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[daryld]

[A man is backing into the room, a crossbow out and ready to shoot at a second's notice - so better not to creep up on him. Thinking he hears a noise, he whirls around, confused.]

What...? Where the hell am I?

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[nolongerhollow]

[Franklin Mott supplied him with a nice stack of vampire oriented magazines from his last trip home, and so Dracula is sitting in a cozy armchair reading a copy of Supernatural Weekly when the new guy shows up.]

[He lowers the magazine and blinks at him, then sets it aside when he takes in the man's appearance and manner.]

You're in a place between worlds. Were you in a war?

[daryld]

You could say that...

[He gives the other a wary look.]

Who're you?

[nolongerhollow]

Call me D. No cause for concern, I'm only dangerous to my enemies. No one came in with you. Strange smell when you arrived, though.

[A bit like rotting human meat.]

There's a shower room and a kitchen here if you are in need.

[daryld]

[He wrinkles his nose.]

Are you sayin' that I stink?

[nolongerhollow]

[A snort. The answer is "yes" but he does his bit to be more diplomatic.] All I know that after a big fight a shower and a full stomach are about all I can think of.

[daryld]

Y'get into many fights yerself?

[nolongerhollow]

Yes, I'm afraid so. I've always been a fighter, though the cause was somewhat dubious for a while there.

Do you mind if I ask who the enemy is?

[daryld]

Walkers - dead people comin' back to life.

[nolongerhollow]

Revenants? Ugh, they can become a scourge very quickly. And they spread disease. No wonder you came in with such a wary expression.

[daryld]

More than disease. You become one of 'em and start eatin' everybody if they bite you.

.... And even if they don't.

[He makes a face.]

Guess I smell like death and guts right now. Where's that shower again?

[And some clean clothes.]

[nolongerhollow]

That's even more horrid than the ones from my world.

Oh yes, here...down the hall, first door on the left. [He points.] The Endless Closet is right next to it. Most of the clothes are a bit odd, however.

[daryld]

Bit odd how?

[nolongerhollow]

[He stands up, sets aside his magazine and heads down the hall, pulling aside the sliding door to the Closet. It looks like a gruesome crash between two trucks carrying Levis and bizarre stage clothes.]

Like so.

[buriesthebones]

[Isaac sees the crossbow, and panics. Crossbows are a popular weapon among werewolf hunters, and in the circumstances, he decides it's best to hide. A loud clatter can be heard as Isaac dives behind a desk. Okay, maybe he should have been a little more careful, but, well...crossbow. The noise makes the man whirl around and ask where he is. Deciding to venture an answer, maybe this guy wasn't from his world after all, he said,]

We're in a nexus between worlds.

[daryld]

What? What are you hiding for?

[His voice is demanding and nervous, the crossbow pointed toward the voice.]

[buriesthebones]

You're waving a crossbow around!

[daryld]

That's because...

[He pauses.]

Well you ain't no walker since you're talkin'.... so come on out.

[He lowers the crossbow.]

[buriesthebones]

[Isaac comes out, slowly and cautiously, but he still comes out.]

A walker?

[daryld]

Uh. Zombies would be the common name for them, I guess.

[buriesthebones]

We don't have zombies where I'm from. I think. I hope.

[daryld]

You'd better hope you don't. Everyone's better off without them.

[buriesthebones]

You know, I was able to figure that much out on my own.

[daryld]

Yeah, well...

[He eyes the other man.]

So what's your deal? What are you doing here?

[buriesthebones]

[He shrugs.]

Dunno. I'm just here, same as you.

[daryld]

Seems a bit weird. I was just in the woods and I turn around and... here.

That happen to you too?