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“How are you feeling now that you’ve had some time to process last night’s events, Jen?” You ask, hoping to learn more about her. When you think about it, you’ve known her for less than an hour if you don’t count the time you were asleep.
Rotating her hands to stretch her wrists, Jen answered, “My body feels fine: no injuries, aches, or organ failures as far as I can tell. I feel a little anxious, though.”
“Regarding what?” You ask.
“Part of it is I don’t know exactly how my body works. I know plenty of rumors of the things vampires can do or can get killed by from Jennifer’s memories, but I don’t know how to separate the bullshit from the real shit.” She answers as she slowly leans her head from one side to the other, “The prospect of exposing myself to sunlight makes me uncomfortable, so I’m playing it safe for now. But will crucifixes burn my eyes? Do I die if I eat garlic or get a wooden stake run through my heart?”
“I don’t know about garlic, but people generally die if their heart gets impaled.” You answer sarcastically.
“Ha. Ha.” She said in the most unenthusiastic laugh you’d ever heard, before elaborating, “I’d rather not learn through experience, but I’ve found that I can heal little cuts and scrapes instantly, so knowing where the limit is would be nice. I wonder if the other… nah, forget it.”
“What are your other capabilities, if don’t mind my asking?” You ask, not bothering to pry about what she was wondering about.
“Well, I can extend these whenever I feel like it.” She said as claws extended about three inches from her right hand. “Their exact shape is a bit malleable, they can be curved, straight, have serrated or beveled edges. It’s nice to have a multi-tool on-hand all the time.”
Retracting the claws, she then tapped a revolver that had been laid down on the desk she’d been playing the card-game on before continuing, “I’m also as good a shot as Jennifer was, and she found time to practice at the range her brother ran fairly often. And one other thing I noticed,” She said before she took a deep breath through her nose, “is my sense of smell is a lot stronger than a human’s. I can make out the scent of each person I’ve encountered so far, and quickly track them down should I feel the need. I guess it’s a predatory instinct, to help a being like me find my prey.”
That just took an unsettling turn. “Hold up. You haven’t been marking the people here as potential meals, have you?” You ask in a serious tone. If she starts causing trouble with the other Masters or, god forbid, attacks someone… well, you’d need to step in before things get to that.
