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blue_blooded (blue_blooded) wrote in bellumlogs,

For Bernadette, her first few minutes in the apartment complex had led her through two and a half days of confusing, infuriating hell that she had not been the slightest bit prepared for. There had been nothing to suggest anything out of the ordinary going on in the building, and now she was finding herself to be caught up with a building full of people who were, at least in some slight sense, used to a dosage of supernatural madness in their lives. For the first time in many, many years Bernadette felt very much out of her element and wanting to desperately maintain face before anyone suspected she might be less than capable of handling herself.

Whatever was being told to her she would have to take as truth. She could hand this.

"Become them?" she murmured, almost to herself as her brows knit together. That sounded less than desirable or promising, and it added another layer of concern to her growing pile. "You mentioned on the message board that they are not usually so vocal as they were in Russia." She was almost talking herself through her thoughts outloud, but she took another sip of wine so she could gather them silently for a moment. "He made no mention of who exactly he was..." She glanced up a Vlad, a new thought occurring. "Would it be rude to inquire as to who you have inside you?"