[The sound of him filing his nails can be heard and sometimes he blows a puff of air on them.]
Whenever really. Though I suppose we should do this at night since the sun is terrible for my complexion. As for where, somewhere private? Mostly to keep us from being interrupted.
[Cassidy's swift to get there too, thanks to some fancy flying skills of his own, as ungraceful as it is. But he's ungraceful in every aspect of life, that's just how he is.
South Park is a place he fits right in, looking just as trashy as the location itself, dressed in a dumpster dive looking outfit and pretty easy to mistake as one of the shady looking dealers hanging around ready to make some easy cash.
He waits with a hand stuffed in a pocket, the other holding a cigarette to his lips as he takes a slow drag. Patient enough for a guy who's itching for a fight.]
[Lestat arrives and he stands out like a sore thumb. High quality denim pants in a dark wash, silk shirt in red, hair glossy with his curls free, leather boots... And to top it all off, mirrored sunglasses that hide his eyes.
He smiles as he comes over, casually pushing the sunglasses up on top of his head. The dim lighting shows off the glow his eyes have, looking almost violet in this light.]
[Look at this guy! It's enough to make Cassidy scoff, and yet under any other circumstance he'd be entirely down for a dude flying in wearing an outfit like that. Curse his desperation for revenge.]
Sure. Or we're here so you can apologise and promise to leave us the feck alone. The bloody nerve, coming in an stealin' another vampires fella.
[He's a ball of chaotic, twitching energy that looks ready to explode, but Cass at least has the manners to take another puff of his cigarette and then offer it over to Lestat. Cassidy may be intent on attempted murder, but he's still a sharer.]
[Hearing Lestat label his dom as delicious is enough for Cass to sullenly shove the cigarette back between his own lips and clench his jaw in frustration, smoke billowing from his nostrils seconds later.]
I don't feckin' know, do I? J-just... sunlight? Holy water? Garlic. I dunno what the shite works with your type.
Sunlight? Seriously? You are aware that to pull something like that off you'd have to expose yourself right? Not that it matters really. It doesn't kill me. I should know since I decided to try not so long ago.
I'm willin' to take the risk. [Which isn't even hyperbole. Cassidy can and will risk killing himself just to prove a point, and has nearly done so several times in the past. If dying forever means he can protect those he cares about, he'll take it, thanks, and take Lestat down with him. If only it were possible.]
It seriously don't do anything? No smoke? Bursting into flames? No searin' agony?
[That's how vampires where he's from work, and he mostly assumed that's how they all work. Perhaps he should have learnt by now that vampires from different worlds work very different, but every revelation still comes as a surprise.]
I feed regularly and have the ancient blood of several ancient vampires and the Satan of Pride in me. I won't need any further blood to heal before you've finished a single cut.
[Basically he may only be a little over two hundred but he's extremely strong.]
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[The sound of him filing his nails can be heard and sometimes he blows a puff of air on them.]
Whenever really. Though I suppose we should do this at night since the sun is terrible for my complexion. As for where, somewhere private? Mostly to keep us from being interrupted.
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Night time. Some place in the Down. Folk ain't gonna question two fellas scrapping 'round there.
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Come now, South Park, I'll take you on. Put a fist in that pretty face.
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South Park is a place he fits right in, looking just as trashy as the location itself, dressed in a dumpster dive looking outfit and pretty easy to mistake as one of the shady looking dealers hanging around ready to make some easy cash.
He waits with a hand stuffed in a pocket, the other holding a cigarette to his lips as he takes a slow drag. Patient enough for a guy who's itching for a fight.]
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He smiles as he comes over, casually pushing the sunglasses up on top of his head. The dim lighting shows off the glow his eyes have, looking almost violet in this light.]
So, I think we're here so you can kill me?
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Sure. Or we're here so you can apologise and promise to leave us the feck alone. The bloody nerve, coming in an stealin' another vampires fella.
[He's a ball of chaotic, twitching energy that looks ready to explode, but Cass at least has the manners to take another puff of his cigarette and then offer it over to Lestat. Cassidy may be intent on attempted murder, but he's still a sharer.]
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[He waves off the offer of the cigarette. He can smoke without consequence but he just doesn't see the point.]
So how will you do it? I'm curious.
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I don't feckin' know, do I? J-just... sunlight? Holy water? Garlic. I dunno what the shite works with your type.
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It seriously don't do anything? No smoke? Bursting into flames? No searin' agony?
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Does it look like it doesn't anything to me?
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[Heel. Same thing. Just go with it. Pretend he's a very smart boy.]
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[Well not quite but still.]
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So what if I cut yeh up and buried the pieces all over? That's what they do with vampires, right?
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[That's how vampires where he's from work, and he mostly assumed that's how they all work. Perhaps he should have learnt by now that vampires from different worlds work very different, but every revelation still comes as a surprise.]
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[Basically he may only be a little over two hundred but he's extremely strong.]
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[This is probably the worst revenge attempt ever.]
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[He sighs and turns to walk away.]
If you've nothing else I'll be off.