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[dreamer_fray]

There is a boy - looking to be about fourteen - standing in the doorway.

Behind black-rimmed glasses, his eyes flick over the patrons curiously. Many, many humans - many also not so human - some...

Hmm.

Harth Fray comes further in, letting the door shut behind him.

The vampire watches the bar silently.

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[dreamer_fray]

Harth smiles, and takes the hand to shake it. His body temperature will likely give away his undead status, but what of that?

"They call me a few things... But my name's Harth."

[stilljustandrew]

*The body temperature yes, and the strength of the grip...*

*Andrew's smile is gone, just like that.*

And how long've you been undead, Harth?

[dreamer_fray]

"Nearly seven years, must be," says Harth, with a slight smile. "How long have you been human?"

In one way, at least, he's permanently fourteen. The smartass way.

[stilljustandrew]

Longer.

*Andrew's tone is a bit cool, but still perfectly polite.*

Rules still apply. Our Security team includes one vampire and two Vampire Slayers, plus several magic-users and a couple of superpowereds.

And I'm told the Bar produces a very tasty synthetic human blood.

[dreamer_fray]

Harth shrugs.

"I'll still be obeying 'em," he says. And then, because it's him, he grins.

"Slayers plural, huh?"

[stilljustandrew]

*Andrew's gaze sharpens, just a little.*

Yeah.

They rarer than that where you come from?

[dreamer_fray]

Harth nods, dreamily.

"There were so many for such a short time... But there's just the one now. Just the one."

Or two, depending on how you look at it.

[stilljustandrew]

*So many for such a short --?*
*(It's about the future! It's information about the future!)*

*Andrew does not ask, does not ask, does not ask.*

Yeah. Well. Anyway. Welcome to Milliways.

See you around, Harth.

[dreamer_fray]

Harth grins.

"Thanks, Andrew. I'm sure I will."