You're coming to see me. [He laughs, not unkindly.] In this case, hospitality is way more important than tradition.
I'll see you soon.
[Whenever Jarvis arrives, Stefan's standing in the Paisley's kitchen with two freshly-brewed mugs of tea. He brought out the good stuff - some loose-leaf saved from a planet - as well as powdered milk and sugar packets. This is a man who knows what he's about, and it's tea.
His smile is a small, nervous one as he motions for his friend to take a seat.]
Hey. I didn't um, I didn't remember if you took milk or sugar or none of the above.
[He focuses on the act of pouring milk and sugar until the color is just right — it's a lot easier than say, trying to figure out how to explain his immortality and powers to someone whose world lacks them altogether.]
Ah, no, no, it's fine. I wasn't exactly trying to hide my abilities back there.
[Stupid survival instinct just had to kick into overdrive.]
Of course you're safe. [Though now Stefan has to pause and wonder - did Jarvis take ANY precautions before coming over? He hands over a mug, quietly furrowing his brow.] It's more uh -
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What does your world say about "powered" individuals again?
[He is absolutely 100% unarmed without any precaution, because Stefan totally seemed chill and he works with him so W H Y NOT. Who needs a gun if Stefan turns out to be a serial killer or something? Please. They're both civil gentlemen who've caused no trouble.]
I couldn't rightly say; the only man I can think of with any superhuman power is Captain America. But... I would imagine powered individuals would be met with extreme confusion and prejudice, as many groups and ethnicities are, regardless of their character.
[He doesn't sound particularly pleased with the concept.
[He takes a sip of his tea, a little relieved at the idea. Perhaps Peggy and Jarvis (and now Steve?) will never, ever encounter someone like him in the middle of the night.]
You see um, I'm not exactly human. I'm more um, like a vampire.
[That's what he's been reduced to? Stefan doesn't know if he wants to laugh or cry - no memory has prepared him for proving that he is what he says he is.]
[He takes a deep breath, ducking his head so that he can force his true face without too much alarm. The lack of color from his eyes, the veins protruding underneath them, and his unusually long fangs - all of those appear as Stefan dares to look back at Jarvis.
If he's a piece of fiction, how can he look like this?]
[He gives a very undignified yelp at the sudden shift in the man's face as he looks up, arms jolting, and then leans back frozen in his chair. He's not really sure what to say to that face, Mr. Salvatore. Okay, so vampires, they're real, and he's working with one, and — he sure hopes this fellow is as nice as he's been thinking he is -
[He's no stranger to that gulp, and if anything, it causes him to bow his head in deference. His shoes have suddenly become way, way more interesting than the man before him -
[He looks thoughtful for a moment, and then nods firmly.]
... Well, it's nothing to be embarrassed about! We are who we are.
And you're a rather peaceful vampire, from what I know of you. Miss Carter would not speak kindly of someone without them being truly a valuable and trusting acquaintance.
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It's hard to remember I'm not the sole tea-maker.
[Ana makes tea sometimes, but Jarvis loves to prepare food and drink and dote on her, so.
Really he's hopeless.]
I'll be there shortly.
[Its a good thing Stefan isn't a killer vampire guy dude.
Jarvis would walk right into it, bless his soul.]
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I'll see you soon.
[Whenever Jarvis arrives, Stefan's standing in the Paisley's kitchen with two freshly-brewed mugs of tea. He brought out the good stuff - some loose-leaf saved from a planet - as well as powdered milk and sugar packets. This is a man who knows what he's about, and it's tea.
His smile is a small, nervous one as he motions for his friend to take a seat.]
Hey. I didn't um, I didn't remember if you took milk or sugar or none of the above.
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[He loves his tea as prissy as possible, okay.
And he's already quite eased by the concept of a man who appreciates fine tea.
He takes a seat and tries to look a little less formal, with little success.]
... I apologize if I'm being too forward.
I realize I can be a bit - eager.
[It doesn't mean he's not gonna ask a million questions tho.]
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[He focuses on the act of pouring milk and sugar until the color is just right — it's a lot easier than say, trying to figure out how to explain his immortality and powers to someone whose world lacks them altogether.]
Ah, no, no, it's fine. I wasn't exactly trying to hide my abilities back there.
[Stupid survival instinct just had to kick into overdrive.]
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As long as I am safe and sound in your company I am quite willing to broaden my horizons.
And besides, many powered individuals here are really lovely people.
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[ . . . ]
What does your world say about "powered" individuals again?
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I couldn't rightly say; the only man I can think of with any superhuman power is Captain America. But... I would imagine powered individuals would be met with extreme confusion and prejudice, as many groups and ethnicities are, regardless of their character.
[He doesn't sound particularly pleased with the concept.
He rather hates bigots.]
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[He takes a sip of his tea, a little relieved at the idea. Perhaps Peggy and Jarvis (and now Steve?) will never, ever encounter someone like him in the middle of the night.]
You see um, I'm not exactly human. I'm more um, like a vampire.
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Oh, very funny, Mr. Salvatore. I'm sure you would make a fine son to a Bela Lugosi Dracula.
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No one's ever DENIED the possibility of him being one before . . . ]
But I'm completely serious. I've been one for over a century now.
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:'D You kidder.]
Now, I may have been anxious at the thought as a boy, but there simply can't be —
They're just silly old tales to frighten children.
[Jarvis, are you really saying that to the silly old tale guy.]
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[That's what he's been reduced to? Stefan doesn't know if he wants to laugh or cry - no memory has prepared him for proving that he is what he says he is.]
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If he's a piece of fiction, how can he look like this?]
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[He gives a very undignified yelp at the sudden shift in the man's face as he looks up, arms jolting, and then leans back frozen in his chair. He's not really sure what to say to that face, Mr. Salvatore. Okay, so vampires, they're real, and he's working with one, and — he sure hopes this fellow is as nice as he's been thinking he is -
gulp]
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Or maybe he's equally afraid to meet his gaze.]
Vampires aren't what, Mr. Jarvis?
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Then leans on his elbow, hand over his hand, brow furrowed with intense thought and confusion.]
...
This is very new territory.
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[He'll put the vampire face away like a polite person, though his apologetic expression remains.]
But for the record, Stoker got most of the details wrong.
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[He looks thoughtful for a moment, and then nods firmly.]
... Well, it's nothing to be embarrassed about! We are who we are.
And you're a rather peaceful vampire, from what I know of you. Miss Carter would not speak kindly of someone without them being truly a valuable and trusting acquaintance.
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[He draws in a breath. No matter how long it's been, Stefan still finds praise hard to believe - especially when it's from someone he admires.]
I'll have to thank her later. [His expression softens, considerably.] And you, as well, for being so trusting.
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[He smiles a bit playfully, the conversation helping rattle his concern of vampires.
Ssssort of. It's a work in progress.]
I would be disingenuous if I said I expected — vampirism.
But if you wanted me for lunch...
I'm certain you would have invited me at a decent lunch hour.
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Ah, no, I don't eat people. That's not halal.
[Stefan laughs at his own terrible joke, pausing to clarify - ]
Halal meaning um, not permissible. I take pills most of the time, and animal blood, whenever I can get my hands on it.
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--delicious...? Delicious, yes.
[I'm trying not to be offensive okay.]
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No, you were right the first time. The pills - and sometimes the blood too - are absolutely disgusting.
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[HE IS DISTURBED AT THE THOUGHT]
... You cope very well.
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