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A. The Curious Incident of the Vampire in the Nighttime

While he's only been in London for a very short time, Liam's more than willing to get involved in the local nightlife. And of course, he has the face and the looks to get into any nightclub he pleases, with as little as a bright smile and a wink. He doesn't stick to Islington territory, either--Liam's checking out clubs in any district he pleases, even being so bold as to look into clubs in Hillingdon and the werewolve's territories, which is where he is now, watching the people dancing from the bar with an intense look of amusement...and not a little bit of hunger.


B. We don't Want no Education

Of course, when Liam's not out clubbing, he goes poking around the colleges and libraries in Islington proper. He doesn't have a library card, of course, but he seems to come and go with books as he pleases anyway...the poor librarian's been mindwiped so many times this week she's starting to get a little batty, but the books are always returned in perfect condition, save some of the books particularly Irish and Gaelic folklore, that have had a great deal of complaints and corrections made in the margins.

The book vandal himself can be caught in the early evenings, checking his phone for a list of books to take out that night.


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"...You don't look fine. Fatigue is very serious, I'm told!" Liam pouts a little, turning up the charming concern just a bit.

Like a tomb, he says? What an odd way to look at it. It made Liam curious, shifting the books he was carrying under one arm. Interesting people were the most fun, be they human, fae, or weird wereskeleton, or something.

"Been in a lot of tombs, then?"

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Faust smiled. What a kind, considerate young man. So unlike the seething rabble of the rest of today's youth.

"Oh, no, certainly not! Except perhaps the type open to public tours." He laughed. Maybe ten or so years ago, this laugh would have been warm, friendly, full of life. Now, it sounded slightly dusty, like maybe his original laugh had crawled off somewhere and died.

"They're very strict about that kind of thing, you know." He lowered his voice conspiratorially, like obviously Liam could relate, Liam would know. Liam probably spent like all his Friday nights hanging around mausoleums. It was what all the cool kids were into.

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Look, just because he was undead didn't make anywhere he slept a mausoleum!

"It's not against the rules unless you get caught." Liam laughed a little himself, a bright, bell-like sound that suited such a pretty face. It really was a shame his looks didn't match his personality at all.

"I didn't catch your name, Mister...?"

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There was nothing wrong with mausoleums, okay.

"Faust," he said with a smile. He reached into the pocket of his lab coat and brought out a business card with a simplistic, economical design to it. It advertised a medical clinic and listed his name as a Dr. Johann Faust.

"I'm so glad I ordered more of these. There was an unfortunate accident with my old printer, but these new ones are just wonderful." The question, perhaps, was what kind of accident it had been.

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"Liam O'Ryan. I don't have any fancy cards, unfortunately." He takes the card happily, looking it over before pocketing it. Well, a doctor was always a good friend to have, in a pinch.

"They're lovely cards. It's a shame to hear about that accident, though." Everything is telling him this man isn't your average doctor. Common sense, common instinct, even the smell of him. There's something more...interesting, about this one.

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Wow. Wow. What an oppressively Irish name. "Yes," said Faust, growing a little more distant now as he seemed to be recalling the particular of this terrible and no doubt gruesome accident that probably involvd someone losing their hand and getting a hook arm replacement. "It was very unfortunate. But I'm sure they'll be back on their feet... one day."

Why did that sound so ominous.

He brightened. "Were you about to borrow some books?"

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"Oh, yes." He looks down at the ones in his arms, momentarily surprised to see them there. Right, he was here for books, not terribly interesting, mildly morbid blondes (what was with him and blondes lately?).

"These are for a friend, actually! He wasn't feeling very well, so I came to find some books for him."

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"How kind of you," said Faust, beaming and being super blond. And morbid.

"I'm sure he's happy to have such a loyal friend. It's not something grotesque, is it?" Well, that was a shift in conversation.

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"...He's very pretty?" Liam, no, we're pretty sure he meant the books. Or the illness. He just sort of blinks for a moment until his brain catches up to the rest of him.

"Oh! No, no, it's just a hangover."

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"Ah, what a relief!" Pretty, though -- that was an odd way to describe one's friend. Faust wondered vaguely if this hungover young man was a bit more than a friend, in fact.

"I have a wonderful hangover cure, by the way. Works every time. All you need is..." A dead man's fingernails, he was about to say. Whoops, better not to give something like that away.