Help Wanted

[haemosexual]

Subject: Help Wanted
Date: 5 Sept 125
Time: 02:20:58
By: 318 - 1888

WANTED, a respectable Human Person of any sex as ASSISTANT to GENTLEMEN. Required to be of strong mental and physical constitution. Must be able to read and write, be well acquainted with domestic service (e.g., laundry, cleaning; cooking not required), and fully housebroken. Work involves late hours and occasional duties as arbiter. Butchery skills preferred. Wages to be discussed. For particulars, enquire by telephone in the evening until 4 o'clock in the morning.

Subject: HELP WANTED
Date: 5 Sept 125
Time: 02:21:01
By: 129 - 3996

HELP
NEED MAN SLAYV OR WOMAN SLAYV FOR GENTLEMAN OR SUMPREME VIZAORY NOW!!  NO MUNNY!!! FREE CHIKKEN.
MUST BE STROWNG BODDIED AND KIND. BED PRAVIDED FOR SLEEPING ETC. 

BANAFITS: 
HANSUM MASTARS
NO MUNNY 
LIEFLONG FRENDSHIP AND LOYLETY.

Comments

[delaurentiis]

[Since Nandor is on the neurotic side of things, he's leaning toward the latter half of the window of worry. He has been, as they say, ghosted. Which is terribly insulting, because he's a vampire.

But here is a man-- and Nandor looks skeptical. He is very beautiful. Nandor had been expecting a horrible little nerd. It balks him for a moment, then he's all business.]

Perhaps. [He leans in, menacing.]

You are not a vampire kil-ler, are you?

[vecna]

[Henry might still slot neatly into the category of horrible little nerd, tbh.]

Vampire killer?

[Nandor leans in, menacing; Henry clasps his hands behind his back, courteously. He looks him up and down, subtle but fairly obvious if they're standing close.]

I'd never hurt a vampire. [Debatable.] Why? Are you one, Mr...?

[delaurentiis]

[Henry's courteous body language is convincing, but Nandor still doesn't answer the question directly.]

Nandor. Nandor the Relentless. [He's still not showing his fangs when he smiles.]

Tell me, do you know what it means to be a familiar?

[vecna]

[Both brows gently hike up, pretending at being impressed. The curiosity inlaid in his words is sincere, however.]

The Relentless? What a title. I wonder how you earned it.

[The slightest tilt of his head, considering that question.]

A familiar… You mean how a witch might have a black cat as a familiar?

[He does, of course, know what a familiar is in the most basic sense. He too was once a nerd.]

[delaurentiis]

I was a very important war general, many years ago. [Nandor answers point blank. He doesn't need any further prompting to toot his horn.]

Sort of. [Nandor glances with disdain at a camera that isn't there.]

Perhaps more like my second in command. Follow my orders loyally, and you will be richly rewarded.

[Nandor's voice rises in volume, for emphasis.]

[vecna]

[A war general, someone used to commanding others around, Henry thinks. It would make sense that he's seeking a "slave" now, or a "second in command."

He pretends to think about it for a while, then decides to take a seat nearby, amid a long row of chairs where others might wait as their laundry dries. He gestures for his new "friend" to sit, as well.]

Come here, let's talk about it. I have to admit I'm a little confused, because why does someone like you need a "second-in-command" in a place like this? Sure, things are a little... rough and tumble now and again, but you're someone who can take care of himself. Right... Mr Relentless?