This guy is ominous! And yet, somehow – probably against better judgement – Harrowheart can't be too perturbed by him. He's another undead, after all. There's got to be some unspoken solidarity between them. And knowing what little he knows about vampires (and it is very little) he's well-convinced he's got nothing this man could want.
Harrowheart smiles lopsidedly at the vampire's advice. "Little late for me to stay out of the spotlight, but I'll do you a solid and not tell anyone I met you. And I... Noticed that, yeah. That they can't handle us bein' people in our own right. It's different from how it is on my world. There, they say we can be but that we can't belong. Here, they think we can't be at all. If it weren't Viatorus' big evenin' I'd'a clocked that Poenia girl for tellin' me I gotta be someone's thrall."
Having said it, though, Harrowheart winces. He tries for a queasy smile and shakes his head. "I probably embarrassed myself sayin' that just now. You don't look like the sorta undead who takes part in violent things. You got a better look about you, like a... Vault master at a bank." He plucks at his own collar and nods the vampire's way. "It's that thing you got on."
Only after saying that does something occur to him. His eyebrows twitch and he quickly asks, "Just a minute now. Other undead? What sorts are there on Earth?..."
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Date: 2017-08-13 12:13 am (UTC)Harrowheart smiles lopsidedly at the vampire's advice. "Little late for me to stay out of the spotlight, but I'll do you a solid and not tell anyone I met you. And I... Noticed that, yeah. That they can't handle us bein' people in our own right. It's different from how it is on my world. There, they say we can be but that we can't belong. Here, they think we can't be at all. If it weren't Viatorus' big evenin' I'd'a clocked that Poenia girl for tellin' me I gotta be someone's thrall."
Having said it, though, Harrowheart winces. He tries for a queasy smile and shakes his head. "I probably embarrassed myself sayin' that just now. You don't look like the sorta undead who takes part in violent things. You got a better look about you, like a... Vault master at a bank." He plucks at his own collar and nods the vampire's way. "It's that thing you got on."
Only after saying that does something occur to him. His eyebrows twitch and he quickly asks, "Just a minute now. Other undead? What sorts are there on Earth?..."