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This Week's Topic:
Write a dialogue between two of your favorite YA characters
After my last post, I just couldn't resist the chance to play with two (or maybe more... we'll see if anyone else wanders in) of my favorite Fictional Dead Boys. Today, I'm introducing Bram from Dearly, Departed to Vincent from Die For Me (the Revenants series.) Let's see how this conversation would go...
Bram
This Paris was disconcerting. All of the research and holos that Ren had pulled up for me on the Aethernet hadn't prepared me for the noise and smell and differentness of this place that no longer exists, at least in our time. I hurried down the streets following a memorized map, thanking God Nora wasn't with me. If her Punk practice clothes made her blush, I couldn't imagine her reaction to some of the clothes that these old-time women were wearing.
I swung around a corner to find the bridge over the Seine that had been indicated on my map. Someone high up in the New Vic had made a deal with a completely different kind of monster to get me here, and another kind of monster was supposed to meet me on this bridge, in this very spot, to give me some information before I was sucked back to my own time. "Excuse me, are you Captain Griswold?" A slightly accented male voice came from behind me and I turned, pulling my scarf up higher on my face.
His blue eyes grew wide when he caught sight of me, but he quickly swallowed back his surprise and held out his hand. "Jean-Baptiste told me to come meet you. I am Vincent."
"Call me Bram," I told him automatically. Formality was silly, considering what we were going to be talking about. "So... I've been told that you have something for me?"
Vincent handed over a book almost as thick as the ones that Renfield was always dragging around with him and a bag full of what looked like test tubes. He studied what was showing of my face with a frown. "You're not like any of the other non-humans I've ever met."
"My girlfriend would beg to differ about the non-human part." I retorted. "Just because I have the Laz doesn't make me less human. And you don't look dead at all." In fact, he looked healthier than most living people.
He ran a hand through that black, wavy hair. "Well, I've been 'dead' for about eighty years or so. And you?"
I gaped at him. "Three years."
"I win." He flashed a confident smile. Chas had warned me about these Frenchmen being worse that the Victorian aristocracy, but this guy took the cake. My opinion shifted, though, when that smile then turned to a chuckle. "I can't believe that we're debating about who is more dead."
"Yeah. It's still hard to believe that you're a zombie, though. I didn't think the Laz showed up until my time."
"I've never heard of this 'Laz.' We're Revenants." He leaned against the bridge railing, never really relaxing. His eyes would alternate between sweeping the bridge and continuing to study me. It wouldn't surprise me if this boy also had military training.
"Never heard of them. Maybe they were all destroyed in the nuclear blast of the second American Civil War. Maybe they still exist and our military just doesn't know about them. Hell, I just found out about them yesterday, when someone contacted Victor to let him know that you people existed." I rolled the bag of test tubes in my hands. The blood in there could be the key to fighting the Laz in our undead bodies without making us un-undead. "Then again, I didn't know anything about whatever sent me back to this time, too, so, apparently, I'm on a need to know basis about fellow monsters."
"I would--" He looked down, as if he was listening to something and sighed, speaking to somebody who wasn't there. "Jules, I don't think that's something I should--" He listened again and then looked back up at me with an apologetic smile. "My friend has a question for you."
I looked around, but no one was there. Warily, I gave the Revenant a shrug. "Okay..."
"You have a girlfriend? A living girlfriend?"
"Yes. Her name is Nora."
Vincent listened again, letting out a small laugh. "Jules wants to know your secret. He says that you're his new hero."
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That's my Fictional Dead Boy conversation... how about you? Are there any fictional characters that you'd like to introduce to each other?
Bram
This Paris was disconcerting. All of the research and holos that Ren had pulled up for me on the Aethernet hadn't prepared me for the noise and smell and differentness of this place that no longer exists, at least in our time. I hurried down the streets following a memorized map, thanking God Nora wasn't with me. If her Punk practice clothes made her blush, I couldn't imagine her reaction to some of the clothes that these old-time women were wearing.
I swung around a corner to find the bridge over the Seine that had been indicated on my map. Someone high up in the New Vic had made a deal with a completely different kind of monster to get me here, and another kind of monster was supposed to meet me on this bridge, in this very spot, to give me some information before I was sucked back to my own time. "Excuse me, are you Captain Griswold?" A slightly accented male voice came from behind me and I turned, pulling my scarf up higher on my face.
His blue eyes grew wide when he caught sight of me, but he quickly swallowed back his surprise and held out his hand. "Jean-Baptiste told me to come meet you. I am Vincent."
"Call me Bram," I told him automatically. Formality was silly, considering what we were going to be talking about. "So... I've been told that you have something for me?"
Vincent handed over a book almost as thick as the ones that Renfield was always dragging around with him and a bag full of what looked like test tubes. He studied what was showing of my face with a frown. "You're not like any of the other non-humans I've ever met."
"My girlfriend would beg to differ about the non-human part." I retorted. "Just because I have the Laz doesn't make me less human. And you don't look dead at all." In fact, he looked healthier than most living people.
He ran a hand through that black, wavy hair. "Well, I've been 'dead' for about eighty years or so. And you?"
I gaped at him. "Three years."
"I win." He flashed a confident smile. Chas had warned me about these Frenchmen being worse that the Victorian aristocracy, but this guy took the cake. My opinion shifted, though, when that smile then turned to a chuckle. "I can't believe that we're debating about who is more dead."
"Yeah. It's still hard to believe that you're a zombie, though. I didn't think the Laz showed up until my time."
"I've never heard of this 'Laz.' We're Revenants." He leaned against the bridge railing, never really relaxing. His eyes would alternate between sweeping the bridge and continuing to study me. It wouldn't surprise me if this boy also had military training.
"Never heard of them. Maybe they were all destroyed in the nuclear blast of the second American Civil War. Maybe they still exist and our military just doesn't know about them. Hell, I just found out about them yesterday, when someone contacted Victor to let him know that you people existed." I rolled the bag of test tubes in my hands. The blood in there could be the key to fighting the Laz in our undead bodies without making us un-undead. "Then again, I didn't know anything about whatever sent me back to this time, too, so, apparently, I'm on a need to know basis about fellow monsters."
"I would--" He looked down, as if he was listening to something and sighed, speaking to somebody who wasn't there. "Jules, I don't think that's something I should--" He listened again and then looked back up at me with an apologetic smile. "My friend has a question for you."
I looked around, but no one was there. Warily, I gave the Revenant a shrug. "Okay..."
"You have a girlfriend? A living girlfriend?"
"Yes. Her name is Nora."
Vincent listened again, letting out a small laugh. "Jules wants to know your secret. He says that you're his new hero."
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That's my Fictional Dead Boy conversation... how about you? Are there any fictional characters that you'd like to introduce to each other?
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