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strangetrip2018-02-21 01:36 pm
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[EP] Learning about Humanity - OTA
Adrian had found a lot of the 'guests' at the Inn were quite pleasant and he wondered if that was how his father had found them in the beginning. When they had no idea he was a vampire, just a wanderer among them. It fueled his curiosity and he wanted to learn more about humanity. The only examples he ever had was his mother and the other villagers, besides what he had encountered here.
The best way to learn, was to observe. He didn't want to draw attention to himself, so he settled onto a small table in the restaurant area with his ever present notebook beside him. It was what he used to take notes, trying to decipher turns of phrases and words that were foreign to him. Up until this point he'd used a pencil, but on the way down he'd realized that he didn't have it with him. Instead, someone had offered him a writing utensil, they called it a pen but it looked nothing like a goose feather and he couldn't understand how it wrote without an inkwell.
As he pressed the end to the piece of paper there was nothing. Adrian's thumb accidentally moved across the end of the pen and he heard a click sound. Suddenly a point appeared at the bottom where there had been nothing. "Odd." Curiously, he moved the end over the paper and gasped when a mark appeared. Was the ink hidden?
The best way to learn, was to observe. He didn't want to draw attention to himself, so he settled onto a small table in the restaurant area with his ever present notebook beside him. It was what he used to take notes, trying to decipher turns of phrases and words that were foreign to him. Up until this point he'd used a pencil, but on the way down he'd realized that he didn't have it with him. Instead, someone had offered him a writing utensil, they called it a pen but it looked nothing like a goose feather and he couldn't understand how it wrote without an inkwell.
As he pressed the end to the piece of paper there was nothing. Adrian's thumb accidentally moved across the end of the pen and he heard a click sound. Suddenly a point appeared at the bottom where there had been nothing. "Odd." Curiously, he moved the end over the paper and gasped when a mark appeared. Was the ink hidden?

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"What time are you from?" Because it was definitely further back than the 1980s if he wasn't used to phones in any form.
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"1476... that's impressive. I don't even know if I can recall exactly what that time is like, if I'm honest." She remembered basic things about the past, but moving from school to school because your parents were hunters mean some information never made it through. "I know enough to know this place must have be overwhelming."
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Mary's smile was wide but not because she was making fun of him. "My son told me I was using the wrong slang the other day." Not the same, really, but maybe sort of. "Made me feel like I had no idea what was going on. Time definitely moves technology and other things quickly."
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"There was a man, of my time but so much more advanced. My mother would have been fascinated to meet him. Leonardo Da Vinci drew the human body as if he had dissected it."
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She nodded. "He was a pretty good painter too. His paintings hang in museums now and people study them for their form." She only knew his most famous ones, of course, but those were enough, she thought.
"I never thought to think about it, but I suppose there will people being in my time who will become famous in history as well."
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"I am not one of them." He chuckled, "and I am fine with my name being lost to time without any contribution that will be in history." Adrian's eyes sparkled with amusement. "However, I will have quite a fantastical tale to tell when I return home."
He'd deliberately used the term when because he was sure that someone, sometime would want to try to resurrect Dracula for their own gains - and his and Alucard would need to be there to stop him.
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Mary smiled back. "My only legacy are my boys, and I'm alright with that. I met them here as adults and they turned out to be great men and so I can't really ask for more." She was dead anyways, so she was making peace with the idea of contributing anything more to the world.
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"My oldest, Dean, was four years old and my youngest, Sam, was six months.... it was definitely a shock." And she still had a lot of trouble missing out on all of the things she couldn't experience because of her death.
"Sometimes it's hard for me to not treat them like children, even though their men." She still had to work on not calling Sam Sammy.
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Mary smiled at that. "Thank you." She paused. "Did you ever find it annoying?"
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"A part of me will always feel like their mother, so I guess we're even." Mary just needed to relearn what it meant to be a mother to adults.
She paused, then leaned to look at his list again. "Do you have any others you're particularly stumped on?"
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Mary smiled. "Of course. And Maybe I'll have some things we can both try to figure out together so my kids don't think I'm entirely uncool."