Lord's Rest Inn

(welp, I'm annoyed)

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 "I do, but they aren't real ones. They aren't grandiose like they should be, and they change with the winds. I really just want a good crawfish boil right now, but that's not a dream. That's just a desire."

 "You're bumming me out man." She folds her arms "Go get your crawfish boil, you need it apparently."

 "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." He's quiet for about a minute. "Lovely sunset."

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 "I do, but they aren't real ones. They aren't grandiose like they should be, and they change with the winds. I really just want a good crawfish boil right now, but that's not a dream. That's just a desire."

 "You're bumming me out man." She folds her arms "Go get your crawfish boil, you need it apparently."

 "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." He's quiet for about a minute. "Lovely sunset."

 "Nah, it's fine, I'm just a bit pessimistic and listening to other be the same kinda makes me feel others should be happy so I can continue being sad." She shrugs "You should be happy."

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Scott is curled up on the sofa in the library of the tavern, reading queitly.

 *Time to torture Scott!*

  An all too familiar smell of blood fills the air as Dracula enters the tavern, a sandwich in hand, his teeth covered in a red substance, most likely blood.

 Scott jumps almost instantly, the book dropping to the ground with a soft thud. He blinks a few times, taking a few steps back.

 Dracula, not liking the attention much, turns into a mist, that mist moving to a table in the dark corner of the room and reforming Dracula, as he continues to eat his sandwich.

 Scott sighs and goes back to reading, staying as far away as humanly possible.

 He feels a slight echoing in his mind, something compelling him to come closer to Dracula, only a little echoing, but there.

 He closes his eyes, shaking his head. He has heard Khemet's voice, he has heard The Writers voice.. but not this one.

 The voice remains silent, simply a whisper, an infectious whisper, but just a whisper.

 He looks up, teeth gritted "Stop." He says, his voice a bit shaky.

 Dracula looks up to them confused “Huh? What do you mean. Is something going on?”

 Suddenly, the room seems to shift. Scott is there but it's not him. He pushes back his hair with his hand, sighing. His teeth have become sharper, his eyes a blood red color. His skin seems papery, pages peeling in corners where butterflies and maggots crawl from under them. He walks over, his clothes changing from a a sweater to brown leather jacket and white T-shirt before Dracula. He tilts his head "He isn't giving his soul up to you."

 Dracula sighs “Of course, another person thinks that I want his soul. I don’t need another soul. I dont care if his soul is yours, you can keep it for all I care. I’m just offering vampireism.”

 The Writer chuckles "He is embued with me and a god of chaos! Why would he need you?" He asks, chuckling "Plus, Vampirism has horrible downsides."

 He sighs “That sounds like you think you’re an expert in the subject, but you’re speaking with the king of vampires. I know how to deal with any issues, at this point, my existence is entirely benefits. And I’ve killed gods before, you don’t sound any special.”

 "Really! Then what about water? Cleric's? Or maybe about not being allowed in area without consent? Or maybe holy items? Or the friggin sun?" He lists off, chuckling "All over, he would just have to stay in one place unless during night."

 “Those weakness do not apply to someone like me. Maybe he’s just too weak if he dies to those.  You’re in his body, you can defend him from such things.” He says with a sigh “If he dies to the sun than that’s his fault.”

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 "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." He's quiet for about a minute. "Lovely sunset."

 "Nah, it's fine, I'm just a bit pessimistic and listening to other be the same kinda makes me feel others should be happy so I can continue being sad." She shrugs "You should be happy."

 "I'm about as happy as I can be at the moment. It isn't much, but when you pursue joy it just doesn't come. Not that you should wallow in misery, but you really can't just... walk out and grab it. You do everything you can to put yourself in a situation where it can come to you. Friends to throw you a party when you get through something really stressful or have a birthday. If you like cats, get a cat. If you like cars, subscribe to a car magazine. That's why I'm up here instead of in the underworld. To increase my odds of getting some happiness. Not a noble goal, or a novel one, but a goal nonetheless."

*hi guys!*
Vaska is ready to start her shift. She's still got her hood and blindfold, but she doesn't have her cane with her.