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TDM #1 - The Vengeful Forest

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Pumpkin Hollow Gazette

6/7/23 | TDM #1: "The Vengeful Forest"
Content Warnings: body horror mentioned, article 2

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A typical view from Jack's Marina

FIRST NEW ARRIVALS IN HALF-DECADE: MORE TO FOLLOW?

By Yorick Aberdeen

TAWNY BEACH - Big news at Jack’s Marina--- for the first time in roughly five years, the Marrow Isle Port Authority has reported a new arrival by ferry. And it’s not just one person.

Since the advent of the Barrier that has plagued our fair island for the past 5 years, no transport vessels have been logged for departure or arrival by the Port Authority. And for good reason! Any boat that attempted to make the journey beyond the blackened waters surrounding the island has met with a terrible fate ranging from property destruction to untimely demise. While said casualties don’t quite carry the sting they used to, the situation has obviously proven less than ideal for those looking to leave and ultimately halted the mass exodus from Pumpkin Hollow indefinitely.

Today, for the first time since the formation of the Barrier, we are seeing brand new faces arrive at the docks. All of them have been somewhat disoriented and some have claimed to be from locations that do not exist in our world. We approached one of these new arrivals, Milo Fields, for comment on his experience.

“A lady in an office told me I was dead and then I woke up on a boat,” Fields, 26, was quoted as stating on the matter. Succinct and fascinating, indeed! It would seem that for once, our island’s propensity for supernatural oddities has brought us something that we can be hopeful about. More on this as it develops.

‘CREEPY LITTLE TREES’ SEEN IN TOWN

By Yorick Aberdeen

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Artist rendition of a "Brutok".

NORTHWEST HOLLOW (Prague Mills) - This morning Town Hall received a report from the road by the lumber mill, which leads out to Crane’s Ridge, that there have been more sightings of the “tiny tree people” that have been appearing around Lockwood Forest. Over the past few weeks there have been multiple sightings of short-statured creatures with gnarled limbs, bark complexions, and leaf-shaped masks moving about among the trees. There have also been several reports claiming that they have been in town. These reports are particularly prominent in areas toward the outskirts of the forest such as the aforementioned Prague Mills.

However, movement is not the only activity people claim to have seen. Many of these sightings detail more insidious behaviors such as mean-spirited practical jokes, theft, and attempted kidnapping.

The Pumpkin Hollow Gazette reached out to local historian and town council member Dahlia Leeds for any insight on these creatures from her research.

“These creatures appear to be Brutoks,” Leeds, 23, concluded in her interview with us on Tuesday evening. “They’re angry woodland spirits known to appear in cursed forests, much like our own.”

Ms. Leeds went on to issue a number of safety warnings for residents. According to her research, these Brutoks often move in groups and will lock on to woodland travelers who make eye contact with them. Their eyes are not visible so this can be done by accident quite easily if one spends too much time staring into trees. If Brutoks attach themselves to you, they will follow you home, proceeding to destroy your property, hide your personal items, attempt to cause you bodily harm, tear up your garden, and eventually spirit you away to the woods. Victims of these kidnappings will be “planted” in the woods by the Brutoks and spend the next several hours enduring the deeply unpleasant process of being turned into a tree, ultimately killing the individual. A gruesome affair.

There are several ways to dispel a Brutok invasion before it escalates to kidnapping. Ms. Leeds recommends observing their behavior for clues and keeping an eye out for puzzles set by the creatures while outside, though there may be other solutions. If you are unable to dispel them, it is possible to fight them off with brute force. Those walking in or near the woods are advised to keep their eyes on the trail but listen carefully for sounds of distress and be prepared to intervene. Should you encounter any trees that look like people, Ms. Leeds has also cited the unfortunate need to burn the unsettling foliage in order to release the spirit of the victim so that they can regenerate as usual.

As always, the sharing of information and community vigilance are imperative in warding off this new threat. Please share any information you have on the message boards at town hall or with your neighbors, and consider reaching out to Ms. Leeds or any other respected community figure if you find yourself in a bind. Keep your lanterns lit, Pumpkin Hollow. We’re in for quite the summer.

CUCUMBER FESTIVAL CANCELED DUE TO UNFORTUNATE TURNIP HEX; REPLACED WITH POTLUCK

By Yorick Aberdeen

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They haunt my dinner plate and my dreams.

DOWNTOWN (Temple of Sacred Roots) - In lighter news, a solution has been found to the much-loathed Turnip Hex debacle.

As most residents of Pumpkin Hollow are aware, earlier in spring a crop hex was placed on the island by an unidentified witch that turned all ground crops sown at the time into turnips. While this is not as bad as it could be, it has resulted in mounds upon mounds of turnips and a complete lack of other crops until later harvests. The witch who cast this hex is still at large.

An unfortunate side effect of the hex has been that the beloved and highly anticipated Cucumber Festival, which normally takes place in early June, had to be canceled due to a lack of cucumbers. This has earned the ire of a great many residents who have cited the festival as “their last source of a modicum of joy on this goddess-forsaken island”, among other more colorful statements.

Reverend Degas Clayton of the Temple of Sacred Roots of our Four Earthly Mothers has proposed an alternative to the festival. While not nearly as exciting, Clayton, 57, believes that a turnip potluck is still a great community-building exercise and excuse for a social gathering. He encourages attendees to find the most inventive ways they can think of to cook up excess turnips and present their dishes on the temple lawn during the party. “The sooner we eat the blasted things, the sooner we’ll no longer have to look at them anymore,” said Mayor Poe in her endorsement of the event. It would appear she plans to be in attendance.

To participate, please bring an appropriate dish to the Temple of Sacred Roots on Friday at noon. The party will run until sundown and wine will be provided, which may improve the taste of the turnips. New residents are encouraged to attend even if they are not able to provide a dish so that they can meet their local community and learn more about the church.

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[personal profile] prise_de_fer 2023-06-26 01:22 am (UTC)(link)
Mo'rtajha repeats a few new words quietly, rolling them around on her tongue to try them on for size. All the while she tries to imagine all these different people of the same kind, but can't seem to wrap her head around it.

"Ah, I...hmm. It seems the Vastaya are a varied people, indeed." her ear flicks a bit, betraying her indecision. But at mention of her tribe, Mo'rtajha is struck with the same wistful expression.

"I miss them already. My sisters made sure that every day was filled with fellowship and noise of some kind. My mothers tried to keep us all in line, but that would be a job unto itself and they didn't always have time for it!" A laugh bubbles out of her at the thought. "What of you? Do you have others such as yourself?"
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Maneet Pashan || OC || OTA

[personal profile] red_and_gold 2023-06-26 02:02 am (UTC)(link)
[Arrival/Brutoks]

The first thing Maneet did when she arrived was buy an umbrella. The sunlight wouldn't kill her outright, but it wasn't comfortable on her eyes or her skin. Would she get some weird looks walking around in broad daylight with an umbrella while no clouds were in sight? Sure. But she was used to that. What she wasn't used to was this stupid outfit.

Well, there are worse things. Like whatever's in that forest.

Maneet was content to spend some time wandering around during the day, getting the lay of the land. But as the sun descended, the Brutoks ceased to be limited to the forests. With her sharp senses, Maneet could feel their hollow little eyes following her through the town. It was no wonder the townspeople had warned everyone to stay in after dark. Hopefully the little things didn't decide to close in on her... If only she could remember the way back to that tavern.

Man, when she got home, this was going to make a hell of a movie plot.
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[personal profile] woocas 2023-06-26 02:05 am (UTC)(link)
"That's a good way of looking at things though." Lucas is definitely no stranger to laughing off some truly bizarre happenings.

"I've been looking into the little buggers, actually. Trying to figure out what makes them tick or at least to go away. Maybe something's out there that sparked this whole invasion in the first place."

Or maybe there wasn't! That's half of his job in a nutshell really. "I just miss having the resources I did back home but...eh? Settling okay. I'm just down the road from here, actually. So I'll pop by, if that's okay?"

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[personal profile] echoablaze 2023-06-26 02:40 am (UTC)(link)
Andy nods, acknowledging the full plate of food that she probably won't be able to finish. "Yeah, I'd better get to work on this before I change my mind," she laughs, "but I appreciate the warm welcome, Degas. I'm sure I'll be seeing you around!"
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[personal profile] echoablaze 2023-06-26 02:44 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, I haven't yet...but I must say this whole thing is really drawing me in. Despite the obvious danger, I'd love to catch a glimpse of one." Andy shakes her head. "That probably makes me sound ridiculous."
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[personal profile] raisedbyfoxes 2023-06-26 03:47 am (UTC)(link)
"Much of it was guiding people through the forests of Ionia, or protecting travelers from certain dangers, like monsters or invading soldiers," Ahri offers, still looking uncertain. "I am not yet familiar enough with the wilds of this place to act as a guide, and I do not know the dangers well enough to be an adequate protector."

Though she has helped a few people with the Brutok so far, and that had been easy enough. Perhaps... this town has need of fighters? But there's no telling how often dangers like the Brutok crop up.
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[personal profile] lickstheevidence 2023-06-26 03:49 am (UTC)(link)
His eyes light up as he listens, because the club she's describing, while maybe not something he would have considered looking into back in Detroit, sounds really fun and interesting here in his new home. And it would be a great way to feel like part of the community, wouldn't it?

"I would love to be around for it, Dahlia. When is the next meeting?"
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Kurt Wagner | Marvel Comics

[personal profile] bluemisfit 2023-06-26 04:43 am (UTC)(link)
.||. arrival .||.

Obediently enough, Kurt followed Yorick to the Town Hall and took the map he was given, listening patiently and seldom interjecting - normally he would be more talkative, but he was still feeling confused and anxious about his encounter on the boat, the white-haired woman, and his arrival here. He did manage to inquire about other recent arrivals, but didn't get much information other than that there had been some.

Stepping out of the building and back onto the streets, he found himself back by the docks, looking for familiar faces. In all of their travels through alternate Earths, his team - Excalibur - had always ended up more or less together, and he had hoped somehow that would still be the case despite what he'd been told on the way here. Not that he wanted them to be dead, or not-quite dead, or whatever was going on here, but he very much did not want to be alone and separated from his team.

Finally, he felt he had no choice and approached a stranger at random, holding up one hand as if to say 'I come in peace' as he stepped towards them - he knew his appearance could be intimidating, to say the least, and wanted to make a good impression - asking, "Excuse me, have you by any chance seen a group of other newcomers here? A man, and three women perhaps?"


.||. little trees .||.

Somehow, the news that there were angry, spiteful little tree spirits tormenting the people of the town Kurt had very recently become a resident of felt very in keeping with the whole bizarre place, and having long since learned to take the peculiarities of other worlds in stride, Kurt decided to see this as more of an opportunity to help out than anything else. And so, into the woods he went, though he tried to be smart about his approach - the Brutoks seemed to be ground-dwelling folk, so he made his way through the tree branches, 'porting as necessary when the distance between trees was too great for him to jump, though that didn't happen very often.

He stopped when he heard the sounds of someone [in distress / in a fight - your choice!], getting closer to get a look at what was going on before flipping down to the ground level. "Need some assistance?" He asked, with a self-assured smile. This was a much more familiar circumstance to find himself in than he'd managed since arriving here, and the routine was comforting as much as it was, as always, a bit exciting.
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General

[personal profile] bluemisfit 2023-06-26 04:59 am (UTC)(link)
Kurt was still reeling from the information he had gotten so far, but the young woman's question brought him back down to Earth - or wherever this was - in an entirely different way. With a weak smile that betrayed his anxiety, he said, "Guten tag. I actually did have a question, if you don't mind - have you seen a group of newcomers by any chance, a big man and three women traveling together?"

He honestly wasn't certain what he wanted the answer to be. If they were here, according to the white-haired woman, they would have died... or almost died. Not that it was unusual for them, but that didn't mean it was desirable. But on the other hand, if they hadn't come, then that meant this was more than just another side trip through alternate Earths, and he was truly alone here. He didn't like either option much, but he felt he had a stronger chance of getting out of this if he weren't alone.
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Little trees!

[personal profile] prise_de_fer 2023-06-26 02:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Mo'rtajha didn't like the idea of being out in the woods. For a start, they were very creepy! But they also reminded her of home in a strange way. Well, her second home, temporary as it was. The intimidating forests of the Black Shroud, hiding bandits and fell beasts alike. The woods her mother grew up in and taught her and the rest of their tribe how to survive there after their long years in the desert. That's why she found herself drawn to the woods edge, despite all the warnings the villagers had given and her own run-in with the brutoks before.

Only this time they weren't being mischievous little trap-makers! The little fiends had nabbed the miqo'te while she was inspecting a curious tree full of shiny trinkets and were now dragging her kicking and screaming through the woods. Her longer nails scrabble in the underbrush and dirt for purchase, tail fur and ear fluff bristled out, her face streaked with mud and tears as she cried out. "Unhand me this instant! Someone! ANYONE! HELP ME! I don't want to be a tree!!"

She wasn't expecting anyone to be out the woods, so the sudden appearance of a blue man caused a new round of shrieking! "AIEEEEE! HELP M-ME!!!"
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Arrival

[personal profile] preacher_in_reticence 2023-06-26 02:33 pm (UTC)(link)
New arrivals had been trickling in, slow but steady. So word of another isn't so strange to Degas now, but he had heard plenty of whispers that this stranger was more curious than most. On his morning stroll, the preacher is about to find out way firsthand.

Admittedly, Degas startles when approached. A step taken back as he considers the odd blue creature - man? - before him. The way he spoke belied caution, and Degas knew he would be remiss without at least addressing the question. So he straightens up but doesn't close the distance between them just yet, smoothing down the fabric of his vest. "Ah...forgive me. You caught me in my morning ruminations. A man and three women, you say? New arrivals such as yourself I presume?"
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[personal profile] woocas 2023-06-26 02:45 pm (UTC)(link)
The hour is late now as Lucas steps out into the darkening streets. He's lost track of time in the office, just like back home, and the moment his foot hits cobblestone the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. Eyes in the dark. The brutok sure are making the presence felt.

Fumbling with his lantern Lucas decides the best course of action might be to book it to the inn for the night. Sure, he has his little place on the outskirts of town, but he's rather not end up in the woods as a tree. Not even for science's sake.

He is surprised to see someone else out, though. The streets were otherwise empty. He gives a friendly wave before approaching, "Hey there! Probably not the best idea to be out this late. You need a walking buddy?"
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[personal profile] needmetodoanyattacking 2023-06-26 05:18 pm (UTC)(link)
That is--definitely a cat girl. Fangs and all. Bugger.

Outwardly unfazed, Ianto shakes his head, offering her his hand. "Cook? No, but I do a bit of cooking. That there's my mam's recipe--Ianto Jones, pleasure."
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[personal profile] needmetodoanyattacking 2023-06-26 05:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Ianto opened his mouth, then closed it to avoid speaking the obvious: a door opens to grant access to a room, and hers appeared to be doing precisely that. He didn't need to deal with alien nonsense on a daily basis to deal with that particular brand of puzzlement. He did, after all, manage one Jack Harkness on a daily basis: the man who couldn't figure out anything more complicated in terms of communication than a flip phone.

Plus, holding one's tongue can often produce results, and this did. To anyone else, the explanation would still be mostly nonsense, but Ianto was well familiar with the Torchwood archive, and had done his fair share of reading on the Doctor and his TARDIS back at One.

So he's now peering at the door much the same way she is--less puzzled, more introspective.

"This whole place seems to be working off of a technological level that can best be described as 'steampunk' at its most advanced." he pointed out pragmatically, glancing at the young woman again. "Are you using a specific device? Or trying to access your ship?"

Because that's the obvious explanation, of course--alien girl with alien tech, or future girl with future tech. Nothing Ianto hasn't seen before.
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Brutoks

[personal profile] needmetodoanyattacking 2023-06-26 05:41 pm (UTC)(link)
"Begging your pardon, ma'am!"

The polite apology comes quickly, and nearly cut off with a grunt as a young man comes dashing towards her, swinging a heavy tree branch--and sending one of those creatures from the forest flying through the air to land about four feet away with an unceremonious thud.

"Sorry about that--these little tossers are quick, and they're nasty." Ianto explains, watching with a sharp eye as the creature starts to scuttle towards them again. Ianto raises the branch again, exuding black menace from every pore.

The Brutok hesitates...then scuttles off. Abruptly, the armed Welshman is unassuming and quiet again as he turns to face the woman with the umbrella, hardly giving it much attention. Rather, he's focused on dusting off his hand, then offering it to her politely.

"Ianto Jones, pleasure to make your acquaintance."
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Re: Arrival

[personal profile] bluemisfit 2023-06-26 06:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Honestly, Kurt is just glad for a response - it gives him somewhat more hope than he'd had before. Lowering his hand, he says, "Yes, they would be. A big man in a costume - red, blue and white - and one of them is just a girl, only sixteen." Kitty would be so angry with him if she heard him call her "only" sixteen. "I'm not sure if they would have arrived together or not. Their names are Brian, Meggan, Rachel and Kitty. Thank you- for your time, I appreciate it."
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Re: Little trees!

[personal profile] bluemisfit 2023-06-26 07:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Kurt knew he needed to act quickly here, and without his swords - he really did need to look into some kind of weapon eventually - he was at a distinct disadvantage against such a number of the little tree people. But that hardly meant he couldn't help.

It was mostly a matter of getting them to unhand the girl they were carrying. Saying "Let her go!" wasn't enough to force them to do so, but it gave them a little warning before his foot slammed into one of their faces - or at least, what Kurt was pretty sure was their face. Once he'd gotten enough of their grubby little hands off of the girl, he grabbed her by the arm and, with a very quick "sorry about this," teleported with her away from the group of brutoks and into a tree a short ways back from there in the direction that he came from. He kept a firm hold on her arm to make sure she didn't fall, being suddenly higher up and on a relatively narrow perch, especially with how disorienting his teleportation can be.

"Are you alright?" he asked, once he finished scanning the undergrowth to make sure the brutoks hadn't somehow figured out what direction they'd gone.
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[personal profile] thethirteenthchild 2023-06-26 11:41 pm (UTC)(link)
"July 16th! I'm going to put up a flier about it in the town square. There'll be food--- if you figure out that you can eat food, we'll have sandwiches there too." She was clearly quite enthusiastic about this club of hers. "It's fairly small right now, but we always could use more insightful people."
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[personal profile] thethirteenthchild 2023-06-27 12:26 am (UTC)(link)
Dahlia blinked at the question, tilting her head in thought. "I've seen a lot of newcomers over the past few weeks," she admitted. "Almost none of them seemed to be together as far as I can tell. If the people you're looking for are here... I haven't seen them. I'm sorry."

Her eyes drifted to his inhuman features with... perhaps a modicum of concern, which was understandable given the island's paranormal history, but mostly she just seemed curious. She politely moved her gaze back to his face after a moment, though, withholding her questions.
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[personal profile] lickstheevidence 2023-06-27 12:35 am (UTC)(link)
"I'll be looking for the flier, but thank you for letting me know in advance." He's amused thinking that it's almost like getting inside information. He'll have to figure out sooner rather than later about the food. A little experimentation at the tavern is made into a bullet point on his HUD.

"I'll have to do my best not to let you down. Looks like I'll be visiting the library to do some research before the 16th." Another bullet point. For such a small town, it was shaping up to make his life busy, and he welcomes it.
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[personal profile] bluemisfit 2023-06-27 12:44 am (UTC)(link)
The reply didn't surprise Kurt, but it still saddened him. He had already had a feeling that he would have found the others if they were here. Maybe it was for the better that his teammates - his friends - weren't, but it did make him feel awfully lonely, and it had been some time since he had been so totally alone, particularly in such a strange place.

At least there were still kind and helpful people here, though, and that gave him some heart. He even managed a somewhat sad smile as he replied to Dahlia, "Thank you for letting me know. Would it be alright if I came back another day to see if they might have been delayed somehow?" Realizing he hadn't even introduced himself, he added, "My name is Kurt Wagner."
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[personal profile] red_and_gold 2023-06-27 02:34 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh--- Jeez, you spooked me," she said, laughing lightly. She should have been able to hear or even smell him coming. But the trees had been holding all of her attention.

"Since you're here, yeah, I could. I'm actually a bit lost. I just got here today and was trying to learn my way around but didn't quite hack it before dark. I'm trying to get to the tavern."
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[personal profile] red_and_gold 2023-06-27 02:45 am (UTC)(link)
"Wha---"

As a man she doesn't know comes barrelling toward her with a weapon, every instinct in her screams at her to grab the branch, wrench it from his hands, and cut him down with it. And she would have--- had he actually attacked her. Instead, she watches stiffly as he passes her and smacks the everloving fuck out of a Brutok like it's the headlights of a cheating ex's car. She clears her throat, fight or flight disengaging. There's a moment of awkwardness as they both shift from gears from ruthless killer to polite company, and she takes his hand to shake it.

"Thanks! For the help, I mean. Maneet Pashan. Pleasure's mine."
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[personal profile] raisedbyfoxes 2023-06-27 09:22 am (UTC)(link)
As Mo'rtajha's expression turns wistful, Ahri can feel the flicker of happy memories through her -- to her empathic senses, Mo'rtajha is golden right then, a gentle glow of happiness as she recalls her loving family. Ahri feels warm just being near that glow.

"No. The only family I have ever known is the snow foxes I lived with as a child. I thought I was one of them for the longest time."

The sadness in her voice isn't immediate and trembling; it's worn and old, a familiar ache that doesn't trouble her much to speak of. She's recently come to terms with it a little more after learning more about her people, but it doesn't mean it doesn't still hurt.

"As far as I know, I am the last of my kind." Ahri takes a sip of her tea, thoughtful. "But even thought I have no family to miss, I do already miss the land I lived in. Pumpkin Hollow is very different."
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[personal profile] stakesfordays 2023-06-27 06:39 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well, when you can't reach the person in charge? It's always good to leave a message." Cameron replies with a good-natured wink, absently shaking his hand to work out the throbbing. Definitely a few bruises, he can see that as he pauses to peer at it. Nothing broken, though it's going to look terrible come morning.

Lifting his gaze back to the man in front of him, Cameron offers his good hand to shake, taking the man's measure. Moderately sized, somewhat unremarkable, closed mouth smile. Doesn't mean anything, but it's a common habit among dead vampires--the living can hide their fangs, the dead can't. And dead vampires turn out to be troublemakers more often than living vampires--statistically speaking.

Cameron, however, doesn't trust statistics. If he did, he'd be no better than his family, so he reserves judgment.

"Cameron Abraham, good to know ya."

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