[VOICE; LOCKED to "Pendragon"]

[primogen_vampirate]

[Someone hasn't eaten in a few days and is starting to get peckish. She's hesitant to go down this road, but so far this is the only prospect aside from Carter, who she respects a bit too much.

So her lazy drawl comes on over the communications network, appropriately in ancient Norse because...why not?]

I'm starting to think that you were all talk, darling.

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[primogen_vampirate]

Well, some, anyway.

Assuming, of course, you're being honest with me. Which I suppose I shouldn't do.

[hung_garian]

Well... I don't always lie. Some things I say are true.

[primogen_vampirate]

I'll have to learn your tells. We should play cards.

[hung_garian]

I don't have the patience for card games.

[primogen_vampirate]

Too bad. I could have taught you 52-card pick up.

[hung_garian]

I can do Snap.

[primogen_vampirate]

Oh dear. We're at an impasse.

[She continues with his hair a moment, then pauses.]

Pendragon, is there anyone else from your world here? That seems to be happening a lot.

[hung_garian]

A few. Not Norse gods, if that's what you mean. Why, planning on doing a background check on me?

[primogen_vampirate]

No, although it's an entertaining notion.

I've merely been noticing the pattern popping up a lot. There are two others from my world.

[hung_garian]

Huh. Anyone interesting?

[primogen_vampirate]

No. Dreadfully dull twits.

[hung_garian]

Likewise. Bunch of assholes, and not even the fun kind like I am.

[primogen_vampirate]

A bunch of assholes? Is that the proper term? I thought it was a herd. Or a pack?

[hung_garian]

Pretty sure it's a gaggle.

[primogen_vampirate]

A gaggle of assholes.

Well, tell me who so I can snub them at every opportunity.

[hung_garian]

Sam and Dean Winchester, and--

[Hang on. Castiel, who may, on the mention of Loki, reply 'oh, you mean Gabriel'.]

--their delusional friend who thinks that he and a wide variety of other people are angels of the Lord. Just escaped from a mental institution, poor thing. Totally batshit crazy, but nice enough when he's not babbling about psalms or whatever.

[Guess who's winning big brother of the year.]

[primogen_vampirate]

Oh, Sam? The idiot giant? The one who fancies himself a lawyer? I met him.

And Dean is the one who thinks he can build a ship. Yes. Winners.

[hung_garian]

Aren't they just? Barely a brain cell between them.

[primogen_vampirate]

Noble warriors of Valhalla?

[hung_garian]

Noble psychopaths of Kansas, USA.

[primogen_vampirate]

Farmboys? Why would a god want anything to do with them?

[hung_garian]

I don't want anything to do with them. That's the problem.

[primogen_vampirate]

I see. That sort of problem.

[hung_garian]

Mm. They just can't stay away from me. It's very sad, but, y'know, understandable.

[He sighs, and crosses one leg over the other. That's it - he's never leaving her sofa, ever.]

How 'bout your lot? How'd you get on with the dullards?

[primogen_vampirate]

I told you "honest vampire" was a contradiction of terms. Which should tell you my feelings about these two twits.