#bliight

The occasion was just ramping up for the night as guests filtered into the castle through the grand doors. The emperor hung out by a pillar, quietly observing passerby from behind his physical mask. It took Belos a moment to recognize the witch hovering around the drinks table, almost not noticing her due to the lack of the trademark green hair. Still, he could spot a Blight anywhere, given the family's unique contributions to his arsenal.

He pondered his next steps. If the rumors that got back to his fortress were true, this was the Blight that had stirred up a few issues for him, if by association with the human that had come to be troublesome. Still, it payed to play his cards well. He felt there was no need for animosity, at least not unprompted. The wooden staff in his hand was a reminder of the precariousness of his situation.

"I was not aware there were other witches here," Belos remarked politely, voice barely rising above the clamor of the crowd as he walked up behind Amity. "I hope you are faring well here."

As far as Van Helsing was concerned, there was little time to waste; he had to hit the ground running if he wanted to figure out where the hell he was and how he ended up here.  He was befuddled by the ‘smart-fone’ he’d been given upon his apparent arrival, and the far more advanced technology was giving him a headache.  If everyone in London thought the Neo-Steam Engine was incredible, they’d absolute lose themselves seeing some of the things he was walking past right now.

After an hour or so of somewhat aimless wandering, he came upon a library that almost seemed to materialize in front of him.  Ignoring that -- a library was perfectly normal and something he could wrap his head around.  Perhaps he could find a history book or something similar that he could use to at least get his bearings.

Naturally, his hopes were quickly dashed as he opened book after book to find, well, nothing that he particularly cared about.  Half the texts were too illegible to even make out more than a few words, and the things he could read appeared to be about ‘magic’ -- essentially, nothing of use to him.  Van sighed as he snapped another book shut.  Out of the corner of his eye he saw a young teenager diligently studying one book out of a massive pile she had gathered on the table she was sitting at.  Perhaps she would have a clue where he could find something even mildly useful.  He walked up next to her and spoke with zero preamble.

AUGUSTUS TAUGHT ME A HUMAN SWEAR PHRASE… WHAT. THE. FRICK.

Willow looked up from what she was doing to see the tea Amity was offering.

Amity: I think my favorite Human Music band is ‘Disturbance At The Dancing Place’.

Hunter: ...You mean ‘Panic! At The Disco’?

Three days had been long enough, hearing that awful punk music through the walls, that was.  It was by no means early morning now, but whoever this troubled soul was, certainly needed his help if they were listening to this garbage in broad daylight.  Without much pomp or circumstance, the man dragged himself to his neighbor’s front doorstep, firmly knocking against the door with his knuckle.

@bliight​

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