[She's about halfway through sussing out just how the fae light spells are crafted when she starts to sense the approach of a few partygoers — three of them, in total, all young, two fanged. There's nothing about the way that they draw near that's inherently predatory, but there's still always something about partygoers that advance in groups on a single individual that lends itself to the feeling of a group of sharks moving in on blood in the water.
They're presumably harmless, though all of them carry a drink in their hands, and she notices with some curiosity that one's glass is filled with liquid the color of champagne, while another has something similarly bubbly but with more of a pink-rose tint to it.
You're her, aren't you? The human Speaker, the one with the rosé remarks pleasantly.]
Why, yes. Mm, but I think you are a step ahead of me, may I have the courtesy of your names?
[They introduce themselves, one by one — Richard and Walter and Charles — and they engage her in idle chatter for a few minutes before eventually, Walter remarks, gosh, what lugs we are, taking up the time of a pretty belle without even handing her a drink —
And she can't actually tell if it's coordinated or not, but she suspects that it is, or at least something they've done in practice before, because a little too quickly Charles has a glass of that rosé in his hand and is pressing it toward her, and all of a sudden she wants to look for Alucard, but she knows better than to take her eyes off of a cluster of sharks.]
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They're presumably harmless, though all of them carry a drink in their hands, and she notices with some curiosity that one's glass is filled with liquid the color of champagne, while another has something similarly bubbly but with more of a pink-rose tint to it.
You're her, aren't you? The human Speaker, the one with the rosé remarks pleasantly.]
Why, yes. Mm, but I think you are a step ahead of me, may I have the courtesy of your names?
[They introduce themselves, one by one — Richard and Walter and Charles — and they engage her in idle chatter for a few minutes before eventually, Walter remarks, gosh, what lugs we are, taking up the time of a pretty belle without even handing her a drink —
And she can't actually tell if it's coordinated or not, but she suspects that it is, or at least something they've done in practice before, because a little too quickly Charles has a glass of that rosé in his hand and is pressing it toward her, and all of a sudden she wants to look for Alucard, but she knows better than to take her eyes off of a cluster of sharks.]