[VOICE]

[primogen_vampirate]

[Mina is intensely angry and unhappy. And she's making little attempt to keep that fact unknown. It's more or less radiating out of every syllable.]

I don't suppose any of you mechanically-minded individuals can salvage my kitchen appliances out of that disaster?

Not that it matters much, but if people keep showing up at this rate, eventually someone is going to be forced to live with me. I would rather they could probably heat and cook their own food than resort to eating me.

[Locked to Bruce]

How are the medical supplies holding up? I have a small stockpile, if you need something.

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[primogen_vampirate]

And who, may I ask, is it that's at my disposal?

[violenthearted]

Erik Lehnsherr. Metals are a specialty of mine.

[ Frankly at this point since he makes no effort to be secretive at all, he just proceeds as if 'mutant' and 'magnetism' are household words. ]

[primogen_vampirate]

Lehnsherr? A...German name?

[violenthearted]

In origin. Being German's done me no particular favors.

[primogen_vampirate]

Mm. I had a protege from Germany, back while I was living in Chicago.

Of course, I suspect that was before your time.

[violenthearted]

I imagine you know isn't what you'd call linear here. You might be surprised.

[primogen_vampirate]

Autumn of 1931.

[violenthearted]

I was born in 1930. It's up to your interpretation whether '31 is before my time or not.

Either way you'd have to concede I look remarkably good for my age.

[ The irony. ]

[primogen_vampirate]

I'll have to see what you look like first, my dear.

[violenthearted]

Discerning of you.

[primogen_vampirate]

Well, I am a doctor.

[violenthearted]

Then I'll look forward to surpassing your highly qualified expectations.

[primogen_vampirate]

Confident, aren't you?

[violenthearted]

It's kept me alive all this time; I'd be loathe to give it up now.

[primogen_vampirate]

I like that.

Although I rather feel the need to point out that your confidence has left you at a disadvantage.

[violenthearted]

I'm also highly adaptable.

[ Private joke, that. ]

Will you be enlightening me? Or should I speculate.

[primogen_vampirate]

I don't know. Do you enjoy guessing games?

[violenthearted]

No. Even in a place where we seem to be made of time there are better uses for mine, and I suspect yours as well.

[primogen_vampirate]

Well, it's very simple really.

I know your name, but you don't know mine.

Unless you've been coy with me.

[violenthearted]

No, I leave that to others better suited to it. Allowing me to precede with the contention that a name would help you get your stove back more quickly.

[ The tone of his voice suggests he's smiling a little, which he is. ]

But in your own time.

[primogen_vampirate]

Names are power. I learned that lesson well, once.

[A pause.]

Mina. Doctor Mina Barrett.

[violenthearted]

Dr. Barrett.

[ He's doing a little incline of his head; his manners are occasionally Old World European even where they can't be seen, but it shows up in his voice. ]

I agree. But all you have is the name I was born with. It only holds as much power as I allow it to.

[ There are others more meaningful to him inasmuch as he chose them. ]

[primogen_vampirate]

That, my dear, is the most powerful name of all.

[violenthearted]

Not to me.

[primogen_vampirate]

[She chuckles.]

Well, no one suggested it was to you.

[Mina likes this one. Perhaps it's the European in her own soul. Or perhaps it's the fact that he's some semblance of manners.]

Pop by House 18 sometime.