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Shooting them doesn't seem to do nearly as much as I had hoped.

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The more advanced medical facilities are at the tactical simulation building, the Battle Dome, yes?

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And perhaps someone could tell me what day it is as well?

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[His voice is so deadpan that he might have been a robot.]

Vampire hunting.

[She would have snapped at him for messing with her, but on a private channel and when he's been so helpful up to now? It doesn't make sense that he'd start lying now. And the more incredible and unbelievable the story, the more likely it is actually true. After a short pause, she responds.]

...I take it that is a problem where you are from then?

[If she had, it wouldn't be any different than many encounters from his own world; despite the danger, the higher ups in his own world tended to try and keep the 'problem' quiet. At least she wasn't calling him a liar to his face.

Yet.]

Unfortunately, yeah. Judging from your reaction, I'd guess you probably don't even have them where you're from. Different Earth and all that.

No, fortunately. The worst we've had is alien technology and men aspiring to become gods. Rather tame compared to vampires, I suppose.

I've heard of the alternate realities here - odd to finally run into it.

Honestly, the alien technology and god hungry men would be pretty wild to me. At least I know how to deal with vampires.

[There's a quiet chuckle from Derek's end.]

Yeah, this place seems to be one big smorgasbord of weird stuff. Still get surprised when I talk to some folks. Pretty surreal, all things told.

Surreal is one way to say it. I never thought I would see the day when I could listen to a pony talk.

[That right there? That's dead silence for a few minutes.]

They...have talking ponies here.

[No, that's not a question, and it's said as calmly as anything else, but the calm disbelief is probably tangible.]

Talking rainbow ponies.

[Seriously, she thought she was dead when she saw that entry on the network. What. Even. She has no idea either, Derek. None whatsoever.]

I...

...Wow.

Anything this place doesn't have?

A reliable source of ammunition.

[Which she says in an exasperated tone of voice.]

Otherwise it seems time, place or logic has no hold here.

Lovely. Do we even have a bullet press in town?

[Not that he can't function without a gun, but there were times when a well-placed shot was far more valuable than any other method of taking someone down.]

At the moment, no. Once I've healed, however, I'll be taking missions to earn one.

Let me know if I can help, both in getting it and in making bullets. I've used them before.

First, you must heal. Then we can discuss missions, Mr. Bliss.

...I meant with using the bullet press. But yeah, the fighting, too.

As for healing, trust me, I already have two ladies that'll bust me but good if I don't behave myself until I'm better.

[Noooot that that will keep him from doing what he wants anyway given sufficient motivation, but at least he's trying to be respectful enough of his caretakers to not push it too far. Just enough to risk a little strangulation from an irritated French woman, is all.]

There is a genius inventor I rely on for such things - not that I shall ever tell him that.

But good to hear you're taken care of here. Although I'm sure the doctors are quite stubborn about letting people out.

Then I wish you luck on the bullets.

They are. So am I. It works out.

You're welcome to use it as well - once we retrieve one.

How much longer until you're released?

Probably a few weeks at least; the guy did a pretty good number on the bone. We're having to go to Nala on most days.

Mm. I'll be sure to keep my eye out for this person then. A shame you shall be stuck indoors for so long.

I'll manage.

[And probably send his caretakers into fits in the process...]

Was nice meeting you.

[Yeah, probably.]

And you as well, Mr. Bliss.

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