"Yep. In my universe I am what is called a vampire slayer, which occupation is needed because where I'm from vampires are almost invariably terrible serial killers. Also there are other, non-vampire things that fall under my job description. And my power set is stupid, so any little bit of extradimensional help could be a big deal if it's the right swag."
"That's terrible. But what am I supposed to be able to do about it?" "Run to Radioshack and pick up as many ultraviolet lasers as they have on the shelves. Her variety is flammably allergic to that bit of the electromagnetic spectrum." "You're kidding." "Don't I wish."
Bella pulls hers out and displays it. "I have some, but occasionally I manage to rescue a snack and I'd like to be more helpful than 'get jewelry with crosses on it and don't go out after dark or invite people into your house'."
"Hunh. Well, sure. Do you have a company card on you, or should I get a receipt?" "This is personal shenanigans, not business. Get a receipt, I'll reimburse you later out of my own money."
"If one of these things could maybe save a life, that's more than worth the price of however many of them there are." "Wait, what's that room? It doesn't look like the back hallway." "This is Bar. She's a worldhopping bar who periodically hijacks doors. She's how I met Bella."
"And apparently they didn't have any laser pointers. All right, I'm off. Are we not opening tonight?" "Jeanie's taking care of opening." "Won't matter much if you send the entire staff off on errands." "We'll cross that bridge when we come to it." Hepzibah snorts. "You and your devil-may-care attitude. It's a wonder you've kept this place open this long. Well, it seems to be working, anyway. Radioshack ho." And she departs.
"I think I'd still need someone to ferry the drinks out to the club." "I doubt the bar here knows your particular recipes," Klaudia snorts. "I don't think she needs a recipe, darling, she can do anything. Ooh, you never got to try me before I was turned either, I went first. You can get a glass of that if you want." "What, really?" Klaudia asks, and goes over to investigate the bar.
"Good to know." "Bella's father is a policeman," Gloria adds. "I thought it might not be beyond the realm of doubt that you'd have relevant advice on dealing with nonhuman arrestees." "Be nonhuman yourself is a good start," Klaudia says dryly. "When we have to send in the human members of the precinct to deal with someone likely to be both violent and spooky, which thankfully does not happen often, we generally issue them full riot gear. I have no idea if that in any way applies to your situation."
"Unfortunate, but not really surprising considering how many mean names my wife has been calling your universe. The riot gear remark still applies, although it might be a little conspicuous for regular use."
"Any more specific advice I could give would have to do with the details of individual species, which would probably actually be worse than useless considering how different our vampires are from yours."
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"Run to Radioshack and pick up as many ultraviolet lasers as they have on the shelves. Her variety is flammably allergic to that bit of the electromagnetic spectrum."
"You're kidding."
"Don't I wish."
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"This is personal shenanigans, not business. Get a receipt, I'll reimburse you later out of my own money."
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"Wait, what's that room? It doesn't look like the back hallway."
"This is Bar. She's a worldhopping bar who periodically hijacks doors. She's how I met Bella."
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"Jeanie's taking care of opening."
"Won't matter much if you send the entire staff off on errands."
"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it."
Hepzibah snorts. "You and your devil-may-care attitude. It's a wonder you've kept this place open this long. Well, it seems to be working, anyway. Radioshack ho." And she departs.
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"I doubt the bar here knows your particular recipes," Klaudia snorts.
"I don't think she needs a recipe, darling, she can do anything. Ooh, you never got to try me before I was turned either, I went first. You can get a glass of that if you want."
"What, really?" Klaudia asks, and goes over to investigate the bar.
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"Vaguely recognizable, interesting. Thank you."
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"First drink's free, darling, or that's what she told me, anyway."
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"Bella's father is a policeman," Gloria adds. "I thought it might not be beyond the realm of doubt that you'd have relevant advice on dealing with nonhuman arrestees."
"Be nonhuman yourself is a good start," Klaudia says dryly. "When we have to send in the human members of the precinct to deal with someone likely to be both violent and spooky, which thankfully does not happen often, we generally issue them full riot gear. I have no idea if that in any way applies to your situation."
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