[ Visual | Location: Heading into Wilde ]

[faderbroderson]

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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"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."

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[faderbroderson]

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.

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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.