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Naturally, Eric is here, all present and correct - even sporting a suit for the occasion. He pauses outside the ship for a moment, admiring it from a distance with a vaguely impressed expression, before moving to enter.

Edited 2010-04-22 01:25 (UTC)

When Godric senses Eric's approach, he turns from his conversation with the Brucolac to greet his child. He smiles, pleased at Eric's punctuality and formal dress. Godric hasn't bothered to dress up, but when you're as old as Godric, you can get away with that sort of thing. No one tells you that you're under-dressed when you're two thousand years old and you have fangs.

"You're the first to arrive. Eric, I'd like you to meet the Brucolac," he introduces, gesturing to the rather unusual vampire who owns the giant glowing ship. Eric will probably already be familiar with the Brucolac's scent, considering that it's been in the nest, and more interestingly, on Godric's skin.

Once on board, Eric's maker and their host would have been easy to find - Eric's sensitive hearing would lead him to the conference room with its large table and great curving windows looking out over the ship's main deck from fifty feet in the air. That he found them with ease and without distraction have pointed out that the rest of the vast ship is entirely deserted. Salt and dust and dry, old wood.

Eric's arrival saves the Brucolac from having to navigate a response to an exchange with Godric that was on the verge of becoming awkward. That and the opportunity to meet the other vampire's most-beloved put him in a very welcoming frame of mind.

"Be welcome, Eric, of Godric's line," the Brucolac rasps, eloquent around his forked tongue.

Godspit and fuck, this man was practically two of Godric, stacked.

Yes, Eric does recognize the Brucolac's scent, which answers a few interesting questions, and raises several others. Of course, vampires having sexual relationships with other vampires is looked on as unconventional in their own world (though not unheard of), but then Godric is so old that the rules don't really apply to him, much like dress codes.

"Thank you, it's an honor." Eric nods respectfully, bowing his head to Godric in a less formal, more familiar way. "This is quite the vessel you have here."

Beats the hell out of his Corvette, that's for sure.

Godric rather likes Eric's Corvette. Not quite as much as he likes his own Aston Martin, but he left that behind in Dallas. It's only a shame that Eric's Corvette is now also back home and out of their reach.

The Uroc, though, is something else entirely. Perhaps it's not beautiful in a conventional sense, but Godric is very fond of the glow of moonlight and the unequaled view. All strangeness aside, it has its own majesty.

Ah, such politeness, but it means there is to be peace between them. For now.

"Thank you. There is no other like her. I have seen you on the tablets. Your bar intrigues me - a vampir politician was as much as I could manage, but I could never hold an honest job. People don't trust me, can you imagine?" He flicks his tongue twice - Godric will recognize the gesture as playfulness - and gestures for them to sit.

Vampire etiquette back in the world Godric and Eric inhabit is pretty complex and confusing, but one of its staples is that if you're on someone else's territory, you're polite. The Uroc is, of course, the Brucolac's realm, so Eric is on his best behavior. He chuckles a little as he takes the offered seat, both at the notion that his job is honest and the other more obvious joke.

"People don't trust me either, but they fear me, which is often just as effective."

Godric takes the seat between Eric and the Brucolac as they wait for the others to arrive.

"It seems that politics will follow all three of us, whatever world we land in." Two sheriffs and the king of his own little country, calling to order a meeting of all their kind in a captive world.

Something about stepping onto the ship brought back memories of walking into that church back in Sunnydale that The Master had been confined to, only there wasn't a handy-dandy barrier in place to keep the elder vampire at bay from doing harm to his person like there had been with his grandsire. Angel had never been a very active participant in the Order of Aurelius and had, at most, been present at gatherings to mock it and whisper sweet nothings in his sire's ear to get Darla to leave and go off with him to do things that were, in his opinion, much more entertaining and worthwhile than playing undead courtiers to the world's ugliest king who was more deluded and self-possessed than George II had been when the vampire had been alive.

Angel follows Godric's scent, the only familiar one he's finding here, and comes upon the room the other three vampires are in, catching the tail end of that conversation. His only impute is, "Then give them reason to trust you without the use of fear."

Make that two sheriffs, a king of his own little country, and a Champion for the Powers That Be.

Oh, hello newcomer. Eric looks Angel up and down in a cursory sort of way - it is not an altogether friendly look, though it's not hostile either. It just is. He doesn't particularly appreciate the didactic tone of the interruption however, it must be said.

"And why would I want to do that?" His tone is casual, conversational as opposed to confrontational. He wants to see what this other vampire has to say for himself.

Almost everyone had arrived except for the one vampire Godric had expected not to. As everyone tentatively introduced themselves or made small talk among those they already considered friends, Godric excused himself to go find their stray.

Somewhere in between not showering and now, Harvestman has abandoned the homeless chic in favor of cleaning up and washing his clothes. He spent the night scouring the city for a place to hide, and came up empty.

Instead he's hiding in a dingy little apartment that no one else has seemed to claim, curled up in a corner with his hands over his ears. Maybe, just maybe, Godric finding him earlier was a fluke, and if he ignored the passing of time, the ancient vampire will leave him the hell alone.

It's a stupid idea, but he doesn't have anything better planned.

Edited 2010-04-27 20:34 (UTC)

If Harvestman thinks that hiding in an apartment will save him, he's so very wrong. Godric needs an invitation to enter a mortal's home, but not another vampire's. So it should really come as no surprise when, very suddenly and without warning, Godric is crouched in front of Harvestman, looking distinctly annoyed.

"I don't appreciate having to come after you," he says without preamble, really not caring a whit if he just scared the crap out of the other vampire. "You can either come along agreeably, or I can toss you over my shoulder like an errant child. It's your decision."

Harvestman's head snaps back so fast that it makes a dent in the wall behind him, causing him to yelp. He doesn't bother hiding the fear in his wide eyes, or the way he presses himself against the wall to get that much farther from Godric.

"Leave me alone. Just - leave me alone, please, don't make me do this."

Face softening a bit, Godric takes some small pity on the terrified vampire in front of him. He's clearly afraid of meeting their kin, though why that should be, Godric can't fathom.

"It's only a meeting," he attempts to reassure. "No one will harm you. You have my word. Once we're done talking, you can be on your way." And he does keep his word once he gives it.

Harvestman's eyes slide to the right. That's the only indication before he runs, jerking himself to his feet with inhuman speed and headed for the door.

That would never compare to Godric, and he knew it, but he had to try anyway.

Godric actually rolls his eyes -- congratulations, Harvestman -- before stepping in front of Harvestman, and bending forward so that when Harvestman runs into him, he'll go right over Godric's shoulder.

Errant child it is, then.

Harvestman struggles now, eyes flashing red and trying to strike at Godric, which just proves that regardless of how stupid his decisions can be, they can get stupider.

"Get off me!"

Straightening up, Godric balances Harvestman carefully on his shoulder, ignoring the struggling and the useless blows. He doesn't bother to reply to the demands, either, as he sets off for the Brucolac's ship at top speed. They've wasted enough time as it is.

Harvestman's quick to figure out his struggling is useless, and that pissing Godric off even more is a bad idea. By the time they're at the ship, he's stopped, silent.

He can't stop himself from shaking, something the ancient vampire would be well aware of.

Godric stops just inside the threshold and sets Harvestman down gently. He's blocking the only exit, but Godric will allow the other vampire some dignity if he'll cooperate from here.

"Calm down," he murmurs, so the other vampires farther into the ship won't be able to hear him. "There's nothing to fear here. Go inside and join the others, or I'll have to carry you there, too."

Save yourself some embarrassment, Harvestman. Godric will be right behind you.

Stuck between a hard place and, well, Godric. Harvestman looks from Godric to the ship and back again, his expression clear: Do you really fucking expect me to believe that?

But Godric isn't moving, and he isn't getting out of this. Harvestman wraps his arms around himself tight, and with his teeth clenched and his head bowed, walked inside without a word.

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