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[ Visual | Location: Heading into Wilde ]

Godric's inhuman speed and his poor tablet have never mixed very well. It turns on in mid-air as it goes flying, landing just in time to catch the image of Godric's blur passing by a small crowd of zombies. Godric abruptly stops in a crouch next to the broadcasting tablet as the zombies fall behind him like dominoes, gore spilling from their heads onto the ground where they land.

From a visual perspective, it looks as if the zombies' brains have suddenly and inexplicably exploded at Godric's passing. But a quick glance at the blood covering Godric's hands and forearms tells a different story. Crushing skulls with your bare hands; it's a vampire thing.

The tattoos on Godric's arms and torso are stark against his skin, his shirt discarded as soon as it became apparent this would get messy. With fangs displayed, he makes a positively savage picture, but the expression on his face is calm. Noticing the tablet, he politely detracts his fangs before picking it up and rising to his feet to speak.

"It seems our hamster friends have done something foolish again," he says rather dryly. "I hope those of you who haven't taken it upon yourselves to fight are remaining safe. Sookie, Mister Stackhouse, are you both well? River, Dawn, Kaylee? Should anyone need assistance who does not have it, you need only ask.

"Eric, where have you gotten to? Faith is just behind me; we're heading for Wilde."

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Are you still in the zoo, little admiral?

Stefan did mention Katherine, but Katherine hasn't made enough obvious trouble to catch Godric's attention. This is a good thing, for Godric is definitely quite a bit older, and quite a bit less amused by Katherine's idea of fun.

He catches her face on the tablet and doesn't recognize it. Her expression is odd. Perhaps she's human, and no one warned her about the vampires in Taxon? It would explain her apparent unease.

"Are you well?" he asks politely.

"Ah, and so some things never change." His face and tone are utterly neutral. It's difficult to tell if he finds Damon's admission amusing or annoying or strange, or something else entirely.

"Are you?" Godric is having fun, but it's not something he'll admit so easily to someone he's not close to. He's wary of giving the wrong impression; he no longer takes joy in killing sprees in general. This is a very rare exception. And so he can't help but wonder about Damon's feelings on the subject.

I know, but... Can't help worryin'.

Godric is partly right; though Katherine hasn't been a human in over 500 years, she did not know that there were other vampires in Taxon save from herself, Stefan, Damon and Lexi. Now, in the middle of a zombie apocalypse of all things, it doesn't seem like such an impossible idea. Katherine wonders why she never thought about the possibility before. She jumps slightly as Godric's address catches her off guard, but recovers admirably swiftly.

"Yes," she replies curtly, cocking her head a little as she scrutinizes the other vampire. "That was quite an impressive display. You are old."

No use beating around the bush. He is clearly not concerned about his true nature being revealed so publicly, unlike the vampires from her world.

Edited 2011-02-17 17:13 (UTC)

Into Wilde? You know that's where most of the zombies are, right?

That is, as they say, the point, Mister Stackhouse.

[Oh. Vampire, right.] Can you eat 'em?

Someone really needs to get around to compiling that visitor's guide. At this point, Godric's information would probably be somewhere on the first page, right at the top of the Oh, by the Way: Vampires section.

He nods, his perception of Katherine shifting immediately. The nature of his studying gaze shifts to accommodate, and it's suddenly quite a bit sharper.

"I am."

[Godric's nose wrinkles at the thought, but Jason can't see it]

No. They're foul. But we can kill them.

Then if you must go find her, bring someone with you. You should not go alone.

[That's surprising. He would have thought a body was a body.] Well we'd sure appreciate your help. Good luck, Godric.

[A body is a body when it's not diseased and rotting and formerly an Extra. Even healthy, the damn things taste like ash.]

And you, Mister Stackhouse. Be safe.

Oh, don't worry. 'M a big fan of the buddy system.

Similarly, Godric's affirmation on what Katherine already strongly suspected causes her to regard him more warily, suspiciously. It's nothing personal, Katherine just hasn't had the best of experiences with dealing with Elders. In fact, she's been running for her life from the Originals of her world ever since the day she was turned. To have the normally self-confident (or arrogant) Katherine jumping even at her own shadow, one merely needed to mention the name Klaus.

Valiantly masking her insecurities before Godric, Katherine conjures up a pleasant smile to her lips. "I'm afraid my astonishment made me neglect any and all manners. How do you do; my name is Katherine Pierce."

"Hello, Katherine," he intones softly, recalling Stefan's warnings about the woman but having no reason to act on them. "My name is Godric. It's a pleasure."

Godric is quite accustomed to younger vampires kowtowing to him; back home, in his position as Sheriff, he expected it. The environment here is much more casual, and Godric has never demanded any authority save that he's been handed freely, but his response to a respectful underling is automatic. He's kind and calm, but there's an air about him that practically screams power.

Katherine dips her chin into a prolonged nod in lieu of greeting. The soft, quiet way about Godric is, truthfully, throwing her off her game just a bit. She can sense his aura of authority and power even though the feed, and yet he seems nothing like the Elders Katherine has dealt with - Godric seems to lack the chilling, forceful edge that the Originals have, the vibe that reminded younger vampires that every moment they spent within their proximity could be their last. Katherine can't quite decide which is more intimidating.

"I admit I'm quite surprised," Katherine says at length, curiosity starting to creep into her tone. "I wasn't aware that there were other vampires here aside from Stefan, Damon and Lexi. You do not find concealment of who you are necessary in Taxon, then?"

Godric is probably the most reasonable vampire Katherine will ever meet, but despite that, and despite his soft words and youthful visage, there will always be something inherently intimidating about him. It isn't something he does purposely, most of the time, but it only ever seems to fade completely when he's utterly content. And then he looks just like a boy, which can be just as terrifying in its own way, when you already know what he is.

"We did not find concealment necessary any longer in our own world," the plural pronouns should be noted, "so we did not find concealment necessary when we arrived here. Others followed suit. You four are the first vampires to arrive in Taxon who have kept your nature strictly secret."

Katherine indeed pays attention to the plural, always conscientious of what exactly was being said around her and moreover, exactly what she said herself. She takes a few moments to mull over the idea of a world where vampires could conduct themselves without the need for secrecy.

"How unexpected," Katherine murmurs, before raising a slim brow enquiringly. "We? You have company from your world, then. And 'others' would suggest yet more vampires from different places. This is very interesting, indeed."

Her innate curiosity and Godric's genteel disposition are quickly dissolving the lingering hesitancy she feels.

"It makes the world go 'round." His tone is mocking, but it's mostly turned on himself. He's a douchebag, but not the kind that can't take a few stabs at his own past.

Godric's neutral, flat facade prickles at Damon's skin and makes him push harder, amp the sardonic laziness up just to see if he can get a reaction. Being ignored in any capacity has always been a little more than he can bear without shoving back.

"This shirt is ruined and so are the shoes." Then Damon holds up his hands-- they're bloody half-way up his forearms, courtesy of the tried and true 'rip out the heart' first shot at a zombie-- and wiggles his fingers, his grin going sharp. "It's the best day magic hamsterland has provided yet."

"My progeny is here with me, and others have come and gone. Some are still here, though no more of my kind, and no more of yours that I know of." Few things in Taxon are secret, and anyone who's remained in Taxon any particular length of time would have been able to explain these things to anyone who wished to know. Godric has no qualms about revealing things that should, for all intents and purposes, be common knowledge.

Godric's mouth twitches in a smile as he refrains from suggesting that Damon join the club if the shirt's already a loss. (No one's going to object to Damon going around shirtless. Just saying.)

"You're not the only one who thinks so. Faith is not far behind me. I've rarely seen her this happy." Again, he says nothing about himself, but if he weren't enjoying it, he wouldn't seem so relaxed. So content to be bandying about covered in gore.

Hiding. Silence is a key component.

If Damon weren't trying to pass as human in the eyes of the general populace-- and how Godric knew still bothers him; he can't sense other vampires, but maybe that's just another secret Katherine took with her when she left them behind-- he might do it. But humans don't strip down to kill without gathering notice, and there's a reason he's stopping to wash off his hands every so often.

"If they didn't taste so disgusting, it would be perfect." His mouth curls in a moue of disgust, remembering the taste of them. Licking his hand earlier proved an ill thought out choice; the Extras taste like cardboard normally but in this state they taste like little more than rot and death, the human version of curdled milk.

Godric's pleasure with the situation is obvious, but for once Damon won't poke at it. The small smile is enough to satisfy his need to see Godric react to him for now.

A shoe store.

[ SHE'S AWARE OF THE IRONY Y. ]

Edited 2011-02-19 04:20 (UTC)

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