Student newspaper, election edition

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The day after homecoming (*cough* and any post-Homecoming or during Homecoming things that are still being slow played *cough*) found Angelus in the journalism classroom. He'd taken over a few desks and chairs, moving them so that he could sit in one chair with a mug of warm blood on a desk beside him, his feet raised and propped up on a desk in front of him, and a laptop cradled in his lap.

He typed away at his article.

Anyone watching him would notice two things:

1) He was still disturbingly cheerful, albeit focused on his work

2) He was dressed in black jeans, a black long-sleeved, form-fitting T-shirt, black shoes, and a pair of black-rimmed eyeglasses.

It was possible for people to interrupt him if they cared to.

Comments

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"3500 years in the future. What do you think?"

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"It's managed to survive for two thousand plus so far," Angelus said. "Stranger things have happened."

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

Taking her coffee back to the desk, she catches his eye. "No."

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"There are no nuns in the future?" Angelus asked.

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"No Catholic nuns," she corrected him, settling herself in front of her laptop. "Also no priests. No crosses. No holy water."

She sipped. The coffee went down hot and smooth. Ah. Better.

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"That's depressing," Angelus thought about it, cocking his head to one side. "Maybe somewhere I get too good at what I do."

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"Oh," she said sweetly. "Did I leave out the part about the aliens that rip apart anything that smells of human blood? And my descendants, the Nietzscheans that rip them apart with their bone spikes and force weapons that make mine look like toys?"

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"You did," Angelus said. "Though to be fair I did say I had to be a good boy today. So I'm assuming you left it out to avoid the accusation of turning this conversation into pure porn."

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

"Pure porn is when I tell you that I rip the Nietzscheans apart with... oh, but you're being a good boy."

Her fingers tapped out the opening lines of the piece, the occasional banter with Angelus actually providing cadence and tone for the piece.

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"Tease."

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"No."

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That earned her a bark of laughter.

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Beka grinned, smug, and kept right on typing.