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Where the universe is concerned, Olaf doesn't generally question its choices. Bad things happen. Good things happen. Strange things happen, but usually it all fits together in the larger pieces of the puzzle. It's why he doesn't really do so much more than shrug when instead of walking into Mike's bar, he walks into a party in full swing where he doesn't recognize a single guest.

It's not like this is the first time it's happened to Olaf. Generally, him recognizing someone in a crowd full of people is usually a start. Still, he has learned to go with the stranger events in the universe and no one's died as a result of this little left turn, so he grabs the joint he'd tucked away behind his ear and drifts into the throng of people, observing the summer-like nature of the party from the vibrant drinks to the decorations to the clothes everyone's wearing. Really, this could very well still be Auckland for all he knows and whatever he took earlier had been laced stronger than usual, but Olaf's sort of getting the feeling there's more to it than that.

With no shoes and a Hawaiian shirt fit for a king, Olaf feels like he fits right into the breezy, summer theme of the party around him. He might not know how he got here, but Olaf's never turned down a good party. This one holds a great deal of promise.

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"Now, yes. We used to terrorize them before and the shift is not entirely pleasant. I guess it was inevitable. There's so many more of them than us and technology has improved by leaps and bounds."

Eric was certain that eventually, his kind would be corralled and imprisoned, or, worse, given the true death one by one until they no longer existed. Only the oldest and strongest vampires would survive.

Olaf's not sure that the Norse pantheon ever truly terrorized the mortals, but he supposes enough illicit affairs and bad decisions would eventually count towards being a mistake. At least, that's his general feeling on the matter. "Should I be afraid for my life?" Olaf asks, wondering if, indeed, he could die in that manner. "Or am I safe thanks to technology?"

"You're safe thanks to not being vampire. I presume gods don't actually eat their followers."

Eric was reasonably sure of that in his own religion though he could not speak for all religions. "But don't fear. I don't plan to wreak any havoc here."

Yet, anyway.

"Some did, but mainly the Greek pantheon. I'm afraid to say that us Norse gods were more concerned with fucking and drinking," he confesses, given that the hyperactive sex drive isn't exactly a bad thing, but he knows some of his family isn't overly fond of it. "If you are planning on a second Ragnarok, so to speak, just make sure you give me a nudge of fair warning," he says brightly.

"Only common courtesy," Eric agreed. Right now, it didn't seem like he would be staging any kind of coup. He had always enjoyed living his life and seeking out his pleasures without the interference of the government or higher powers and the hotel, at least on the surface, seemed like the ideal place to do that.

Others had grander ambitions, larger plans, but Eric's one desire had been to kill Russell for destroying his family and that was done now and a thing of the past; he had no ambition past it.