02-18-2015, 08:41 PM
Aang was still confused about Dio's assertations regarding Dracula and vampires in general. He had never heard these terms before being pulled off to the Omniverse. His home world had had no notions whatsoever of vampires or really undead in general, and some of that context was lost as Dio described such things as "traditional vampire weaknesses" and being "scorned by God." The one thing that was abundantly clear was that Dio was powerful, and more so than the scorned creatures associated with the assuredly-malignant Dracula he'd described. Of course, hearing that the two were not associated was certainly a relief of sorts.
Furthermore, he was obviously ambitious. He had gone so far as to eat a bite of the cake he'd offered, simultaeously claiming dominance over his gift and increasing the offense taken if Aang didn't himself at least take a bite. Hesistantly, he lifted the slice off of the plate (He'd neglected to grab a fork for his jelly roll, and leaving the table at this point seemed a bad idea) to Dio's carefully inquisitive gaze. His aversion to eating meat, as a general rule, was to avoid supporting the killing of innocent animals. Of course, at this point, even IF there were something... Less than savory in this admittedly delectable-appearing treat, it was long gone and this cake long-since prepared. Nothing bad would come of just trying a bite - Or at least nothing so bad as what would happen if he didn't.
Sinking his teeth into the tip of the slice, or at least what remained of it after Dio's recent taxation, Aang replaced the cake on the plate and was instantly confronted with a powerful, sweet, rich flavour, accompanied by a texture smoother than any he had ever before experienced in any food. He lifted the plate to his face and began to happily chow down on this angelic delicacy. While he tried to keep the cake off the mask, it was difficult at the pace of his consumption. "Thirf ith delishush!" he forced out, still rapidly munching as Dio began to explain the impending doom arising from some giant monster destroying "people and buildings on both sides." In disappointment, Aang put down his finished plate and returned to the task at hand.
"And what 'Sides' are those that you speak of? I can only imagine you're talking about the people of Darkshire and the forces of Dracula, both of which seem to be mostly occupied with fighting eachother. If you're thinking of recruiting from Darkshire, I don't think many people will join you, especially considering the fact that they seem to not be super friendly with non-humans." Aang thought for a moment on the situation. Actually, he didn't have many long-term goals, the only one being to learn more bending styles and hopefully eventually return to his home and save his people from the Fire Nation. And in the short term? He needed to talk with Faren, and probably eventually return to the Brownings back in Camelot. Other than that, though... "Of course, I AM pretty new around these parts, and have yet to really take on anything big yet. Back in my home world I roamed continents, just kind of doing what I could for anyone I met who was in trouble. I'd like to do that here too, at least until I get my bearings. So, if you can put a group together, I'd be glad to help out! Tell me more about this Tarrasque thing."
Aang wasn't entirely sure about this whole ordeal, but this seemed the easiest way to at the very least reliably survive the night. Though he was still Aangxious that this whole setup was a ruse, at least now he had another Big Bad upon which to toss his restless gaze. He did, of course, saturate his speech with his best impression of the overly-naive, happy-go-lucky twelve-year-old do-gooder he knew he'd be perceived as (though much of that remained true), as in his experience those with the most hate dwelling in them grew most restless around such happy company. That, or they were at the least more likely to trip up and reveal incriminating details. Of course, Aang knew Dio was better than that, far better, or this whole conversation would never have happened in the first place. He would make sure to gauge Dio's reactions as carefully as he knew he himself was being watched, for if anyone needed to be on guard around these parts, it was Aang.
Furthermore, he was obviously ambitious. He had gone so far as to eat a bite of the cake he'd offered, simultaeously claiming dominance over his gift and increasing the offense taken if Aang didn't himself at least take a bite. Hesistantly, he lifted the slice off of the plate (He'd neglected to grab a fork for his jelly roll, and leaving the table at this point seemed a bad idea) to Dio's carefully inquisitive gaze. His aversion to eating meat, as a general rule, was to avoid supporting the killing of innocent animals. Of course, at this point, even IF there were something... Less than savory in this admittedly delectable-appearing treat, it was long gone and this cake long-since prepared. Nothing bad would come of just trying a bite - Or at least nothing so bad as what would happen if he didn't.
Sinking his teeth into the tip of the slice, or at least what remained of it after Dio's recent taxation, Aang replaced the cake on the plate and was instantly confronted with a powerful, sweet, rich flavour, accompanied by a texture smoother than any he had ever before experienced in any food. He lifted the plate to his face and began to happily chow down on this angelic delicacy. While he tried to keep the cake off the mask, it was difficult at the pace of his consumption. "Thirf ith delishush!" he forced out, still rapidly munching as Dio began to explain the impending doom arising from some giant monster destroying "people and buildings on both sides." In disappointment, Aang put down his finished plate and returned to the task at hand.
"And what 'Sides' are those that you speak of? I can only imagine you're talking about the people of Darkshire and the forces of Dracula, both of which seem to be mostly occupied with fighting eachother. If you're thinking of recruiting from Darkshire, I don't think many people will join you, especially considering the fact that they seem to not be super friendly with non-humans." Aang thought for a moment on the situation. Actually, he didn't have many long-term goals, the only one being to learn more bending styles and hopefully eventually return to his home and save his people from the Fire Nation. And in the short term? He needed to talk with Faren, and probably eventually return to the Brownings back in Camelot. Other than that, though... "Of course, I AM pretty new around these parts, and have yet to really take on anything big yet. Back in my home world I roamed continents, just kind of doing what I could for anyone I met who was in trouble. I'd like to do that here too, at least until I get my bearings. So, if you can put a group together, I'd be glad to help out! Tell me more about this Tarrasque thing."
Aang wasn't entirely sure about this whole ordeal, but this seemed the easiest way to at the very least reliably survive the night. Though he was still Aangxious that this whole setup was a ruse, at least now he had another Big Bad upon which to toss his restless gaze. He did, of course, saturate his speech with his best impression of the overly-naive, happy-go-lucky twelve-year-old do-gooder he knew he'd be perceived as (though much of that remained true), as in his experience those with the most hate dwelling in them grew most restless around such happy company. That, or they were at the least more likely to trip up and reveal incriminating details. Of course, Aang knew Dio was better than that, far better, or this whole conversation would never have happened in the first place. He would make sure to gauge Dio's reactions as carefully as he knew he himself was being watched, for if anyone needed to be on guard around these parts, it was Aang.
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