EVENT: Part Deux: The nerd patrol meets a vampire

[bluesuit_handy]

Continued from here.

"I'm sure we could work something out," protested Handy, slipping sideways along the desk in an attempt not to be cornered against it. "And--oh--and I'm not human! I'm probably the wrong temperature!" He gave a weak grin that didn't reach his eyes as he wracked his mind for anything he might have in his pockets that would prove a defense against Eric. He did still have the lamp in his hand, at least, and that might do as a weapon.

"Nonsense. I can tell you are," Eric said with a predatory smile as he cocked his head aside slightly. "I'll be very gentle, I promise."

"You're threatening to drink his blood, and we're supposed to trust your word?" Topher asks skeptically. He's never been that quick to trust. He takes another careful step towards them, holding up his hands in a sort of let's not do anything hasty gesture, even if no one is paying too much attention to him.

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[bluesuit_handy]

"Can't say I put much faith in a vampire's promises," said Handy, remembering the plasmavore again. Though she hadn't exactly promised to be gentle, had she? More like she'd had her slabs hold him down while she'd stuck a straw in his neck, which had hurt, by the way.

He finally stopped backing away now that he was in a position where he at least wasn't trapped against the desk, forcing himself to hold his ground in the hope that Eric would stop moving toward him if he stopped trying to move away. "Come on," he said, reaching for a calmer tone of voice. "You don't really need it right this second, do you?"

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When Eric steps forward, a mix of anger or desperation flares up in Topher. It's less than a week since Adelle was killed in front of him -- even if it didn't really happen, it runs deep with him, and he is not seeing another of his friends hurt.

He's not even thinking as he quickly steps forward, snatching up the metal half of the lamp, not hearing what Eric says before he bonks him hard on the head -- not hard enough to knock him out, but definitely hard enough to give him something to think about -- before stepping back, wide-eyed at what he just did.