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Off topic: Absolutely. Run with it!

Off topic: Apologies to Vezerne. Maybe this will fix the snafu..

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Gazing intently now at the Sophia water-stained backside of the self-proclaimed 'Ex-Primate of Constantinople', whose soaked cotton Dockers trousers only emphasized his obvious adherance to a somewhat perverse existential version of the Great Schism, Mjx could only further admire Felix's amazing language skills.

She recalled with a wry smile how he had been able to fully understand the Pali speaking and triple harelipped Indian order taker through the static and muff of that Bangalore McDonalds drive-in kiosk can-and-string communication system. Amazing..and now this: he was instantly able to ferret out this impostor, this Bulgarian WeirdWolf, from his faint accent, an accent barely hinting at the typical Bulgarian Old Church Slavonic penchant toward both the Yat vowel Ѣ and the Proto-Slavic reflexes tj and dj.

The beast's wallet had fallen out of his back pocket when he hit the ground. Mjx bent over (much to Felix's delight), picked up the wallet and pulled out a worn and faded card from deep from within one of its many odoriferous folds. She translated aloud from the Hungarian to English, still fully bent over, Felix's wide eyes continuing to caress and examine in detail her wonderfully pear-shaped bottom:

"Present This Card At Castle Dracul For your Free Bottle of Monarchia Tokaji Cuvee "Blood Red O+"

Felix used his left hand to press his folded handkercheif over the slit in his neck in an attempt to quell the bleeding as he began walking around the greedy-eyed Mjx. He slipped his RIM Wireless Handhelds 957 BlackBerry Internet Edition out of his pants pocket with his right hand, clicking online and smoothly into the Neverending Fragrance Story thread to find out what the hell they were supposed to do next. Pluran's post: "...." stopped him dead in his tracks.

"Now they are telling us what to do next in Morse Code fercrissake..", he mumbled as he handed the BlackBerry to Mjx for her opinion but, hands slippery with blood, she never got a good grip. They both watched it slip from her fingers and shatter into several pieces as it hit the ground.

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Four weeks later we find Mjx and Felix traveling to The Transylvanian castle of Vlad the Impaler, the inspiration (some say the reason) for Bram Stoker’s Count Dracula. Located near the historic city of Brasov, in central Romania, Bran Castle is associated with 15th-century Prince Vlad Tepes III, tenderly known as Vlad the Impaler from the method by which he dispatched his enemies, and many of the locals swear he is still sometimes seen lurking there after the Sun sets and dark night blankets the countryside.

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"Nice touch, Felix", Mjx spoke softly over the top of the pages of 'Dracula's Guest'. Felix had given her a copy to read during their 'scenic horse drawn closed-coach' ride through the forrest to Bran Castle. The real first chapter of Stoker's Dracula, he had explained, had been deleted by Stoker's parsimonious publisher as "irrelevant", over the author's objections.

She had enjoyed reading it for the past hour, occasionally licking her lips in excited anticipation of the next page, until fading sunlight made it impossible to continue. "I rooted for the wolves, of course", she purred, smiling wryly, her head already turned toward the open window, eyes feasting on the deliciously orange globe slowly sinking below the far horizon.

Ahead, the coachman's whip cracked twice as if to spur the horses on to a faster pace. Mjx stirred uncomfortably as she felt the first chill of the coming cold night lick at her rosy cheeks. Felix, seated across from her and nodding sleepily, began to weep blood from the pink scar of his neck wound...

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