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Robert Speedwagon	It's getting on close to sunset, and the town of Windknight's Lot, through the extremely long tunnel from near the southern part of London, is as quiet as it ever is. The whole place has a cautious sort of peace to it, in that they're peaceful and happy... but underneath it all... they're on edge. They're nervous and jumpy, looking at everyone in town with suspicion if they're a stranger. At least it's mostly fear. Oddly, this is a pretty large town, big enough for around nearly a thousand people. But the real population here? Less than a hundred. Many of the buildings just lay abandoned and falling down, devoid of anyone taking care of them. And far in the distance is a half-crumbled castle, looming over like the spectre of a demon long past. Not only that, but the nearby graveyard is churned up and ruined, the headstones laying broken and tipped over. And it looks to have been that way for some time -- at least a year, because the grass is starting to grow over these ruined graves. This nervous atmosphere, the lack of people, the ruined graveyard, the crumbling castle, the all but dried-up lake -- something happened here, and it wasn't too long ago...
Mairead Sandilands	Mairead is walking and looking around and is glad she has protection, however, that is the least of her concern. As she walks she looks around with her eyes and is probably out of place in a town like this. AS she walks, she says nothing, nodding to people she sees who look at her and she is, to all outworldly appearance, a young lady in a school uniform. As she walks, she stops and looks around as she ponders where to go. Sighing to herself, she looks at the various buildings and the way things are kept and spots the graveyard. A frown comes over her face as she closes her eyes and says a prayer for those in the enternal home at the appearance of it. "If only people would not harm places liek that," she comments to herself in her heavy scottish accented voice. As she continues, she tries to keep a happy look, but with all that she sees, it is hard. However, she does notice the castle and looks at it as she stops near a business, a store it seems. Thinking, she keeps walking as she looks at everything.
Robert Speedwagon	As Mairead stops by the store, she'll hear the door open. A brash-sounding male voice, thick with a Cockney accent, notes, "I'll be back 'round soon! Jus' need ter get that one thing straightened out!" And as the door closes, it reveals a rather large, muscular fellow with wild blond hair and a rough-looking face. He looks like the rough sort one might meet if one finds oneself in a dark alley, the sort that might jump out of the darkness with a knife and demand money. His eyes are lined with shadows, and there's a scar running from the left side of the bridge of his nose, diagonally down, to his jawline on that side. He's dressed like a typical man of the times, in a Victorian suit much like the other men here wear. But atop his head is a very strange top hat. It's covered in a black-and-white checkerboard-type pattern of diamond shapes. It looks far richer and more expensive than the rest of his attire. Mairead probably shouldn't stare too long, though. Because he's not looking where he's going, and if she's not quick, he's going to walk right into her. And he's a pretty big guy, easily a head taller than she; he probably has strength to match that size.
Mairead Sandilands	Looking, Mairead blinks and moves out of the way, "Excuse me," she says to him as she studies him. "If ye do not mind me for asking, but which town is this?" she says to him as she observes him as she stands there. Mairead is only five foot six inches tall, and has fire red/auburn hair that ends about a foot below her butt, and deep jade green eyes. No rings or jewelry is on her or can be seen and she is dressed in a simple outfit, a white blazer with long sleeves, while around her neck, is a yellow tie. A sash in her clan colors, Clan Sandilands, goes from her left shoulder and ends at her right hip, where it is clasped with the crest of her family; displaying an eagle with wings spread, with the words 'Spero Meliora' on the badge. Her legs are covered by green leggings that end under the skirt, while the skirt stops an inch to two inches above her knees. Her feet are clad in dark grey two inch heels that end just over her ankles. The outfit looks like something a school girl would wear and she has no bags or any weapons that can be seen. She keeps her hands crossed infront of her waist as she ponders what this man was talkign about in the store.
Robert Speedwagon	The large blond man is at least six feet tall, yes. Possibly taller, though not by much. He's still within the realm of human possibility. As are all the people here. He pauses as he hears a woman's voice, and turns to look. He blinks, and then stares a bit -- notably, at her skirt. Mairead might have noticed that none of the women here are even showing their ankles. So her over-the-knee length skirt is probably throwing him for a bit of a loop. Though fortunately (probably moreso for him than her) he deigns not to be rude about it. Instead he raises his gaze back to her face. "This place? This 'ere's Windknight's Lot!" he answers with a smile. He looks her over again. There's nothing untoward in that gaze. He's assessing her. "You, ah... from outside? The Multiverse, I mean." Speedwagon's spent decades in the bad parts of the worst city in his world, so he's well-versed in the arts of reading people. And as he focuses on her face again, his heavily-lined eyes narrow shrewdly, focusing a pointed gaze in her direction. He's trying to get a read on her. After what the Lot's been through, he wants to make sure he keeps out as many of the bad sorts as he can.
Mairead Sandilands	Nodding, Mairead smiles, "Thank ye sir," she says to him as she curtsies, "Me name is Mairead Sandilands and yes, I am from the Multiverse," she replies to him as she stands up. There is no evil within her and she is very polite and she has not shown any fake emotions. She looks at him as she observes him looking at her. Thinking, she ponders something as she stands there. "If ye do not mind my asking, but I could not help to overhear about ye getting somethign straightened out?" she asks him as she does nothing since she is new here nad hasno idea who this person it. At least she has a few aces up her sleeve with her IS she can call. "Also, what happened here, it seems no one is taking care of anything here," she adds.
Robert Speedwagon	After a moment of that shrewd, narrowed-eye look, he seems to have decided something. His face relaxes into a more friendly expression. In response to her introduction, he gives a tip of his ornate hat, and offers, "Pleased ta meet'cha, Miss Sandilands." Placing a hand over his chest, he adds, "The name's Robert E.O. Speedwagon." Her question brings a bit of a wince, and he looks around reflexively. "Let's not talk about that out 'ere in public. People 're still nervous, given ev'rythin' that's 'appened. Wouldya like to walk back ta the tunnel a bit? T'the lake per'aps?" Those aren't too far out of town, but definitely out of earshot of the townspeople.
Mairead Sandilands	Mairead raises an eyebrow as she listens and nods, "Aye, that sound fine," she says to him as she stands there, "After ye my good sir," she says to him in response to his question as she nods her head. What he said has made her on edge, and a feeling in her gut, but she keeps it there as she listens with her ears and look with her eyes. Following Mr. Speedwagon, she ponders as she looks around and at him, "I take it that whatever has happened, is not form the towns arrival in the multiverse," she inquires to him as they walk.
Robert Speedwagon	To be fair, Speedwagon remains a perfect gentleman on the way to the area near the nearly dried-up lake. He keeps his hands to himself, he's not leering at her, anything like that. He looks troubled, in fact, his face pinched in an expression of worry and sadness. He doesn't speak about it until they get far enough away to be out of the earshot of the locals. Then he gives a sigh. "Ah, bollocks, where ta begin...?" he comments, reaching up to rub the back of his head, disturbing his hat a little but not enough for it to fall off. He turns to look at the town. "Windknight's Lot... s'been through a lot. I 'ave a dear friend -- Jonathan Joestar's 'is name -- who was chasin' someone who cost him nearly everythin'. A vampire. 'E settled 'ere... that's why the place is so bloody empty. That vampire changed over half the people inta zombies. That's why the place is so empty." He sighs, looking at the graveyard. "An' the graveyard's where a battle 'appened. Two long-dead knights of Mary Queen 'f Scots were buried there. That vampire raised 'em both as 'is servants." A pause, and he looks at the ground. "Me an' Mr. Joestar both lost a good friend ter 'em."
Mairead Sandilands	Mairead stops as she listens to him and she frowns, "I am sorry for ye loss," she says as she places a hand on his arm. Thinking, she looks at the town and sighs, "So this vampire has done this," she asks as she gestures to the area and shakes her head as she thinks. "Why didn't ye call and ask for help from the Union... well, the Paladins or the Watch?" she asks as she thinks and feels the wind on her face. "This vampire has raised some knights to serve," she states as she closes her eyes and prays for there souls and ends with the sign of the cross, using her right hand to touch her forehead, then the middle of her breast, then the left shoulder, and finally the right shoulder. "I have sent a prayer to the lord to offer help and guidence on this issue," she states as she turns to face Robert, "I will assst ye," she adds as she nods.
Robert Speedwagon	"Well... all that's left now is the vampire 'imself," Robert replies. "We -- that is, Mr. Joestar and that friend I mentioned -- sent the knight back ta their rest. An' now that Dio's left 'ere, we've managed ta defeat the undead what was 'ere. So this place is as safe as it can be, save gettin' rid 'f Dio. An' 'e's managed ta lose 'imself in the Multiverse. That's why we didn't call for help, since all this happened before this world became part 'f the Multiverse. We didn't know there WAS anybody who could 'elp." He goes quiet, though, as Mairead prays. He's not a religious man -- fact, he's pretty sure he's heading to Hell even after reforming, but he isn't really bothered by that -- but he doesn't begrudge others their beliefs. In fact as the mentions she's prayed for the lost, he smiles. "Thank ya, Miss Sandilands." Though as for assisting? "We'd need ta find that piss-stain Dio first. 'E's bidin' 'is time, and I don't like the idea 'f him learning more about 'is powers, gettin' stronger, an' then catchin' us off our guard."
Mairead Sandilands	Mairead nods as she smiles and listens, "It is good that ye were able to put them to rest, may God protect them and watch over them," she mentions as she thinks. "I have some friends that might be able to assist in locating 'im," she says to him as she thinks and with a thought a keyboard appears in front of her as she begins to type something. "What does this Dio look like?" she asks him as she types and ponders something as she has an idea who might be able to help out with this situation.... Thinking, she looks, "Has anyone blessed the graveyard since the ending of those that are now there?" she asks
Robert Speedwagon	At the appearance of the keyboard, Speedwagon takes a step back, his eyes going wide. He has no idea what this contraption might be until Mairead starts typing on it. The movements look familiar, actually. "Cor blimey! Yer can summon a '''ghostly typewriter'''?!" That would sound utterly ridiculous to anyone from modern day. But that's about the only thing he can think of to associate it with. Then come the questions. He blinks, straightening a little, and moving his gaze from the weird floating 'typewriter' to Mairead again. "Dio? Well 'e's tall, golden blond hair, amber eyes -- no... they're red now, that's right -- about Mr. Joestar's age..." Which he will tell, because he knows; however his player does not. "...Built strongly but mostly in 'is legs. Fangs in 'is mouth, top and bottom, an' can't be out in the sun." That whole 'vampire' thing. He stalls a bit there. "...I just wish I could've done more. All this was so far beyond me. But I wasn't about ter let Mr. Joestar go through it alone! I'm gonna stick by 'im, even if all I can do is hold 'is 'and!" He probably didn't mean that literally. Or if he did, it's important to remember that men of his time were generally freer with platonic affection towards their male friends, so he still probably meant nothing untoward by it.
Mairead Sandilands	Mairead nods as she types and when she is done, the keyboard disappears and she smiles, "It is not a ghostly keyboard," she starts to say, "But it is an ability that I have access to," she adds as she frowns to what Robert says, "Ye are support 'im, and that is important," and she thinks for a moment as she closes her eyes and nods with a smile. "If ye want, I can teach ye to use a sword," she comments to him. "It is a broadsword, but a sword nonetheless," she adds as she waits for his response. "I can also teach ye to use a bow, but I am more skilled with a broadsword."
Robert Speedwagon	"I see," Speedwagon notes, stepping closer to the area where the keyboards were, and passing his hand through the space. Nothing's there, presumably. "Amazin'...! Bein' able ta call up such things from thin air -- I don't know if I'll ever get used ta the Multiverse!" As for learning weapons? He shakes his head. A bit of fear creeps into his tone here -- he remembers having to deal with the situation he discovered how terrible Dio was. "Mortal weapons don't 'ave a chance against 'im. I shot 'im in the 'ead, straight on -- the shot went right through 'is brain, an' it barely registered! It might 'ave stung a bit, but it didn't make 'im falter not one step! An' not just me -- 'e was damn near filled with lead from five guns an' it didn't even knock 'im down!" Once more, he shakes his head. "About all I've seen hurt those sorts is... well, Mr. Joestar's got this ability. Seems 'e can use it when 'e fights -- sendin' this energy inta the undead makes 'em melt away like candles. That seems ta work the best against the undead. I don't 'ave the capability, though... it takes years 'f practice, and I don't 'ave that time. An' the only one what could show me how is dead."
Mairead Sandilands	Thinking, Mairead listens, "I know little ot nothing on vampires, as in me world they are myth and legend. But I am sure there are people within the Paladins that can assist," she comments. "I do know that wood hurts them, at least according to the novel Dracula, that I read by an Irish author," she adds as thinks on the conversation she had with an actual vampire, "I know one vampire personally that would be willing to help me thinks," she mentions. "Actually, I think there are a few in the Multiverse, but I have not met them, just talked with em on the radio," and she thinks for a moment. "It never hurts to learn a weapon or how to use one," she says. "Since there are times, at least within the Multiverse that will require the use of one and since this is a combination of different worlds and places, a little skill helps, no matter how much ye learn," and she smiles. "Again, if ye want to learn,, I can teach ya, I am a Master Swordswoman witht he Broadsword."
Robert Speedwagon	"I thought they were just myth, too," Robert replies. "Had I only known... but Mr. Joestar knows more about 'em than I do. 'E's been studyin' them for some time, even before Dio." he looks confused though. "Wood? Seems silly. Besides, there's no way wood could puncture 'is flesh." As for people who'd help? He looks even MORE confused then! "Why would a vampire help yer against 'is own kind?" He doesn't seem to be able to parse the thought. Though there is something she mentions that draws the smirk back out. "Oh, don'tcha worry 'bout the Interfering Speedwagon. I'm not completely 'elpless. Not against the little ones, against 'is zombies. I can swing a bloody mean sledge'ammer. Also me other hat 'as blades in it. I'm pretty good with it, if I do say so meself." His smirk falls a bit. "It's just Dio 'imself! 'E's a menace! Never seen the like of 'im!"
Mairead Sandilands	Looking, Mairead thinks, "When I first arrive in the Multiverse, I meet a few hunters and they woudl go after Vampires that did what Dio did. However, I also learned that there are Vampires that were converted against their will and hunt vampires as a way to do what is right. There is a young lad I know, who just arrived and he says he is a vampire, but he does not drink from a human or is effected by sunlight," she says in reference to Touta. "I believe he would help if he was asked. I also know within the Paladins that there are a few others who would help as they are after those that harm people," she adds. Nodding, she grins, "I have no doubt that ye do," she says t him. "I sent a message ot the Paladins for any help in locating Dio and we Paladins will do anything to keep people safe, even let the enemy escape if necessary," she mentions.