ooc; won’t be around until tomorrow night.
I call everyone kiddo, Sarah Jane, no need to take offense at it. And I figured. You seemed human to me, but you also seem to know a lot about this sort of stuff.
Strange beings attacking my homeland? Since the seventies, Gabriel.
Well, I’ma feel like calling you kiddo, darling, until you give me a fun alternative. Been calling vampires over a thousand years old kiddo, so I don’t see why you’re any different. But if it keeps you happy, the name’s Gabriel.
And that honestly doesn’t surprise me. I’m guessing you ain’t from this universe, or at least the one where we deal with crazy bull like demons and ghosts, which makes me guess you’re a human. So yeah, your tech don’t stand much of a chance against these guys. Sorry.
And by that I guess that in your universe there is no such thing as manners? I am a woman, the least you could have done was calling me “ma’am”. But whatever, my name is Sarah Jane Smith. Miss Smith or just Sarah Jane would be enough.
Lucky for me, I’m already well past the madness bus stop.
How pleasing. Have you time travelled before? You won’t know what true madness is until you’ve done it.
Yes, but that doesn’t mean I’m obligated to like you or something ridiculous like that. If you were expecting me to, your bar is set way too high.
I don’t expect anyone to like me, dear. With the things I do, liking me is an one-way trip to madness.
…. Okay then. I knew I didn’t like you.
…? Well, not many people do. Won’t judge you for that, but don’t we fight on the same side?
Then use a knife, or a sword, or a crowbar, or a frikken ninja star, whatever flies with you.
Sonic lipstick and brains. And books - the best weapon in the universe.
There are plenty of them here. They’re nice, I like them, they help kill zombies. Zombies that will try to eat you if you walk out into the street unarmed.
Unarmed? Not my style. Don’t like guns.
Care to elaborate, kiddo? You look new around here, anyways, haven’t seen you yet. So yeah, pleasure to meet you. [Holds hand out]
It’s… strange. It’s like something’s around and I can’t understand what is because the technology in my possession can’t read it. And what science and the heart can’t explain, it makes me shiver.
And I’m no kiddo, thank you very much, but I can give you my name, if you give me yours. Proper rules of good behaviour.
Well, this is London. This is London, England, 2014 and this is the apocalypse. There are zombies and demons and werewolves - oh my!
I’ve seen Werewolves in my time… I wish he was here to help…