"Oh...dear. I don't have anything in my repertoire off the top of my head to combat vampires, it doesn't usually come up when you work for a Queen Bitch Vampire. Not sure what's good against demons, I didn't know they existed..." "Their vampires have a plethora of weaknesses ours don't," Gloria assures her. "And their 'demons' don't correlate to anything that exists in our world as far as we can tell. She also mentioned something about translating ancient prophecies, some of which are apparently in Sumerian. I don't suppose that little charm you put on Hepzibah's that adaptable?" "...I don't think so, but I could try..."
"Do you have anyone who speaks those languages, by any chance, and just want to lighten the load? The language spell I have relies on copying a language out of one person's head and into another's. It's how...how much are we telling her about Hepzibah?" "The beans have been pretty thoroughly spilled." "It's how Hepzibah speaks fluent English instead of struggling with a language completely unlike any that existed when she was all the way alived. Or not where she could encounter them, anyway, I have no clue how closely English is related to whatever proto-Latin was around at the time." "English is Germanic, dear." "I literally could not care less."
"Alternate universe transit, what fun. How does this work?" "You come in here, I close the door, Bella opens the door, and it points to her world." "Alright then." Chris steps inside, nodding politely to Klaudia when she sees her. Gloria closes the door.
"What did you say this fellow's name was?" Chris asks, stepping through the door. She makes a face. "And where is he right now? Ick, this really is not a nice place, is it."
"Hello. My name is Dorothy Christina Archer, but I go by Chris. I'm a witch from a different universe which is currently connected to yours via a magic bar that my boss and also someone named Bella found. Apparently you know languages that it would be helpful for me to copy into her brain?"
"I teleport you to the magic bar, you consent to having the contents of your head accessed for this one specific purpose, I copy it into my head, I copy it into her head. My boss explains how our universes are different and yours sucks, probably."
"Um...no. Back in a tick, I'm going to get some." Teleport! "Bella, your old person quite reasonably requires proof that you sent me before he'll let me teleport him places."
"Well, if I move then we have a door problem..." Bella reaches into her bag and produces a notebook and a pen and writes Weird, huh? I can't claim to have longstanding personal contact with these folks or anything and if she tries to eat your face I withdraw my vouch but I did send her. -Bella She folds this up and hands it over.
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"Their vampires have a plethora of weaknesses ours don't," Gloria assures her. "And their 'demons' don't correlate to anything that exists in our world as far as we can tell. She also mentioned something about translating ancient prophecies, some of which are apparently in Sumerian. I don't suppose that little charm you put on Hepzibah's that adaptable?"
"...I don't think so, but I could try..."
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"The beans have been pretty thoroughly spilled."
"It's how Hepzibah speaks fluent English instead of struggling with a language completely unlike any that existed when she was all the way alived. Or not where she could encounter them, anyway, I have no clue how closely English is related to whatever proto-Latin was around at the time."
"English is Germanic, dear."
"I literally could not care less."
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"You come in here, I close the door, Bella opens the door, and it points to her world."
"Alright then." Chris steps inside, nodding politely to Klaudia when she sees her. Gloria closes the door.
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And reappears outside a house.
She knocks on the door.
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"Yes?"
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He has to take a moment to process this.
Then he says, "...And how would you go about doing that?"
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"Bella, your old person quite reasonably requires proof that you sent me before he'll let me teleport him places."
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"She wrote me a note," Chris says, offering the folded paper.
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He reads it.
"...Well, then. I suppose you may take me to Bella."
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