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Iron, silver, or fire. Fucks with just about anything.

*looks at the three of them* I'm not gonna drop dead just by standing near you, am I?

Iron is the only problem for us, out of those three. [Says the red headed one, the one who is not just armed to the teeth, but visibly. The others have weapons, but are more subtle about it. The black haired sister steps closer, though. Smiling.]

That depends entirely on what you're adverse too, and our mood.

You're lucky. Though... does that mean fire won't burn you? *can't help but grin a little at the weapons - somehow, he felt more at ease around people that were armed, than people that weren't*

Silver and radiation; that's the bare bones of it. *ah, how interesting it is to be a living vampire* I'm hoping the smile is an indication of a good mood. *really, really hoping. If he was a regular undead sort like those in folklore, he wouldn't worry, but having a heartbeat makes him dreadfully aware of just how alive he is*

You must never have learnt much about fair folk, then. [Almost nothing could kill them, you could cut off their heads and they'd still live to talk about it unless it was an iron blade.] Of course if you had I'm not sure you'd wish to be standing there. [they don't talk as one, in fact, the black haired woman is the only one that speaks at the moment, yet there is an air of them all thinking it at once, as if they would all say the same if asked, anyway.]

Eh, I know some, but not a lot. I don't specialize in the Arthurian and Celtic. I know more about Nordic and Greco-Roman. Mostly the latter, as well as Mayan and Aztec. *yes, vamp boy is a nerd*

*smiles softly* Sometimes talking to someone is worth the risk. I don't know a lot, but if I'm right, believe me, I know who you are. Anyone with a decent survival instinct would probably head for the hills right now. I don't have that most of the time.

...That and... I'm having a nerd moment right now. I mean... how many people can say they've talked to you?

That depends on if you mean talked to us and lived or not. [Let alone all the ones who never know for sure who it is. The red haired sister, Macha, eyed him after she spoke.

Finally, after, Babd spoke, all calm and pale, hair white though her face was young.]

it also depends on what reason they wish speak.

Well, I would think the ones that live are the ones that would matter, really.

*tilts his head a little* Well in my case... because I'm curious, and you're interesting to me. I'm sure there's much more to the three of you than just what old myths say.

And what is it you think you know of us, young one?

That depends on what you mean by "know". I cannot claim that I know any truths about you, as I've only just met you. I can only claim that I know of some general hear-say that comes in the form of legend. Essentially that you could walk through a battlefield and armies would fall down dead without having to be touched.

*smiles* I also know that you're people. That you surely have emotions; feel things. Happiness, sadness, joy, regret, love, anger, mercy and wrath... Everyone experiences these things, to some extent.

If you seek to imply that we have human hearts beneath flesh and blood of magic and power... [Begins Macha, with an impressive raise of her eyebrow, her expression otherwise blank or perhaps unamused.]

Then you really have no read enough on what we are, what Sidhe are. [Says Badb.]

Or more, our morality is on a completely different scale and level to that which you would be accustomed too, things that make mortals cry are more often amusements to us. Making mortals cry is often an amusement in itself, really. It is poor choice to presume we are only different colours of the same flock of sheep as everyone else. [finishes Morrigu]

Ah, but I never said you were human. What I am saying is that you have access to similar emotions... not that you experienced them for the same reasons.

For instance, as you said, what makes a mortal cry might make you laugh. You still have laughter. It's just for a different reason.

See what I mean? Similar emotions. Different inspiration for them.

Yes but I believe what we feel emotions for often has people calling us Psychopaths, which I recall being an insult. [Not that Morrigu looks terribly insulted, per se, but she has a very are you going somewhere with this, if so, hurry up look on her face.]

To each their own. The base point is that you do have emotions.

But back to what I know of you... as I said, nothing really. But I would like to.

I don't recall us ever saying we didn't, you seem to have assumed so, or something you read, did. [Of course, there were a whole scale of emotions that could be quite fatal to the unassuming mortals when any of these three were prone to it. Morrigu, at least, had temper enough to humour a while. Macha, however though she remained unchanged, physically, grew tired of such games easily.]

You waste our time. You are naught more than a child and you waste the time of Goddesses, fey, Queens, on your foolishness.

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How is simply talking wasting time? *tilts head slightly* And yeah, I'm a teenager, but I'm also a leader, and I may be immortal myself. I am a vampire, after all.

What makes you think Vampire immortality is even in the same league as fey? And leaders come, leaders go. Leaders often die. Even immortal ones. [Macha would know, the seelie called her Kingslayer, and she had been Queen of Ireland once upon a time.]

I never said it was. And I know that. I have no doubt that I'll die in battle. But if death is the price of ensuring that the future is brighter for the people I lead, then I will lay down my life.

What greater calling can there be in a post apocalyptic hellscape like I live in?

For a vampire, who would know?

The most entertainment we get of late outside of Faerie is from the mortals and that IRA faction, which really isn't as fun as when they used to try to blow up people other than their countrymen. [And even that they haven't been doing much.]

It's not about what you are, but who.

Well, the IRA doesn't have much to do anymore. *headtilt* So... what do you actually do for entertainment?

Kill. Fight. Fuck. Torture. Teach. Pray. Grow. Change. Learn. Help. Sometimes even heal. [They each say a word or two, in no particular order, until the last one:] Rule.

Rule what?

[Morrigu actually laughs, giggles quite girlishly, actually. Amusement making her eyes shine.]

Oh sweetling, you really don't pay so much attention to what we say, do you? Faerie. I am the Queen of the Unseelie Sidhe.

Attention I pay - the terms and all I'm not familiar with. Like I said... I'm more familiar with Greco-Roman. I know little about the Fae. *pause* I'm American and was named after Alexander the Great. You can see where the closeness with the Mediterranean culture comes from, yes?

Can see. Don't care, S'not our concern who you are or where you're from, you're not one of ours which is clear enough before you even speak.

Well of course I'm not Fae. I was human until the bombs. *of course, that doesn't happen for another 5 years - time travel is a lovely little buggered thing*

So... why did you mention iron earlier? Recent run-in with someone that wasn't very agreeable?

No, one of our people. We're carers for those who believe in us, or once did, Irish and Celtic mostly. Mortals.

A city that was disagreeable.

There's a difference between believing and knowing of. The way I see it, all deities are likely real. It's just... *sighs softly* In my time, it seems like nobody really cares about we mortals anymore. *yes, he thinks of himself as mortal - after all, he can die*

Oh? What city?