Pastamancer
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Bob had refreshed his vampiric odor, one he'd have to keep as long as possible to keep people from messing with him. No one messes with a 5000 year old 'vampire lord,' he'd reckoned. Of course it all was a load of bull, but they didn't have to know that. To keep up the facade he'd pilfered an ugly umbrella from the lost and found-- vampires didn't like sunlight, he heard, so he would carry it around all day.
Bob walked through the courtyard, cool, calm and collected. The werewolves and such could smell his fear if he was afraid, so he didn't think of the terrible things that could befall a wimpy wizard caught in the wrong place at the wrong time. The open umbrella, if his odor didn't convince completely, would be good enough protection opened.
Bob walked through the courtyard, cool, calm and collected. The werewolves and such could smell his fear if he was afraid, so he didn't think of the terrible things that could befall a wimpy wizard caught in the wrong place at the wrong time. The open umbrella, if his odor didn't convince completely, would be good enough protection opened.