<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette4.wikia.nocookie.net/dnd4/images/7/75/Doppelganger.png/revision/latest?cb=20141127041027)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Name:</strong> Vyx, aka Rachael Kyleson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=277865.msg13656378#msg13656378)<br/><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st<br/><strong>Time:</strong> 8 AM<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Living Area (https://i.imgur.com/BwCPhrY.jpg)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sophie Reynes, OPEN<br/><strong>Warning:</strong>  <br/></td></tr></tbody></table><hr/><hr/>Vyx definitely caught the cleavage view, and her lips faintly curled into a smile, but the next question struck it from her face pretty quickly.  She wasn't hurt in the least bit, and she was more than willing to answer, but it did sadden her a bit.  "Now you understand why people are afraid of us."  Her words came out softly, almost overwhelmed by the music on the television.<br/><br/>Still, she answered the question seriously and to the best of her ability, and wasn't the least bit offended.  "There's not a lot of good ones.  You can do a blood test, text them on their phone, and magical sources can reveal a doppelganger pretty easily, but if one is evil enough to try to fool you, they can probably figure out what you're thinking well enough to convince you."<br/><br/>It was the kind of thing that Vyx took very seriously.  Doppelgangers had a very bad stereotype for the act, and even though she wouldn't do that kind of thing - they'd kick her out of the apartment, and she'd deserve it - she wasn't going to lie about the possibility.  Of course, everyone could do all sorts of wicked things that they just didn't do.<br/><br/>"There's a magic shop Cailleach Poitigeir in town...at least, there used to be."  Her eyes drifted for a moment.  "I have to check if it's still there.  They'll probably be able to sell you something magical that can tell you, though.  If you want."<br/><br/>She pushed a bit of a smile, reminding herself that Sophie wasn't accusing her or anything like that.  "Sometimes I don't even do actors and actresses, but just the characters they play, making sure there's no confusion whatsoever.  I've done an 18 year old Hermione Granger before as a professor for tutoring..."  She gently curled a few strands of hair around her fingers.  "...and some other things."<br/><br/>Her eyes drifted towards the television, checking the time.  "When do you have to go to work?"