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There is a Count exploring the inside of the Bar today. He is wearing a long, quilted, red and black smoking jacket with his usual black pants, boots, and bat belt. His hair is also pulled back to reveal his old fashioned sideburns. So far he has found the library, the kitchen, the observation window, the trilobite tank, a few halls of personal rooms, the infirmary, the gym, the garage, and the door to the back. You can catch him at any of these places or at a chair near the fire where he is reading a news paper called "Vampire times."

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His quiet reading time may be interrupted by a very brightly blue-haired young woman in an equally brightly yellow shirt and skinny jeans, with a complicated clear-plastic puzzle ball held between her hands. The goal is to maneuver the tiny steel bearing through all the maze segments, and she's doing an admirable job of it.

Even when she slides down from the back of the couch to lay upside-down on the seat. She may be humming.

The Count heard the girl making all the noise and it irritated him. Then he was suddenly standing over her.

"Could you keep it down?" He growled, "You are worse than my daughter, and she is dreadful."

Nori looks up, past the suddenly-still ball, and right at the Count, one brow lifted in question at the growl.

"Can I, yes," she says carefully, leading up to what's sure to be magnificent sarcasm. "But since you asked so very nicely, I won't. And don't growl at me, I am not a dog."

"I was wrong," he said with a vicious smile "You are just like my daughter."

He considered taking the puzzle away crop the girl.

"I pity your daughter," she replies lightly. "Growing up with Goth Spice has to suck."

"Isn't that the point? We are vampires after all," said the Count with a smile, "Besides I look rather good for 616 years old."

"Awww, is baby having a midlife crisis?" she asks, blinking and pulling a face, and evidently unfazed by his smile.

"Besides, it's just humming. Nothing to get your panties in a knot over." However, the narration feels obliged to point out, without some sort of counterpoint the random timeless clacking of the metal bearing against its plastic cage can get really really annoying, really really fast.

The Count sighed.

"The humming I could stand," he said and then deftly took the plastic puzzle cage out of her hands. He moved so fast as to seem instantaneous, " What was annoying is this thing."

He turned it over looked at it, the bearing clacking around, "What is it, anyway?"

Noriko stopped, and looked purposefully up at him when he took the puzzle. "Excuse me," she says calmly, but dead seriously, "Do I take your things like a petulant two-year-old?"

She flips around to stand up, facing him. "I will give you one chance. Hand it back or you won't like what happens."

"Ha Ha!," laughed the Count, "No. I could destroy it. Better yet, I think I will keep it."

He was evil after all.

Noriko gave him a chance. Really, she did.

So she does the next best thing; shocks him. It's not major, nor is it flashy, but it'll leave him arm numb for a couple hours, and give her time to take her puzzle ball back. "Don't fuck with me, dude."

The count grinned with fangs and red eyes, "Good one, but I fuck with whom I chose, girl. You know my father used to use lightening on us all the time growing up. This is a rather nostalgic sensation. You can have your toy back, but please could you refrain from playing with it for the next fifteen minutes."

She's seen worse. Trust us, she's seen worse.

"Couple of things you should know," she says dryly, taking the puzzle ball back and tucking it securely under her arm, hand clasping it so it isn't easy to simply pop out of her grasp again. "Don't call me girl like that, 'cause I'm not your maid and I'm not your kid. And you don't ever get to tell me what I should refrain from. This is a free place, and I don't have to do anything--or avoid doing anything--just so it pleases you. We good?"

"I do what I like," he said with a grin, "And what else should I call you? I do not know your name, do I?"

He is a predator after all those red eyes were beginning to turn black. He was a hungry vampire, who was relegated to drinking the synthetic swill the bar had in place of blood, and he was getting rather annoyed.

The thought of the rules of the bar, though, kept the violence at bay.

"It's Ashida Noriko," she says, sarcastic as can be. "And am I to assume yours is just some variant of asshole?"

The Count ' s face contorted in mock pain, "Ouch, that hurt."

That face then laughed at Noriko, "Is that the best you've got? I am evil! My daughter has better insults, and she's not even a grown vampire yet. Now, be a good little girl and be quite!"

He was still deliciously tingly from her first shock.

"I'm no one's good little girl," she says dryly, "But I can be deliciously bad. I can also set your annoying goth ass on fire if you'd prefer."

She doesn't often play up the jaded sarcastic ass role, but she can call it up pretty easily still.

"Oh?" asked the Count with a smile, "And how will you accomplish this?"

First she'd have to catch him.

"What, and give away the surprise?" she asks sarcastically, going back to the puzzle and starting over.

The Count smiled, "I like you."

And with that he was in his chair in an instant reading his paper... still quite annoyed with the sound of that infernal puzzle. He wondered if he should transform it into something disturbing, a human heart for instance.

"Oh goodie joy," Noriko murmured, not at all concerned with the Victorian-Ozzy wannabe.

The Count laughed from behind his paper.

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