More vampires
Mar. 18th, 2006 10:02 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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fyrie last night, so might as well share it here: Warsaw!Vampires promotional clip.
It's mostly Polish voiceovers and actors and director blathering, but there's a fair bit of Totale Finsternis at the end, and in the middle there's Dziedzic blathering on (and basically being all clueless and "I have NO idea what you're asking me. Let me quote lyrics at you, since I'm totally obsessed ATM" - I can relate) while the images show him singing Unstillbare Gier and crawling over graves. Mmmm. 53 days until I see him again. Argh.
Oh, and an update for anyone interested in seeing that despite how airheaded it makes me: according to Michael Kunze ♥ in the 2006/2007 season Tanz will be still playing in Warsaw, in the autumn it will premiere in Budapest, and there'll be another German production, possibly in Berlin.
I've been playing my various Tanz bits for two hours straight now. There's a very wide smile on my face. There may be vampire fic later. Right now, need to go off and scribble "Grafin von Krolock" all over my story notebook.
fyrie last night, so might as well share it here: Warsaw!Vampires promotional clip.It's mostly Polish voiceovers and actors and director blathering, but there's a fair bit of Totale Finsternis at the end, and in the middle there's Dziedzic blathering on (and basically being all clueless and "I have NO idea what you're asking me. Let me quote lyrics at you, since I'm totally obsessed ATM" - I can relate) while the images show him singing Unstillbare Gier and crawling over graves. Mmmm. 53 days until I see him again. Argh.
Oh, and an update for anyone interested in seeing that despite how airheaded it makes me: according to Michael Kunze ♥ in the 2006/2007 season Tanz will be still playing in Warsaw, in the autumn it will premiere in Budapest, and there'll be another German production, possibly in Berlin.
I've been playing my various Tanz bits for two hours straight now. There's a very wide smile on my face. There may be vampire fic later. Right now, need to go off and scribble "Grafin von Krolock" all over my story notebook.
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Date: 2006-03-18 01:22 am (UTC)*retreats to a corner with a paperbag to hyperventilate*
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Date: 2006-03-18 01:24 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-03-18 03:02 am (UTC)eeh. Just eeh! *is a little bouncy and spinny*
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Date: 2006-03-18 03:07 am (UTC)Mother promised to help, too.
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Date: 2006-03-18 03:08 am (UTC)(also, am rewatching Total Eclipse thing. GAH!)
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Date: 2006-03-18 03:10 am (UTC)(I had the demo mp3 on repeat earlier, until the neighbours started knocking on walls. Mrrrr. He's so compelling. Would you believe some reviewer complained about the "lack of choreography" in that number?)
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Date: 2006-03-18 03:12 am (UTC)But... but the way he beckons her... the way he touches, but not quite touches her, the gestures, the hands...
Um. I'll be in mu bunk... (Btw, you free or AIMing? :))
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Date: 2006-03-18 03:17 am (UTC)(On my way out to shop, alas. Should be back in a few hours.)
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Date: 2006-03-18 03:19 am (UTC)(will do homework for a bit then :) Should be back online around 6.30-ish tonight, post work)
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Date: 2006-03-18 03:34 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-03-18 03:34 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-03-18 02:24 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-03-18 02:30 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-03-18 02:31 am (UTC)(Incidentally, how much are tickets to the shows themselves?)
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Date: 2006-03-18 02:43 am (UTC)Incidentally, I've done some sums today, and for two people and 11 shows + various accessories, we will have spent less this year for Tanz than I made in a month after taxes. Which isn't that bad, you know ;)
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Date: 2006-03-18 02:46 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-03-18 02:47 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-03-18 02:48 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-03-18 03:06 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-03-18 03:22 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-03-18 03:25 am (UTC)But hot vampires are a good reason to do most things, aren't they? (Not to mention hot werewolves) *g*
CCA
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Date: 2006-03-18 03:26 am (UTC)*is almost 21 and still unaplogetically asks Dad for money*
*drops and runs to work*
Date: 2006-03-18 05:27 am (UTC)Behind her, in the shelter of the room, she knew he was watching her. Something told her he had been watching her in ways she didn’t understand since the minute she arrived.
“They will find you,” he murmured finally.
“Been here a week,” Dawn replied, shivering slightly. “I thin I can find more places to hide than they can look.”
“But do you wish to go on hiding?”
Dawn sighed, looking down at the balustrade in front of her. She reached out to flick a loose piece of stone away. “I... I just want to have some time away from them,” she said quietly. “Didn’t realise it until I got here.”
“You feel smothered by them,” the Graf’s voice was quiet, mellifluous.
“And you keep on sticking your nose in my head,” Dawn retorted with half-hearted annoyance. She glanced over her shoulder at him. “I know I’m the baby, I’m not a kid anymore.” She saw him nod. Her fingertips pressed against the worn stone. “Haven’t been since I saw Buffy die.”
Standing on the edge of the slice of daylight that cut across the floor of the room, von Krolock gazed at her. “Have you told her?”
“What? That seeing my big sister and the only family had left killing herself to save me, her non-sister’s life, messed me up a bit?” Laughing bitterly, Dawn shook her head and looked away. “How do you say that?” She shuddered a little, as if seeing something replay behind her eyes. “Seeing anyone die is enough to make you grow up real fast, but when it’s your fault...”
“It was a decision she made,” von Krolock observed quietly, skirting the daylight and approaching the anti-solar glass. “Would you have done the same, were you in her place?”
Reluctantly, Dawn nodded, looking away from him. “Yeah, but it doesn’t mean that I don’t still have nightmares about it,” she said quietly. “Mom was bad enough, then Buffy... Tara... Spike too.” Her smile was fainter. “Started to wonder if it was me. Wondered if people died because I loved them.”
Von Krolock didn’t move and, on the opposite side of the glass, his grave expression didn’t change, but something... felt different about the way he was looking at her.
Looking away from him, trying to push down the emotion she had been trying to fight since Buffy had arrived, she squeezed her eyes shut. “I must sound like such a kid,” she muttered, “Sulking about how people kept dying around me and leaving me. Not like they wanted to.”
“It was no more your fault than the sun’s rising,” His voice washed over her in a soothing wave and she felt the heat of tears on her cheeks. Covering her face with her hand, she bit down on her lip to stifle any sound. “Miss Summers...”
“I’m good,” she whispered, the lie sour in her throat.
“You need not pretend, dear child.”
Dawn laughed weakly. “Why not? Everyone else does.” She turned to look at him, uncaring of the faint streaks of mascara she knew she had smeared. “I’m just a normal kid working at a normal institute and have a normal life.”
His dark eyes gazed solemnly at her. “You should not be forced to live their lies,” he said quietly. “Your life is your own.”
“And what am I meant to do?” She wiped her face with the back of her hand. “Come and live here and pretend you aren’t a blood-sucking fiend and tell Buffy that... that I feel more at home here than anywhere?”
“Is that what you feel?”
Lowering her eyes, Dawn nodded. “Better than being surrounded by Slayers all the time,” she said so quietly it was barely audible. “You don’t make me pretend that everything is normal and fine.”
Re: *drops and runs to work*
Date: 2006-03-18 05:27 am (UTC)“You’re a killer,” she said quietly, approaching the glass.
“I am.”
She held his gaze willingly, brow creased with thought. “You have no soul.”
“None.”
“Given the chance, you’ll probably kill me eventually and turn me into one of you,” she murmured, unfolding her arms.
Von Krolock slowly nodded. “It is likely,” he admitted, “Though it would not be without regret.”
Dawn smiled slightly, sadly. “I’d like to see you try it,” she murmured. She looked down, then back up at him. “I always thought I wanted a normal life, y’know. A life without demons and vampires and death and everything.”
“And now?”
“Now?” She lifted her hand and pressed it to the sun-warmed glass. “Now, I know I never could.”
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Date: 2006-03-18 05:53 am (UTC)And oh, he's being so serious. As if he was proposing marriage or something ;)
Re: *drops and runs to work*
Date: 2006-03-18 10:49 am (UTC)Did I mention I have a new OTP? :D
Re: *drops and runs to work*
Date: 2006-03-18 11:03 am (UTC)*waves OTP flag*
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Date: 2006-03-18 11:06 am (UTC)He's actually being fairly restrained and not filling her head with wacky dreams. If anything, he's actually toned her nightmares down a bit for her, which is as much a surprise to him as to anyone. And when he does have a rummage in her noggin, it's not so much invasive as a quick surface skim.
(Herbert's saying he's got Spike tied up with somethign important ;D)
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Date: 2006-03-18 11:50 am (UTC)“Now?” She lifted her hand and pressed it to the sun-lit glass. “Now, I know I never could live with it.” She watched the faint smear of condensation spread around her fingers. “I’ve seen too much to ever be just a normal girl.”
“And you would choose to live with vampires, the very things your sister has fought for so long?”
She shrugged. “Can’t see me fitting in at any school anywhere,” she mumbled, one side of her mouth rising as she added, “Unless it was Hogwarts.” Her eyes lifted to him. “You could teach me more than any of them, I bet.”
The smile that touched his lips was so soft, so unlike his usual grave expression, that she found herself returning it.
His hand rose and was placed against the glass, palm-to-palm with hers.
“If that is your wish, Dawn,” he said, his eyes holding hers.
It was the first time she could recall him using her forename and she was startled by how much it pleased her.
Without hesitation, she nodded, then gasped as his fingers slid through the surface of the glass as if it were water. Threading between hers, his fingers brushed softly against the back of her palm and he drew her through the glass.
“Then stay,” he said softly.
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Date: 2006-03-18 06:12 am (UTC)The other things is that I haven't been able to figure out what Krolock's attitude to werewolves would be. And there are a lot of those in FB...
I think Herbert might be interested in meeting one of the local highwaymen, though. Although said highwayman isn't gay, but Herbert might enjoy a challenge *G*
CCA
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Date: 2006-03-18 06:34 am (UTC)You do know you always have a character beta available :) And Fyrie has the Tanz guys hands-down perfect. I'm currently beta-ing her next thing featuring Krolock's evil side...
Quick fic
Date: 2006-03-18 07:32 am (UTC)They certainly do have proper table manners:-) And as for books, I suspect the Graf would enjoy a visit to the library at Falborough Hall (home of the vampiric Alfonz family), although he might slightly disapprove of the lack of order there *g*.
I really don't think they'd enjoy the local inn, though...
The Graf looked around with undisguised amusement at the crowds packing the Ploughmans Arms. "You mean people actually come here for fun?"
John nodded, having debated this fact with himself a few times. "Pretty much, yes. Sometimes they have so much fun they have to be brought home on a cart. That smell is beer, by the way..."
"I wondered..."
"And food," John continued. "Mostly week-old sandwiches and pies you really, seriously wouldn't want to know about. And I'm told that sawdust on the floor gets changed at least once a week. Twice, if any of the local shepherds have seen fit to bring their work in with them..."
Herbert flinched. "Those girls are looking at me..."
John turned to see several of the girls from 'ladies-of-the-night' corner watching the handsome young blond vampire with interest. "Oh, er...yes. I wouldn't worry about them, old chap, just brush them off if they bother you..." He turned to Krolock senior. "So anyway, this is the 'local entertainment' you were told about. How quickly would you like to leave?"
"How about yesterday?" The Graf raised his eyebrows. "I understand you have a somewhat extensive library at home...?"
"There's a library?" Herbert, too, sounded interested at the mention of books. "Is it any good?"
"My brother Daniel tells me it's excellent." John held the inn door open for both his guests to make a relieved exit. "More his realm than mine, really. I'll get him to show you around..."
"Daniel..." Von Krolock nodded. "That would be the half-human?" He still had to admit to some confusion as to how a half-human, half-vampire could have come to be.
"That's right." John led the way to the carriage. "Oh and...if you gentlemen could see your way to not biting him at all, I'd be very grateful..."
Herbert sounded disappointed. "Not even a little bit?"
CCA
Re: Quick fic
Date: 2006-03-19 01:33 am (UTC)BTW, herself posted a new Tanz story yesterday: http://fwibble.livejournal.com/16248.html
That's mostly why I didn't respond earlier - was busy beta-ing it and then blathering on about the next installment with her on AIM ^^;;
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Date: 2006-03-18 10:56 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-03-18 09:43 am (UTC)Total Eclipse of the Heart? (http://www.romantic-lyrics.com/lt14.shtml)
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Date: 2006-03-18 10:20 am (UTC)It works.
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Date: 2006-03-18 02:07 pm (UTC)Looking up from the screen he was studying, leaning over Willow’s shoulder, Giles didn’t alter his expression quickly enough for his head Slayer. “Ah, Buffy! How was the gathering?”
Buffy frowned, looking from one face to the other in consternation. “Okay... you look worried, Willow’s all frowny and you’re both using an actual computer instead of just doing the big mojo.”
“Busted,” Willow muttered, scooting the mouse across the desk.
Rubbing his brow, Giles removed his glasses “A... situation has arisen.”
“And this is a new thing because...?” Dropping her hefty shoulder-bag by the door, she walked into the large office space. “Come on. I go away for a week to the middle of nowhere. How bad can it be?”
“Quite bad, really,” Giles replied, sighing. “Dawn stole your car and now, we think she’s been eaten, turned or taken hostage by one of the most powerful vampire sorcerers of the eighteenth and nineteenth century somewhere in Romania.”
Staring at him, Buffy blinked several times. “Huh?”
“Dawn...”
“Which car?”
Giles raised his eyebrows. “You don’t mind the fact she may have been...”
Buffy made a dismissive gesture. “Dawnie isn’t dumb,” she said. “And with Will’s spells and everything working like they have been up until now, she’ll be fine and on her way back.” Willow and Giles exchanged worried looks. “What?”
“You did hear him say ‘most powerful vampire sorcerer’, right?”
“Yeah, but we have super-wicca,” Buffy said, frowning.
Willow’s expression was pained. “You’re not getting it,” she said, pushing strands of hair back behind her ears. “When we say most powerful, we mean, like, ever. No one ever beat this guy.” She looked apologetic. “I don’t even know if I could.”
Buffy stared at her, colour draining from her face. “And he’s got Dawn?”
“We think so,” Giles confirmed grimly. “And a wretched sense of humour.” he nodded towards the computer screen. “Since Dawn dropped off Willow’s sensors and the tracking device she carries has been blocked, we had no idea until we received this message.”
Approaching, Buffy leaned over Willow’s shoulder to read, her hands resting on the back of the witch’s chair. “What is this?”
“The conclusion of my rare book transaction with the Graf von Krolock,” Giles replied, glancing at her. “It is polite to leave feedback once deliveries are made.”
“‘Books perfect. Delivery rapid. Condition acceptable. Delivery agent delicious.’”
Under Buffy’s hands, the back of Willow’s chair cracked in half, the Slayer’s expression ugly with fury. “Find them,” she said tersely. “If they’ve done anything to Dawnie, I’ll kick their ass, super-mojo-guy or not.”
“This is where further problems arise,” Giles said quietly, carefully. He didn’t flinch back from the look on Buffy’s face, which was quite the feat. “Where ever they are, they are concealed.”
“Giles, find them,” Buffy’s voice was cold, hard. “I don’t care what it takes. She’s my baby sister.”