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what is turning out to be a most unusual trip.”
“Howdy, Mr. Steele.”
“Buenos dias, Senor.”
“And g’day to ye’ both, that is, as good a day as we’re likely to ‘ave, adrift in this listless, yellowy haze.”
~whirr, bzz, clink~ “Hello, Mr. Steele. ‘Top o’ the day’ as you human Scots might say.”
“Aye, Mr. Cogito, wae houman Scots are apt tae say sooch a thing on occasion.”
“I say, gentlemen, I am afraid that I harbor misgivings that I am impelled to share with you if I may?”
“Please share your deepest thoughts, Senorita.”
~whirr, bzz, clink~ “I am all receptor, Miss Plumtartt.”
“Nae fae shae ye’ caresies, mae dearie.”
“Sure thing, Ma’am. I got more ears for ya than a forest full of curious owls.”
“Yes, er, thank you gentlemen. There are a few characteristics about our hosts that strike me with a peculiar unpleasantness. Both of the well dressed Counts claim to suffer the same allergic repulsion to our gentle sun to begin with. Had they been true albinos, I might be more amenable to belief, but with Count Sezami’s black hair and Count Onyx’Ula’s wealth of healthy pigmentation, I am unlikely to accept this hypothesis. Another troubling concern lies with their aversion to mirrors, and symbols of Holy reference. I have had some experience with this sort of phenomenon in another acquaintance. I believe that we are under captivity by a brood of Nosferatu.”
“Nosfer-who-who, Ma’am?”
“Nosferatu, Mr. Temperance. Undead beings that prey upon the living for sustenance. By slaking an ongoing thirst for human blood, they achieve an unnatural longevity. I believe these two Counts to be vampires. The wretch WrenneFeyldde, I think, is attempting to convert himself somehow, without having to succumb to the tedious requirement of actually being dead, per se.”
“Si, I am in agreement with the enticingly beautiful Senorita Plumtartt. I harboured the same misgivings in my noble, Spanish heart, but did not want to burden my fellow companions with the disquieting deduction. I am relieved that these observations are now out in the open. Let us be vigilant against the threat of these frightful fiends.”
“Something else I noticed, Ma’am. Those two Counts have both gott’em some pointy incisors. That WrenneFeyldde fella don’t, but that fella from the docks sure ’nuff did.”
“Hear, hear, thank you, Mr. Temperance. I am so happy that someone else made note of this. These animal fangs are another distinctive identifier of the vampire curse. I believe that our black garbed attacker from Rio is also a member of this species. I have it on good authority, however, that not all of this ilk are cut from the same cloth. There is, I am aware, a division within the culture of these creatures. At the risk of oversimplification, they appear to be divided between ‘good’ and ‘evil’. The ‘evil’ ones feast upon the good in humanity, and the ‘good’ among these find refreshment in dining upon the more despicable of our kind. Furthermore, it is my understanding that there is an ongoing conflict between these two disparate members of the same species.”
“Gee, whiz, Miss Plumtartt.”
“Quite so, Mr. Temperance. My conjecture is that the gentleman awaiting us for ambush outside of Pol’s hotel assumed that we are accomplices of the two continental Counts. He was, in all probability, ‘staking out’, please pardon the genre pun, Count Onyx’Ula, and is, as we, curious to the ultimate goal of our expedition. He most likely observed our arrival with Count Sezami and our rendezvous with Count Onyx’Ula, deducing that we are all in accord with the companionship. The daring fellow had no hesitation in attacking our forces, though he was greatly outnumbered. Our subsequent defensive actions most assuredly confirmed his suspicions that we are in the employ, and therefore willing associates, of the vampire conspiracy. We may have made a grave tactical error
“Howdy, Mr. Steele.”
“Buenos dias, Senor.”
“And g’day to ye’ both, that is, as good a day as we’re likely to ‘ave, adrift in this listless, yellowy haze.”
~whirr, bzz, clink~ “Hello, Mr. Steele. ‘Top o’ the day’ as you human Scots might say.”
“Aye, Mr. Cogito, wae houman Scots are apt tae say sooch a thing on occasion.”
“I say, gentlemen, I am afraid that I harbor misgivings that I am impelled to share with you if I may?”
“Please share your deepest thoughts, Senorita.”
~whirr, bzz, clink~ “I am all receptor, Miss Plumtartt.”
“Nae fae shae ye’ caresies, mae dearie.”
“Sure thing, Ma’am. I got more ears for ya than a forest full of curious owls.”
“Yes, er, thank you gentlemen. There are a few characteristics about our hosts that strike me with a peculiar unpleasantness. Both of the well dressed Counts claim to suffer the same allergic repulsion to our gentle sun to begin with. Had they been true albinos, I might be more amenable to belief, but with Count Sezami’s black hair and Count Onyx’Ula’s wealth of healthy pigmentation, I am unlikely to accept this hypothesis. Another troubling concern lies with their aversion to mirrors, and symbols of Holy reference. I have had some experience with this sort of phenomenon in another acquaintance. I believe that we are under captivity by a brood of Nosferatu.”
“Nosfer-who-who, Ma’am?”
“Nosferatu, Mr. Temperance. Undead beings that prey upon the living for sustenance. By slaking an ongoing thirst for human blood, they achieve an unnatural longevity. I believe these two Counts to be vampires. The wretch WrenneFeyldde, I think, is attempting to convert himself somehow, without having to succumb to the tedious requirement of actually being dead, per se.”
“Si, I am in agreement with the enticingly beautiful Senorita Plumtartt. I harboured the same misgivings in my noble, Spanish heart, but did not want to burden my fellow companions with the disquieting deduction. I am relieved that these observations are now out in the open. Let us be vigilant against the threat of these frightful fiends.”
“Something else I noticed, Ma’am. Those two Counts have both gott’em some pointy incisors. That WrenneFeyldde fella don’t, but that fella from the docks sure ’nuff did.”
“Hear, hear, thank you, Mr. Temperance. I am so happy that someone else made note of this. These animal fangs are another distinctive identifier of the vampire curse. I believe that our black garbed attacker from Rio is also a member of this species. I have it on good authority, however, that not all of this ilk are cut from the same cloth. There is, I am aware, a division within the culture of these creatures. At the risk of oversimplification, they appear to be divided between ‘good’ and ‘evil’. The ‘evil’ ones feast upon the good in humanity, and the ‘good’ among these find refreshment in dining upon the more despicable of our kind. Furthermore, it is my understanding that there is an ongoing conflict between these two disparate members of the same species.”
“Gee, whiz, Miss Plumtartt.”
“Quite so, Mr. Temperance. My conjecture is that the gentleman awaiting us for ambush outside of Pol’s hotel assumed that we are accomplices of the two continental Counts. He was, in all probability, ‘staking out’, please pardon the genre pun, Count Onyx’Ula, and is, as we, curious to the ultimate goal of our expedition. He most likely observed our arrival with Count Sezami and our rendezvous with Count Onyx’Ula, deducing that we are all in accord with the companionship. The daring fellow had no hesitation in attacking our forces, though he was greatly outnumbered. Our subsequent defensive actions most assuredly confirmed his suspicions that we are in the employ, and therefore willing associates, of the vampire conspiracy. We may have made a grave tactical error
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