have to see any.
It's upon close approach that he realizes he's not the only visitor. This causes him to hang back several steps, though still well within view despite the dark clothing. No one seems to be exchanging any words. Curious. Should he simply wait? Manners dictate that announcing himself at the very least is appropriate. "My apologies for the intrusion. It's the nature of this night."
Needless to say, Dettlaff doesn't find himself thrilled. Yet, he does find his spirits heightened when he happens upon a cabin nestled deep in a forest. The scent of death is easy to detect even though he looks almost wholly human at the time. It's welcome, as odd as that would seem to some. The way he sees it, this means he's unlikely to be in the presence of many humans. In fact, perhaps he won't have to see any.
It's upon close approach that he realizes he's not the only visitor. This causes him to hang back several steps, though still well within view despite the dark clothing. No one seems to be exchanging any words. Curious. Should he simply wait? Manners dictate that announcing himself at the very least is appropriate. "My apologies for the intrusion. It's the nature of this night."
Dettlaff van der Eretein wrote:
Halloween. Trick or treating. These aren't concepts that Dettlaff is necessarily unfamiliar with, but neither are they things he cares much about associating himself with. It normally means the presence of far too many humans. Unfortunately, he knows of another Higher Vampire who cannot at the moment leave and partake of the festivities himself, as he needs to rest and regenerate. Thus, the duty falls onto Dettlaff. As for why said vampire needs treats? He hasn't the foggiest and dared not to ask lest he spend several hours being given some detailed lecture.
Needless to say, Dettlaff doesn't find himself thrilled. Yet, he does find his spirits heightened when he happens upon a cabin nestled deep in a forest. The scent of death is easy to detect even though he looks almost wholly human at the time. It's welcome, as odd as that would seem to some. The way he sees it, this means he's unlikely to be in the presence of many humans. In fact, perhaps he won't have to see any.
It's upon close approach that he realizes he's not the only visitor. This causes him to hang back several steps, though still well within view despite the dark clothing. No one seems to be exchanging any words. Curious. Should he simply wait? Manners dictate that announcing himself at the very least is appropriate. "My apologies for the intrusion. It's the nature of this night."
Needless to say, Dettlaff doesn't find himself thrilled. Yet, he does find his spirits heightened when he happens upon a cabin nestled deep in a forest. The scent of death is easy to detect even though he looks almost wholly human at the time. It's welcome, as odd as that would seem to some. The way he sees it, this means he's unlikely to be in the presence of many humans. In fact, perhaps he won't have to see any.
It's upon close approach that he realizes he's not the only visitor. This causes him to hang back several steps, though still well within view despite the dark clothing. No one seems to be exchanging any words. Curious. Should he simply wait? Manners dictate that announcing himself at the very least is appropriate. "My apologies for the intrusion. It's the nature of this night."
While his first guests seemed to pause for the moment the knight turned his attention to a newcomer, human? no…he could sense that much, something more familiar to himself but he wasn’t going to call it out as there was no need. Just a quiet, simple respect given. “Of course…I’m used to it by now…are you partaking in the ‘festivities' as well?” he’d inquire and look down to Enlil trying to shove her boney snoot between his leg at the door.
Hearing the barks, Newt started hopping excitedly. "Dad, dad dad dad, they have a dog! Can I play with it? Can I? Can I?"
"Calm down, Newton, first thing first", Leonard chided him sharply as the door swung open. Candies could wait, first they had to figure out where the quantum anomaly had transported them and what was the safest route back home.
"Yes, greetings, you do not happen to have a ma--" it took Leonard some instants to realize he had been talking to the midsection of the house owner. After a pause, he looked up and instinctively pulled Newton back. AWESOME not just some hillbilly but some hillbilly with the plague... or leprosy... or some other rotting disease that he had absolutely no intention to expose them--
"Dad, look, a zombie demon!" Newt pointed excitedly to Ant. And because Leonard had pulled him back by the arm, he simply wheeled ahead, his telescopic limb extending without hassle.
"What the - Newton!! Get back here! And don't point at people!" the old scientist hissed. But he might as well have been talking to the rollerskates, because Newton was already trying to glimpse _into_ that... shack.
"Where is your dog, Mr zombie demon? We heard it bark, can I play with it? Dad, get the candies while I play with the dog?" the overenthusuastic cyborg kid's chatter was interrupted as someone spoke up from the nearby shadows.
Leonard and Newton turned at once. And if the newcomer's for bite speech and attire were an unexpected releffor the old scientist - a traveler! A traveler who seemed _schooled_! The chances of getting sensible directions had just skyrocketed! - Newton intercepted him, running his blue scanning beam over Dettlaff and exclaiming: "Dad look, another vampire!!"
And before Leonard could stop him, he tugged the sleeves of his cloak and started wheeling around the newcomer making ghostly sounds of "Boo... Boooo... Boooooo!! I am a vampire too, my uncle said I could even flylike one if I wanted but dad did not want to let me do it..."
"NEWTON!" Leonard snapped.
"Calm down, Newton, first thing first", Leonard chided him sharply as the door swung open. Candies could wait, first they had to figure out where the quantum anomaly had transported them and what was the safest route back home.
"Yes, greetings, you do not happen to have a ma--" it took Leonard some instants to realize he had been talking to the midsection of the house owner. After a pause, he looked up and instinctively pulled Newton back. AWESOME not just some hillbilly but some hillbilly with the plague... or leprosy... or some other rotting disease that he had absolutely no intention to expose them--
"Dad, look, a zombie demon!" Newt pointed excitedly to Ant. And because Leonard had pulled him back by the arm, he simply wheeled ahead, his telescopic limb extending without hassle.
"What the - Newton!! Get back here! And don't point at people!" the old scientist hissed. But he might as well have been talking to the rollerskates, because Newton was already trying to glimpse _into_ that... shack.
"Where is your dog, Mr zombie demon? We heard it bark, can I play with it? Dad, get the candies while I play with the dog?" the overenthusuastic cyborg kid's chatter was interrupted as someone spoke up from the nearby shadows.
Leonard and Newton turned at once. And if the newcomer's for bite speech and attire were an unexpected releffor the old scientist - a traveler! A traveler who seemed _schooled_! The chances of getting sensible directions had just skyrocketed! - Newton intercepted him, running his blue scanning beam over Dettlaff and exclaiming: "Dad look, another vampire!!"
And before Leonard could stop him, he tugged the sleeves of his cloak and started wheeling around the newcomer making ghostly sounds of "Boo... Boooo... Boooooo!! I am a vampire too, my uncle said I could even flylike one if I wanted but dad did not want to let me do it..."
"NEWTON!" Leonard snapped.
What had he opened his door to....yikes
Ant stared at the small older man and the strange mechanical creature that was with him and referred to him as family. Why did artificers seem to follow him??
The term 'zombie demon wasn't far off so took no offence, he was undead and previously a Teifling which by most accounts had their history in demonic creatures.
The tiny loud creature was distracted by the second, probably more sane out of the pair of strange adults on his doorstep. Enlil still trying to get her face around and through the door but he blocked her, tail used to wrap around her neck like a makeshift leash and keep her indoors.
Ant stared at the small older man and the strange mechanical creature that was with him and referred to him as family. Why did artificers seem to follow him??
The term 'zombie demon wasn't far off so took no offence, he was undead and previously a Teifling which by most accounts had their history in demonic creatures.
The tiny loud creature was distracted by the second, probably more sane out of the pair of strange adults on his doorstep. Enlil still trying to get her face around and through the door but he blocked her, tail used to wrap around her neck like a makeshift leash and keep her indoors.
Dettlaff bows his head to the owner of the cabin. "I am, though not of my own accord. I do this out of a sense of duty to another of my kind." One that still wishes to civilize him and thinks that him getting out will help with that. Personally, he believes himself civilized until wrong is done unto him, though he does tend to view the world in very black and white terms which does, he must admit, cause some problems.
"Hm?" How unique this is, to have what he is pinpointed with such accuracy. Something to do with that blue beam of light, he assumes, which is also strange, but strange is something he isn't unfamiliar with. The level of energy displayed by the young one is quite astounding, though he does recall it from the periods when he was living amidst, and getting along with, humans.
Dettlaff can't help it. For just a second he smiles; yes, there are some sharp teeth. "Your father sounds wise. You should be a bit older before concerning yourself with flight, little vampire." He'll play along. It'll be a good tale to tell his friend later. Carefully, Dettlaff steps around the young one, closer to the older pair. He really doesn't know what to say now.
"Hm?" How unique this is, to have what he is pinpointed with such accuracy. Something to do with that blue beam of light, he assumes, which is also strange, but strange is something he isn't unfamiliar with. The level of energy displayed by the young one is quite astounding, though he does recall it from the periods when he was living amidst, and getting along with, humans.
Dettlaff can't help it. For just a second he smiles; yes, there are some sharp teeth. "Your father sounds wise. You should be a bit older before concerning yourself with flight, little vampire." He'll play along. It'll be a good tale to tell his friend later. Carefully, Dettlaff steps around the young one, closer to the older pair. He really doesn't know what to say now.
"Exactly, flight propulsors are an eventual customizarion option you can get when you are more coordinated on ground!", and hopefully when his good sense that Newt myst hsbe inherited decided to finally kick in! Seriously!! At his age Leonars already lived for science and Newt was his clone, whe he behaved in such...ordinary juvenile ways?? 'It's a phase, he's gonna grow out of it' was a sentence parents were familiar with, and having never had to interact with children Leonard could only hope that it was true.
The eyes in Newton's visor took in a saddened expression...but it only lasted a minute as he continued to curiously observe Dettlaf. "But you can fly, Mr. vampire?" he asked.
"Newton, don't bother this gentleman", Leonard scolded him, before addung more quietly so only Dettlaf - he thought - could hear: "I wpuld not advise crossinv that treshold, whatever disease the owner has contracted may be infective. Where I come from - I am a scientist, Professor Ghertivel - we have means and resourcea to tend most ailments but in such a forsaken place and time..."
And once again Newton interrupted his very important attempt to communicate with what seemed the most reliable source out of the present crowd with: "This mister zombie demon was going to give us candies!" Pointing at Ant again. "Do vampires eat candies too?" Then his optics turned back to the giant "zombie demon". "Can I play with your doggo? Doggoo!! Where are you??" He called, clapping his hands together to beckon what he thought was a dog.
The eyes in Newton's visor took in a saddened expression...but it only lasted a minute as he continued to curiously observe Dettlaf. "But you can fly, Mr. vampire?" he asked.
"Newton, don't bother this gentleman", Leonard scolded him, before addung more quietly so only Dettlaf - he thought - could hear: "I wpuld not advise crossinv that treshold, whatever disease the owner has contracted may be infective. Where I come from - I am a scientist, Professor Ghertivel - we have means and resourcea to tend most ailments but in such a forsaken place and time..."
And once again Newton interrupted his very important attempt to communicate with what seemed the most reliable source out of the present crowd with: "This mister zombie demon was going to give us candies!" Pointing at Ant again. "Do vampires eat candies too?" Then his optics turned back to the giant "zombie demon". "Can I play with your doggo? Doggoo!! Where are you??" He called, clapping his hands together to beckon what he thought was a dog.
Ant couldn’t believe his eyes and the chaos the old man and his..child?…familiar?…creation? whatever it was the small one was unruly and the elder he considered rude to straight up and call out the other gentleman diseased. “You are clearly not from around here, you may want to watch your tongue.” He’d only warn Leonard politely this one time.
‘Doggo’ had been wrestled to the floor with his tail, grumbling and laying there in submission still behind the door.
He turned to face Dettlaff “I have more than a few treats for those who follow a similar makeup..”his best on the fly way of saying undead, producing a small, grey healing vial specifically designed for those who had died and returned. “It’s not much but I do hope they find some use from it.” the slightest of smiles and a respectful head bow given.
Now for the tiny….creature…thing…he could be a butt in this instance and decided to do so. “She’s not really the playful type, sorry. What I do have thought is this.” he crouched down and held out a yellow vial. “You put a drop on your finger then flick it somewhere.” he wouldn’t mention on impact it acted like a firecracker. “Only one drop at a time, that way it lasts longer.” standing up once more.
‘Doggo’ had been wrestled to the floor with his tail, grumbling and laying there in submission still behind the door.
He turned to face Dettlaff “I have more than a few treats for those who follow a similar makeup..”his best on the fly way of saying undead, producing a small, grey healing vial specifically designed for those who had died and returned. “It’s not much but I do hope they find some use from it.” the slightest of smiles and a respectful head bow given.
Now for the tiny….creature…thing…he could be a butt in this instance and decided to do so. “She’s not really the playful type, sorry. What I do have thought is this.” he crouched down and held out a yellow vial. “You put a drop on your finger then flick it somewhere.” he wouldn’t mention on impact it acted like a firecracker. “Only one drop at a time, that way it lasts longer.” standing up once more.
"Can I fly? Indeed." Not like this, of course. His human form is ill-equipped. Flight is reserved for his more monstrous form, though great distances can be covered by turning into fog, he supposes. None of these things feel particularly relevant to share.
His eyes flick toward Leonard. "Unkind to say, is it not? We've intruded upon this man, for the sake of festivities matters not, and he has been a gracious host." They weren't turned away or otherwise treated poorly. As Dettlaff sees it, that's to be taken as mannerly. "Even if there is a disease, what should that matter, at least to me? Your child was quite correct. I am a vampire. A higher vampire, in fact. It's unlikely that I'd even be susceptible." He's never had a problem before. He doesn't expect tonight to be much different.
Now, back to their host, and what he offers. He reaches forth to accept the vial, the object cradled in a palm covered in leather, as pale fingers tipped with long, well-groomed nails curl over it. "A far more pleasing treat than confectionaries. I believe this will delight him greatly." And, knowing his friend, he'll want to dig in and analyze the makeup of the vial contents, as well. This is a boon, for Dettlaff. It'll keep his friend distracted. "I know it is not quite customary, but..." His free hand is offered out. "I am Dettlaff." Chance meeting or not, it feels right to introduce himself properly.
Still, he won't hinder the man from dealing with the little one. In fact, he takes a place to the side to curiously watch the exchange. Perhaps being pushed to get out for the evening wasn't such a terrible thing.
His eyes flick toward Leonard. "Unkind to say, is it not? We've intruded upon this man, for the sake of festivities matters not, and he has been a gracious host." They weren't turned away or otherwise treated poorly. As Dettlaff sees it, that's to be taken as mannerly. "Even if there is a disease, what should that matter, at least to me? Your child was quite correct. I am a vampire. A higher vampire, in fact. It's unlikely that I'd even be susceptible." He's never had a problem before. He doesn't expect tonight to be much different.
Now, back to their host, and what he offers. He reaches forth to accept the vial, the object cradled in a palm covered in leather, as pale fingers tipped with long, well-groomed nails curl over it. "A far more pleasing treat than confectionaries. I believe this will delight him greatly." And, knowing his friend, he'll want to dig in and analyze the makeup of the vial contents, as well. This is a boon, for Dettlaff. It'll keep his friend distracted. "I know it is not quite customary, but..." His free hand is offered out. "I am Dettlaff." Chance meeting or not, it feels right to introduce himself properly.
Still, he won't hinder the man from dealing with the little one. In fact, he takes a place to the side to curiously watch the exchange. Perhaps being pushed to get out for the evening wasn't such a terrible thing.
... a vampire.
Leonard almost scoffed audibly. "Forgive the bluntness but I doubt an anomalous iron-craving, resulting in an biological sustainance based off blood, renders you immune to an undiagnosed rotting disease the extent of which-- I'm sorry?"
As Ant sternly warned him, the much shorter scientust turned to look at him with so much ice in his eyes it could have frozen a desert. Clearly, height difference did not intimidate someone with an ego so out of scale as Leonard Ghrrtivel. "The first part is correct, I happen to be from a civilized place where people know better than to threaten like old times barbarians, thank you so much-- NEWTON, DON'T TOUCH THAT!"
Too late, as soon as Ant offeted Newt the vial it was immediately finders keepers. The little cyborg optics widened in enthusiasm. "What is it? Is it a magic potion?? Thank you, thank you so much!! My uncle says--"
"Newton, for crying out loud! It's a hoax! That thing", the disgust could not have been more obvious in Leonard's voice, "is probably noctious swamp water", if not something more gross, given the color... Glaring at Ant, he hissed: "You sir, are so damn fortunate this world and time does not have Health Inspection Offices or you can be certain I would have reported your noctious place and your unlicensed concoctions YESTERDAY!"
Newt wasn't sure why his father was so mad, the zombie demon guy seemed nice, he had given him a magic potion! Did his father think it was a trick? He had to try it out...but, first things first! Rummagimg in his pockets he found a spanner and happily handed it to Ant. "This is for your doggo!! Don't let her chew it, but you can throw it and she can fetch it and bring it back! I found it in dad's lab..."
"WHAT?!! NEWTON!!!"
Leonard almost scoffed audibly. "Forgive the bluntness but I doubt an anomalous iron-craving, resulting in an biological sustainance based off blood, renders you immune to an undiagnosed rotting disease the extent of which-- I'm sorry?"
As Ant sternly warned him, the much shorter scientust turned to look at him with so much ice in his eyes it could have frozen a desert. Clearly, height difference did not intimidate someone with an ego so out of scale as Leonard Ghrrtivel. "The first part is correct, I happen to be from a civilized place where people know better than to threaten like old times barbarians, thank you so much-- NEWTON, DON'T TOUCH THAT!"
Too late, as soon as Ant offeted Newt the vial it was immediately finders keepers. The little cyborg optics widened in enthusiasm. "What is it? Is it a magic potion?? Thank you, thank you so much!! My uncle says--"
"Newton, for crying out loud! It's a hoax! That thing", the disgust could not have been more obvious in Leonard's voice, "is probably noctious swamp water", if not something more gross, given the color... Glaring at Ant, he hissed: "You sir, are so damn fortunate this world and time does not have Health Inspection Offices or you can be certain I would have reported your noctious place and your unlicensed concoctions YESTERDAY!"
Newt wasn't sure why his father was so mad, the zombie demon guy seemed nice, he had given him a magic potion! Did his father think it was a trick? He had to try it out...but, first things first! Rummagimg in his pockets he found a spanner and happily handed it to Ant. "This is for your doggo!! Don't let her chew it, but you can throw it and she can fetch it and bring it back! I found it in dad's lab..."
"WHAT?!! NEWTON!!!"
Ant too offered his hand out to the vampire who clearly had more sense and manners than this crumbly old grump who had gone senile past the point of knowing when his danger senses should be warning him. “Ant.” he’d nod and smile once more with a firm handshake.
With the child(?) given something to annoy his elder with that was done, the last thing to do was to deal with the idiot now shouting at him. “You’d do well to leave my property now.” still being polite as he reached for a large sword that was beside the door. His glare disturbed by the offering of a spanner. “Thank you child…” that sounded weird as he was sure this was some sort of familiar.
Enlil was released from off the floor and could be heard growling from inside the house.
Off to the sides of the building rattling of objects and wood creaking could easily be heard along with an even stronger scent of decay wafting by. “This is not your world, nor your place to be so rude…” he glared at the old man.
With the child(?) given something to annoy his elder with that was done, the last thing to do was to deal with the idiot now shouting at him. “You’d do well to leave my property now.” still being polite as he reached for a large sword that was beside the door. His glare disturbed by the offering of a spanner. “Thank you child…” that sounded weird as he was sure this was some sort of familiar.
Enlil was released from off the floor and could be heard growling from inside the house.
Off to the sides of the building rattling of objects and wood creaking could easily be heard along with an even stronger scent of decay wafting by. “This is not your world, nor your place to be so rude…” he glared at the old man.
"It is my pleasure, Ant." To think there are those that call him completely uncivilized. He stands quite firm on the matter of equal treatment, by and large. He's been polite and now that politeness has been returned, and again he's given hope that not all of the world and its inhabitants are terrible.
...There is still the matter of humans.
Dettlaff is largely fine with them, some recent, ah... incidents aside. He's all the more content when he can keep to himself and pretend they don't exist. The human present at the moment is not making the best case for his kind as a whole, however, and Dettlaff is, admittedly, bad at reading nuance, as it were. He's quick to take even the barest hints of negative and claim it a fault of all humankind.
"Then it seems you may wish to broaden your studies on vampires." And venture outside of the traditional sort, of which he is not. He looks back to Ant. "If you need any assistance..." His words may trail off, but the meaning is clear. "I can linger a little longer." First, though, his human form melts away to something semi-beastly, and from there becomes winged and monstrous. He launches himself upward to hover on large wings. "Just in case."
...There is still the matter of humans.
Dettlaff is largely fine with them, some recent, ah... incidents aside. He's all the more content when he can keep to himself and pretend they don't exist. The human present at the moment is not making the best case for his kind as a whole, however, and Dettlaff is, admittedly, bad at reading nuance, as it were. He's quick to take even the barest hints of negative and claim it a fault of all humankind.
"Then it seems you may wish to broaden your studies on vampires." And venture outside of the traditional sort, of which he is not. He looks back to Ant. "If you need any assistance..." His words may trail off, but the meaning is clear. "I can linger a little longer." First, though, his human form melts away to something semi-beastly, and from there becomes winged and monstrous. He launches himself upward to hover on large wings. "Just in case."
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