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[untilmydarknessgoes]

[Damon's starting to wonder who he pissed off. (Everyone is the short answer, but he is thinking in more specific terms.) The giant pile of crap on his plate in Mystic Falls was bad enough, now he's...wherever the hell this place was supposed to be. With a magical little journal no less. Maybe if Damon was a twelve year old girl or Stefan (what's the difference, really?) he'd be into this. But frankly? He'd rather go home to the hybrid temper tantrum.

Right, well, since no immediate solutions to this predicament presented themselves, he might as well give the journal a whirl while he tried to get a lay of the land.]

So, I'm sure this has been asked ad nauseum, but where the hell am I and how the hell do I get out? As adorable as all this fairy princess crap is, I have things to do and people to see. [Possibly people to kill, but he'll leave that off the list for now.]

((ooc: Feel free to find him wandering about the castle or just talk at him through the journal. Whichever! C:))

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[untilmydarknessgoes]

Right, right. Going for intimidating or something, right?

[wield]

Something like that.

[untilmydarknessgoes]

Hate to disappoint, but I'm really difficult to threaten.

[wield]

Then consider it a warning.

[untilmydarknessgoes]

Warning received and promptly discarded.

[wield]

[ Ouch, Damon. And she worked so hard. ]

Whether or not you choose to listen to me--which is the smart option in all of this, by the way--the point still stands. So, if you never want to see or hear from me again, no hard feelings. No bad vampire equals no Buffy. That's me, by the way.

[untilmydarknessgoes]

Bad's kinda relative though, don't you think? I mean, I like animals and I don't exactly get offended because you eat meat, now do I?

[He's well-aware that's not the same thing, he just doesn't care and has to be a pain some way.]

[wield]

Make all the jokes you want. I'm not playing.

[untilmydarknessgoes]

Funny, neither am I.