How the fuck would someone around here get their hands on —
[But no, Columbo's off and running again, because there are bits and pieces of his kneejerk assumptions that don't quite add up to the things he's actually observed, and it's going to be a painstaking process sorting them out.]
The gods or whatever around here don't pull shit like that. When they want to affect someone, they just do it. They wouldn't need tools. So it had to be a person. Someone who knows enough about hurting a vampire to know what works, and someone who could get their hands on the stuff it'd take to make some contraption like that. That'd take a priest, right? Someone holy — there aren't a lot of those around here, Avdol had a hell of a time finding one when he wanted to get married.
[...]
And his house was clean. The same, the furniture wasn't changed or even moved. Nobody jumped him in his house. You wouldn't restrain somebody on the street, it'd draw attention. You'd have to get him somewhere that you could hold him — but then why wouldn't he say anything...
[Something's not right. Something's not adding up.]
He'll probably be pissed if I try to do something about it, but I don't care. He can kick my ass when he's well. How do you fix it.
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[But no, Columbo's off and running again, because there are bits and pieces of his kneejerk assumptions that don't quite add up to the things he's actually observed, and it's going to be a painstaking process sorting them out.]
The gods or whatever around here don't pull shit like that. When they want to affect someone, they just do it. They wouldn't need tools. So it had to be a person. Someone who knows enough about hurting a vampire to know what works, and someone who could get their hands on the stuff it'd take to make some contraption like that. That'd take a priest, right? Someone holy — there aren't a lot of those around here, Avdol had a hell of a time finding one when he wanted to get married.
[...]
And his house was clean. The same, the furniture wasn't changed or even moved. Nobody jumped him in his house. You wouldn't restrain somebody on the street, it'd draw attention. You'd have to get him somewhere that you could hold him — but then why wouldn't he say anything...
[Something's not right. Something's not adding up.]
He'll probably be pissed if I try to do something about it, but I don't care. He can kick my ass when he's well. How do you fix it.