"I'm telling you! That's the Scott Goldsmith!"
"As much as I generally dislike agreeing with Avid of all people." The doctor shoots him a glare and then pinches the bridge of his nose. "I believe that is indeed the Scott Goldsmith."
"But how?! Scott was a vampire and that Scott is... not." Shelby purses her lips, staring at Scott's back from where the group hides.
"He is from a time even further back than I am. There were greator magicks back then. It's possible he was cursed- or even cured." Legundo's tone darkens. A potential cure would be bad news for all of them.
"The last anyone heard of him was from 600 years ago... if he's human then how could he have lived that long?"
Avid leans in beside Drift, whispering. "It was reincarnation."
"That be a bold accusation, laddie..."
"Ohhh my god, not this again." Cleo tugs Pearl away from the circle, rolling her eyes.
"It's true! Somebody- Somebody staked him or- or found some other way to kill him! And then he was reincarnated as a human! Just look at him!" Avid points, whisper yelling. The poor noble is staring up at his and Shelby's house, hands on his hips and trying to figure out where life went wrong. "He clearly doesn't have the... the life experience of anyone over a few decades!"
"Avid, I'm telling you. Reincarnation does not exist."
"No, no... I've read about this kind of thing. People die and they're said to have come back years later. I've only read about it happening to humans though, not vampires..." Sausage taps his lip with his pen, staring at his notes in deep thought.
"Just to put it out there... I don't believe in reincarnation, especially not for vampires. When we die there's no good thing waiting for us. We're unholy creatures of the night. The only thing for us after this is..."
"Hell." Owen mumbles off the way, finishing the scholar's thought. He's been staring at the ground this whole time, brooding, one might say. "It's likely some asinine curse like Legundo said. Elder vampires are tricky. I wouldn't put it past Goldsmith to be fooling all of us."
Martyn snorts. "With a beating heart? Flowing blood? No fangs, no claws? Sure, right. He's fooling us."
"He's pale enough to be a vampire at least..." Apo mumbles.
"See. Fools." Owen huffs, meeting the doctor's eye and then stepping away.
"Well." Pyro puffs out his chest and dusts off his coat. "You all can continue fighting over if he's the real Scott Goldsmith. I'm going to go get me a new fledgling."
"Wha- Hey! You can't do that! I figured out who he was first!"
Pyro towers over Avid, baring his fangs. "I think I can do whatever I want."
"Guys, guys, look... Maybe we can figure this out without tearing each other apart?" Drift squeezes in between the two, pushing them back. "Tensions are already going to be high with all of us stuck here. And there's only so many animals..."
"Oh! I have an idea!" Shelby puts her hands on her hips. "How about whoever can convince him to let them be his sire, gets him as their fledgling?"
"I'm sure I can think of some... ways to convince him." Sausage wiggles his eyebrows. Pyro stares at him in distaste.
"Until we can come to an agreement on how to best handle this, I believe it necessary we keep our vampirism a secret around Scott. If the human finds out he's trapped with 13 vampires, I do not think it would be good for his... mental state. Hysteric humans are dangerous."
"Mostly to themselves..." Everyone's attention darts to Shelby as she worries at her lip with a fang. She tastes blood and laughs apologetically. "Whoops." Yet she meets their stares with a challenge.
"You continue on with your yapping, I'm going to go talk to the fella!" Martyn takes one marching step only to freeze.
Abolish is already in deep conversation with Scott whose nodding along in agreement to something.
"If you all really want that fledgling so bad, you should hurry up." Apo smirks. Pyro and Martyn rush over to the noble, butting shoulders and hissing back and forth all the way only to act completely normal once they reach the conversation.