#~tag tbd; alaric saltzman

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Closed Starter - @damcns

Clearly past Damon, vampirism still in fact giving that much away as the male seated himself beside the eldest Salvatore at the Mystic Grill bar. A whiskey was quickly ordered, thanking the bartender quietly before his gaze fell on the vampire beside him. “I know I said I was gonna try and cut back,” Alaric taunts softly. “But let’s be real, that was never actually gonna stick.”

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"Fairies," Alaric repeats before shaking his head. "Can't say I know too much about those but I do know someone that might be able to help. We've only had one fairy at our school- actually that any of us have ever met. Wade Rivers, track him down he may be able to help you."

"Fairies," he said, "I'm just curious about 'em, I met one of them the other day and I didn't even know they existed," he said, telling mostly the truth. "I just want to know as much as I can seeing as she married a good friend of mine"

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His head turns in the direction of the voice calling him out, hum falling from his lips as he lowered his glass of bourbon to the bartop. "Depends on what species you're trying to research," Alaric counters. "I have limited knowledge on the newer species but you're welcome to look through the boarding schools archives. Hope might even be able to help you better than I can."

@traegics - alaric

He knew of Alaric, hell everyone knew of Alaric, he was a vital part of New Falls... Or was it Mystic Orleans? Whatever the hell they were calling this merged city he was still an integral part of it. "Mr. Saltzman," he said as he ran up to him, "I was wondering if you could help me with something. It's about possible species research"

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“You’d be surprised, buddy,” Alaric counters, brow rising as a grin tugs against his lips. “Dragons and gremlins and golems, oh my. Just to name a few of the changes I’ve witnessed. A lot of changes around here.” Glass is raised in the others direction, chuckle leaving his lips as he nods. “No time to start repaying those than the present, right?”

If Damon's head had turned any faster he would have snapped his own neck. He blinks twice in surprise, clearing his vision to make sure he isn't just seeing things. There's no denying it's Ric, a version that's a little older, and based on what he's just said, probably wiser. "Doesn't sound like a whole lot actually does around here," he agrees, because for all the complaining he's done over wanting to be back home, this version of reality had his best friend alive and breathing. And not trying to kill him, which is decidedly much better than when Damon had seen him last. He can't help his grin. "You owe me too many rounds to quit now."