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[Guess who is not enjoying their Halloween preparations as dictated by the castle? He's been rather avoiding people because of it, not because he's ashamed of the new, rather ugly look he's got on, but rather because this makes it really hard to a) actually write anything because of his claws, and b) hard to interact with people without them screaming their heads off.]

[So, he'll open the journal, and one can tel right off that something's changed- his voice is significantly much deeper than it usually is.]

Okay, this is...this isn't funny anymore. If this is the castle's way of making me involuntarily join in on the stupid Halloween festivities, then I'm sorry to say that's the last thing I want to do at the moment.

[There's the sudden sound of glass crashing to the floor and one can hear Tesla snarl like an animal.]

DAMN these claws!

[And then he lets out a huff.]

Yeah, so...anyways. If you see what looks to be a good-to-honest vampire going around, please don't go and stake it in the heart or do any of that silly stuff which supposedly you think does wonders against those things. Getting staked is annoying and ruins a perfectly good suit, the smell of garlic just wants to make me sneeze, and no, crosses don't make me want to run off to the coffin I don't have.

Halloween time is not "time to destroy the vampire in our midst" time. Besides, you couldn't even kill me if you tried. Understand?

[And then a slight hiss, as he mumbles:]

Hey, at least the castle didn't make me go and sparkle. I think I would throw myself out a window if that happened...

[ooc: Nikola Tesla's stuck in his vampire form until Halloween due to his new loss! Feel free to run into him if you want, he'll be walking all over the place, trying to avoid people.]

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[She may have been about to make a snide remark, but that last bit has made her curious.]

Why ever would you sparkle?

Because people in my world are stupid enough to write fiction where vampires do, that's why.

Apparently it makes them more "attractive" or something.

[She's totally not chuckling at your expense. Not at all.]

I should not be surprised, I suppose. People here have the most curious notions regarding elves. It stands to reason that other races should face the same difficulties.

Oh, yeah, your kind? They're made to be these wonderful creatures which are wise and know all sorts of magic things. We? We're laughingstocks.

[YOU ARE MEAN, GALADRIEL]

It's practically unfair.

[...Nikola dearest what is even going on right now]

Well...that explains where you've been.

[Then, with more humour than she's had in the past month]

I'm glad you're not sparkling because as per our agreement that would have meant I'd had to kill you for your own good.

[Martel didn't hear Tesla's ranting over the journal, but she does run into him. Quite literally. She's turning the corner into a hallway and runs into what she assumes is a man. ~~She really needs to look where she's going sometimes.~~ She regains her balance and looks up to apologize.]

Oh I'm... [And then she sees what he looks like. She blinks. Well, that's...strange.] Sorry.

[BUT THAT'S AN ACCURATE DESCRIPTION OF ELVES....]

I have met a number here who expect my kind to kidnap human children for our own amusement.

[He turns around with a hiss, and then frowns- well, he doesn't know this person. Why aren't they screaming their heads off at him? He frowns.]

Watch where you're going!

[He shouldn't ask, he shouldn't ask nope. Nuhuh.]

Sparkle? [And then because he should probably be a concerned friend.] If you did that do try and do it at a reasonable hour of the day.

[Martel raises an eyebrow at that.] Well, you were the one that was just standing there in the middle of the hallway. Anybody could run into you, you know.

[TERRIBLE HALLOWEEN THINGS, THAT'S WHAT.]

Yeah, yeah, I've been AWOL because of this, I know.

[And a very unamused laugh.] Trust me, I would've killed myself first if that ever happened.

Well, that, and there are also the elves which are short and fat and make toys for Santa Claus, and also the ones which make cookies.

Still not as bad as what they've made vampires into, though.

Yes, sparkle, haven't you read those books? Oh right, I keep forgetting you're still stuck in the Victorian era, sorry.

[An unamused huff.]

Right. Because I clearly care about what time of day I plan my suicide, thank you so much for caring, James.

That isn't the point. If you see me, you should stay clear from my own little personal bubble, capiche?

[And he folds his arms, claws clacking against one another as he does so.]

Not entirely Nikola, just most modern novels don't interest me is all.

[...He may have to read those now. Be afraid Nikoa.]

I don't think tossing yourself out the window would kill you though, you heal far to quickly for that. [...No, no bad James don't calmly discuss how to kill Nikola over the journal.]

Oh come on now, it can't be that bad. I'm sure you're just exaggerating.

Well, I didn't see you, because I turned the corner. You still shouldn't be standing there where anyone could run into you. Unless you want someone to run into you. [Sorry, Martel's not back down on this one.]

[...She'll look up Santa Claus later.]

Of course. [Still vaguely amused.] I do hope you are not too inconvenienced.

Right, says the man who probably couldn't operate a cell phone correctly to save his life.

Oh, I'll find a way. Trust me, if that really did happen, I would find a way.

I'd rather be like this for a week than sparkle like a disco ball for a day. Trust me, it's so far beneath me that I would honestly consider it.

[In a mock cheerful tone:]Oh, yes, I'm doing peachy over here, elf.

[A pause.]

Now bug off and leave me alone.

Like I want someone to run into me! Honestly, I just pause for one second, and somebody doesn't think "Oh, somebody might be there around the corner, let's actually use our eyes for once!".

It's unbelievable.

I can do that, it's not terribly difficult. Just press the numbers and such.

And I think it'd be rather loud, wouldn't it? [Can you hear how thoughtful he sounds?] I think an explosion would be a little too much, at least here in the castle proper.

No not the sparkling. I can agree that's awful

Whatever is up with you now can't be that bad. Not enough to have you skulking around the castle anyway.

I do have a name. [Several, in fact. And frankly, it's amazing she's not insisting on titles.]

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