The Perk, Thursday Evening

[guitar-and-gun.livejournal.com]

Sometimes, it just felt good to get out. Even if you're anti-social, like El.

He sat in a corner, sipping at a black coffee, and enjoying the silence.

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[bluewindbreaker.livejournal.com]

Byron sits down not far away with his half-caf double-decaf decaffeinated half-caf with a twist of lime.

And a cranberry muffin.

Stacked on the table in front of him are a number of informative (but harmless) tomes on the occult. The coffee shop seems a nice peaceful place to work on his lesson plans. Separation of business and private life and all that.

[guitar-and-gun.livejournal.com]

El Maraichi nodded to Byron. "Buenos Noches."

[bluewindbreaker.livejournal.com]

"Good evening." Byron nodded, he remembered running into this man in the faculty lounge on occasion but hadn't socialized with him much. Actually, Byron didn't socialized much on the island.

Or anywhere else really.

"How are your classes proceeding?"

[guitar-and-gun.livejournal.com]

"Fairly well," El said. This man looked familiar. "Are you a teacher at the school as well?"

[bluewindbreaker.livejournal.com]

"I am indeed sir. I've seen you about, but I'm afraid I don't know what it is you teach."

[guitar-and-gun.livejournal.com]

"Guitar. Playing, history, and building it. Yourself?"

[bluewindbreaker.livejournal.com]

"DAMM."

Still funny

[guitar-and-gun.livejournal.com]

"...Come again?"

[bluewindbreaker.livejournal.com]

"Defense Against Malicious Magic." He explained.

[guitar-and-gun.livejournal.com]

"Ah. I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name?"

[bluewindbreaker.livejournal.com]

"Of course, how rude of me. Doctor Byron Orpheus." He said offering his hand.

[guitar-and-gun.livejournal.com]

"Most call me El," El responded, shaking Byron's hand.

[bluewindbreaker.livejournal.com]

"Pleasure to finally make your acquaintance."

[guitar-and-gun.livejournal.com]

"Yes. ... Where are you from, exactly? I can't place your accent."

[bluewindbreaker.livejournal.com]

"We moved around quite a bit in my youth. As I advanced in age, I became a citizen of the universe as it were..." Byron enunciated. "And yourself? Central or South America I should guess?"

[guitar-and-gun.livejournal.com]

"Mexico," El responded.

_{[[And I'm off to bed.]]}

[bluewindbreaker.livejournal.com]

"Long way from home for you sir."

[[ooc: me too. Night!]]

[guitar-and-gun.livejournal.com]

"Yes. I often miss it."

[bluewindbreaker.livejournal.com]

"You must enjoy teaching very much to have come to such different climes."

[guitar-and-gun.livejournal.com]

"It... wasn't precisely a choice."

[bluewindbreaker.livejournal.com]

"...Kay." Byron said slowly.

Awkward.

"Are you enjoying the brief restbit of spring break?"

[guitar-and-gun.livejournal.com]

"It's nice to not have to worry about what I'm going to teach each week, yes," El responded.

[bluewindbreaker.livejournal.com]

"Indeed. Though now I'm playing a little bit in the way of catch up for the coming week. I was going to have some friends come over to guest lecture but neither one seems to be available."

[guitar-and-gun.livejournal.com]

"Oh? What happened?"

[bluewindbreaker.livejournal.com]

"Weeell, Jefferson Twilight got a lead on a particularly troublesome blackula, and The Alchemist apparently forgot he was grand marshaling some parade or other..."

[guitar-and-gun.livejournal.com]

"Blackula? What on earth is a blackula?"

[bluewindbreaker.livejournal.com]

"A black vampire..."

[guitar-and-gun.livejournal.com]

"...Ah. The distinction is important?"

[bluewindbreaker.livejournal.com]

"You know, I've never asked. But the vampires Jefferson hunts can not be killed by any means other then the removal of their heads... Which does make them something of a sub-group among vampires... Whether this has to do with their heritage before they are turned or a particular vamperic bloodline that just happens to only turn people of color is unclear..."

Hmm, maybe he should do a class specifically on vampires.

On a scale from Bunnicula to...

[guitar-and-gun.livejournal.com]

"...I never really thought I'd ever deal with vampires. Ever."

[bluewindbreaker.livejournal.com]

"You're very lucky in that." Byron. "They tend to be pretentious and tiresome."

[guitar-and-gun.livejournal.com]

"Not particularly difficult to defeat, though?"

[bluewindbreaker.livejournal.com]

"Some are more difficult then others."

[guitar-and-gun.livejournal.com]

El leaned forward. This information could be useful later.

[bluewindbreaker.livejournal.com]

"With the Blackulas, you have to remove their heads." Byron explained. "As I said. Some vampires have what we in the business call 'crepe paper rib cages'."

He said this with finger quotes and everything.

"Meaning that anybody of average strength with a wooden pencil can pierce the vampire's heart and reduce them to dust. Getting near enough to do that can be very dangerous indeed, but it's possible for the average Joe to get lucky."

[guitar-and-gun.livejournal.com]

"And what about guns? How do they affect vampires?"

[bluewindbreaker.livejournal.com]

"In general, whatever you have, you'll need a bigger one. Or specialized ammo."

[guitar-and-gun.livejournal.com]

"I have very big guns," El said. "What kinds of guns?"

[bluewindbreaker.livejournal.com]

"The problem with guns, you see, is that they are designed to dispatch the living and we are very fragile beings. For the most part, the best one could hope for with a gun, is to slow the creature down. So you'll want the largest caliber possible."

[guitar-and-gun.livejournal.com]

"...I think I can handle that," El said.

He did, after all, possess guns that could throw men through walls.

"Is there anything else, then? What about the sign of the cross?"

[bluewindbreaker.livejournal.com]

Byron gave that some thought.

"How is your faith these days Sinor?"

[guitar-and-gun.livejournal.com]

"Pretty strong. It's been through tough times, and I've never lost it."

[bluewindbreaker.livejournal.com]

"You would likely have better use of it then most then. I would suggest something tangible to carry on your person rather then relying on a pair of sticks or fingers."