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<span class="mu-r">“How much do you know about the ‘Nightguard’? Are they an okay organization in your opinion?”</span> you asked.
<span class="mu-r">“Hm. They’re relatively small as far as ancient orders go, but I feel like that saves them the trouble of having to root out corruption in their ranks. Most Nightguard that I’ve met have been solid solo hunters, if not downright exceptional.”</span> Blade replied. That must be pretty high praise coming from him.
<span class="mu-r">“Then that makes this next part easier. You see, my friend is a Nightguard, and she was recently turned into a vampire. I was sort of hoping that you wouldn’t be opposed to showing her the ropes a bit.”</span> you said.
Blade made a noise somewhere between a thoughtful hum and a sympathetic grunt. <span class="mu-r">“A devoted vampire hunter got turned, huh? I’ve heard that story before. You can probably see why cases like that can get ugly. It’s actually more impressive that she hasn’t already staked herself out of self-loathing.”</span> he said. <span class="mu-r">“Was she turned by her quarry out of spite, or was she ambushed by a vamp with prior allegiances?”</span>
<span class="mu-r">“Neither, actually. She got jumped by a psycho super-cannibal and nearly got burned to a crisp. Our vegan vampire friend found her at death’s door, and decided to turn her so that she wouldn’t die.”</span> you explained.
<span class="mu-r">“Did you just say ‘vegan vampire’?”</span> he asked, doubt and incredulity thick in his voice. He cares about that, but not the fire-breathing psycho super-cannibal?
<span class="mu-r">“Not important right now.”</span> you urged. <span class="mu-r">“The point is that she’s a vampire hunter that became a vampire, and you’re the only one I know who has any experience dealing with something like that.”</span>
<span class="mu-r">“And you want to reintroduce some purpose into her life so that she doesn’t punch an early ticket by stepping outside and taking a sunbath.”</span> Blade guessed.
<span class="mu-r">“Kind of, yeah. Do you think you can help?”</span>
<span class="mu-r">“I can. I’m guessing you’re somewhere in New York, right? That’s where Morbius operates out of.”</span>
<span class="mu-r">“Yeah. I’ve got her held up at Doctor Strange’s place, the Sanctum Sanctorum. How fast do you think you could get there?”</span> you asked.
Blade made a noise that you interpreted as a mildly impressed chuckle. <span class="mu-r">“I can be there tonight. Just be sure to let him know, since I’ll probably need an invitation.”</span>
<span class="mu-r">“Oh, really? I always thought that you could just go wherever you wanted.”</span>
<span class="mu-r">“I can. I just don’t want to piss off the Sorcerer Supreme.”</span>
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Later that night, you were waiting with Reese and Doctor Strange for Blade to make his social call. Both vegan vampire and Sorcerer Supreme looked harried, and you were pretty sure you knew the cause.
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