<div class="floatleft">(http://img208.imageshack.us/img208/7824/post4km.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Todd Wainwright<br/><strong>Species:</strong>Tarrack Daemonling<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Todd's Room<br/><strong>Summary:</strong>WUB WUB WUB WUUUUUB<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Rae<br/><br/><hr/>Todd looked at Rae, and his eyes narrowed. He tried to deduce whether the vampire was lying to him, because the story she just fed him was utterly ludicrous. He pressed the pads of his hands into his eyes and rubbed, and then let out a long, slow breath. "If Tara wants it to happen, I guess I can throw my life away." He said grudgingly, as sacrificing himself to buy time for escape was about all he could do if a the Slayer and a Helka Princess were in the sort of trouble that they needed rescuing from. Granted,  Todd had never met a Slayer, but, well, everyone sort of knew that they were Kind Of A Big Deal. And the Helka were Not To Be Fucked With. And the use of upper case was merited, without argument and not subject to debate.<br/><br/>"I'm about twenty years past my best before, anyway." Todd mumbled to himself, walking around his room and getting himself dressed and kitted up to go back out into the shit. There was a marked difference - he still showed signs of bone-deep weariness, but there was less fumbling and clumsiness to his actions. A sort of efficiency brought on by muscle memory taking over. In roughly a minute, he was ready to go, and out in the hallway with the red-headed vampire.<br/><br/>"If it's really the Slayer, then the odds of them coming back alive are as good as they're ever gonna be." Todd said.