As Gary looked around he noted a variety of scenes all of which were pretty mundane to the vampire but they warranted some study. While patience was a virtue, or rather an inevitability for his kind, the Malicious Missionary was not feeling all that virtuous at least not in that way. Gary knew that he was working against a ticking clock, as he had no idea how long he would be allowed to saunter throughout the City of Sins, and the fact that he had not heard so much as breathing from this lad did concern him.
 
The vampire's face contorted into a grimace, pursing his lips and lowering immaculate eyebrows. He shut his tome as he once again removed his shoulder and turned to face the man he thought was destined to be a part of the conversion process and spoke. [color=fff200]"My, my well how time flies. I see that, by your hhrm, wordless demeanor and astute attention to the processes of rigormortis that you are so entranced by the shiny baubles of light. So... I'll erm..."[/color]
 
Gary scratched the back of his head as he thought about how to conclude his departure with the man. In the back of Gary's mind, he had an idea. Among his kind many were esteemed landed gentry who existed in a high echelon of respect and power, while at this particular juncture in time Gary was not. He knew this and the thought of it occasionally crept up back into his mind in between breaks of unholy prayer and studying of the scripture.
 
This would be an excellent time to have a test against a subject who clearly would not judge him if he failed to properly vocalize the articulation patterns associated with the aristocrats of this day and age.
 
[color=fff200]"Observe you on the side of the flip... you uh, dig, my lupus familiaris..."[/color] With that Gary gave an uneasy smirk, pointed at Nero and began waggling his right index finger at him before quickly scurrying off.
 
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Well, now that the Malicious Missionary sorted out that maladroit meeting, or rather attempt at it, he now needed to focus his attention on a group of individuals he could easily find some common ground with for a chance to parlay it into a more advantageous position in his primary goal of conversion, but also his own personal goal of climbing the metaphorical ladder of hierarchy. So that ruled out trying to join up with the ogres and related creatures, as Gary was not that arrogant to assume he could rub shoulders with them as brothers. It ruled out a fair amount of the goblins as even they held too lofty of a standing for now. The harpies might have been a possibility but he was nowhere near sufficient enough to participate in their games of gossip.
 
That left him realistically with two choices.
 
The first of the options were to introduce himself to the the small shushu, a rather particularly nasty breed of cat that for some reason or another wished to be buried in its owner's hair. Gary assumed this was its attempt to chew through the skull in order to pilot a bipedial being in an attempt to further the parasitic process. Of course he had not taken enough courses to be sure whether or not that was what the cat's purpose was for such activities but he had a good hunch about it. Handling that cat was, oh dear. Oh dear, that was the [i]thing[/i] that had changed Doctor Dreary, the Mysterious Transfer Student X. Once upon a time long before that transfer student arrived, Doctor Dreary used to be a proctor full of piss and vinegar, a man who was feared for such brutality and carnage. But then he had the misfortune of having to test that one over, and over and over again breaking him down into the miserable and apathetic wretch that he was today. And lastly they were with the [i]"Toy-boy"[/i], some child who had no real proper faith.
 
While converting and showing light to the faithless would be a fine test, Gary did not want to press his luck with the thing or deal with a shushu attempting to burrow into his skull. So he was left to go with the other group and so he sauntered over to them. Well he would've sauntered to all of them, but it appeared that one of the fellow lowlifes was voted off the island, so to speak. Or perhaps they were exiled for bringing the collective group of the insectoid woman, the purple gremlin and the hazmat suit down. Gary was not sure and it would be impolite to ask this upon a first meeting with the other two maidens and the suit.
 
The vampire took a moment to adjust his cravat with his free-hand and return his Dastardly Book of Dick under his left shoulder, before giving a flourish with the right hand and bowing his head slightly. [color=fff200]"Salutations dear developing debutantes in waiting..."[/color] As he begun that his eyes focused on the Captain in the hazmat suit trying to figure out a polite way to speak to them, [color=fff200]"...and aspiring soldier? Gaseous cloud entombed by a suit? Multiple persons stacked upon each other attempting t-"[/color]

Raising his head back up, Gary shook his head. [color=fff200]"At this juncture such a thing does not hold too much warranted importance. What does hold importance is that of scheming, of plotting most malevolent machinations and I, I am at service here for such things. I am Sir Harding, Gary Harding. Missionary."[/color] With that Gary bared out his fangs trying to show off a proper smile of enjoyment and not so much that of a more monstrous grin.

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