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[Have Sherry watching him a moment.] Thought you guys you know did a human torch impersonation with that...

[ Michael was just watching curiously. Something seemed off here but he couldn't place it.]

Not any more. I have been...cleansed.

[He quietly speaks a prayer in Romanian...very, very old Romanian. No coughing, no pain in his throat, no smoke coming out of his mouth. This makes his mood visibly improve.]

Really? That's awesome!

[Hey Drac have a hug!]

Hey look at you. Congratulations.

[ Micheal knows some of those words. After all he grew up in a very remote part of Romania.]

You speak the language of my people's history...

Thank you. It was a long time coming. I almost wish I could go back and show some of the people from my past.

[Oh yay hugs. He's very gentle, but generates no more warmth than a large teddy bear.]

I owe many a debt of gratitude for getting me to the point where I could go through with this.

[He chuckles and nods.] I'm a bit of an old timer. I think I am up to knowing four different iterations of the language, plus Old Slavonic.

[His nostrils flare slightly. Hm, that's an odd scent....]

[That's okay she generates enough heat for the two of them and then some yay for her virus]

Glad you had people to lean on for it.

[ Michael could not help but smile a little his hands slipping into his long back coat.] My family is of Petrila just outside of the Carpathians. I've heard the old tongue a few times but to find one whom speaks it so is rare. You must be much older then you show mine friend.

So am I. We should celebrate, the three of us.

Ah, Petrila! I had relatives in that region myself. Do they still make those little apricot pastries?

[He just smiles. His policy has slowly adapted over time; when he meets someone interesting he is honest about himself, and if they react badly he merely edits their memories.]

Oh yes, I'm an old, old man. Call me Vlad.

My mother actually does that for a living, surly my sisters by now. I have not been home since I came abroad to study many years ago.

[ Well at least this one was already one of the undead be it becuase of machine and he had learned to control it for the most part.]

Vlad? Like the great warrior Vlad Țepeș? [ Being born and raised in Romania Dracula was from the horror story most saw, he was a warrior and a hero of Romania. Holding his hand out he smiled in return.] I am Michael Morbius.

Time travel can be tricky, I wouldn't advise it.

We really should. [She grins] How about one of your places, mine still has an unwanted guest that I would rather not invite to the party.

We can do a cook out.

*curiously* I take it that means something to you?

[not impressed]

What am I watching here?

Unwanted guest? That's...troubling.

Oh yes, a barbecue! With beer! I'll have my Duergar dig a pit!

No baker on this soil can make them properly except for a sweet old Romanian immigrant who has a shop in the Bronx. I can barely swallow but a few bites of food, but that's generally the bites I would choose.

Well...yes, actually. It's always nice to be remembered well for once.

[He clasped Michael's hand, his grip firm and friendly but cool and noticeably pulseless.]

You are probably right. To be completely honest the only one I would trust would be the Doctor and even he gets lost all the time.

Very much so. I have not been able to do this in a long time.

Something historical for my people, but likely insignificant to others.

Why not? *He had yet to meet a vampire that was actually affected by iconography - but then, he himself was caused by a mutation*