Deon waits in line, his oversized Carry on bag in one hand, and his shoulder bag with Computer components and Spare parts in his other hand. Deon waits in line, one by one the measly mortals go through the very impressive TSA. Deon has had very little experience with the TSA, but he had heard brutal stories of how they are some of the mortals best security experts. It will take everything he has to get his dead father past them. he wasn't prepare for the X-ray scanners though. "Shit...." he mumbled to himself as he placed his bag on the security system.
He gave his ID, but once his first bag went through the scanner the inspectors removed his bag, then started to search through all the computer components, that if assembled right could be used for a decent collection of blades. They shrugged off his bag then move onto his second one. At this one they looked concerned. "Sir? What's in the bag?" It's too late, the mortals found father. Deon was getting ready to fight now, but he noticed that the mortals seemed more confused rather then concerned. So he;d play along for now. "My uh... Work studies." The inspectors looks at him confused, then opened his bag revealing the several hundred year old corpse. "Sir? Is that a dead body?" They were on to him, he needed to improvise. Then he had an idea, one he would regret and never share later. He would also make sure to execute the mortals later. "That's not a dead body that's.... My ventriloquist Dummy?" They didn't seem to buy it at first. "Really? Show us then." He was worried they'd say that.
Deon went over to his Father's remains and picked them up, trying not to break them even more. Then awkwardly placed his hand inside his Father's skull. "I'm sorry father..." he said under his breath again. Then he started with the act, which he honestly sucked at. "Hello mortals, I am.... Puppet king. Fear me." Deon was actually trying, but between his lips moving more then the Puppet's it wasn't so well. "Don't quite your day job..." Then they let him through, where he delicately packed his father's remains into the case again, and continued on. Deon only hoped that the humans were not too suspicious, or that Dracula would remember that.
He gave his ID, but once his first bag went through the scanner the inspectors removed his bag, then started to search through all the computer components, that if assembled right could be used for a decent collection of blades. They shrugged off his bag then move onto his second one. At this one they looked concerned. "Sir? What's in the bag?" It's too late, the mortals found father. Deon was getting ready to fight now, but he noticed that the mortals seemed more confused rather then concerned. So he;d play along for now. "My uh... Work studies." The inspectors looks at him confused, then opened his bag revealing the several hundred year old corpse. "Sir? Is that a dead body?" They were on to him, he needed to improvise. Then he had an idea, one he would regret and never share later. He would also make sure to execute the mortals later. "That's not a dead body that's.... My ventriloquist Dummy?" They didn't seem to buy it at first. "Really? Show us then." He was worried they'd say that.
Deon went over to his Father's remains and picked them up, trying not to break them even more. Then awkwardly placed his hand inside his Father's skull. "I'm sorry father..." he said under his breath again. Then he started with the act, which he honestly sucked at. "Hello mortals, I am.... Puppet king. Fear me." Deon was actually trying, but between his lips moving more then the Puppet's it wasn't so well. "Don't quite your day job..." Then they let him through, where he delicately packed his father's remains into the case again, and continued on. Deon only hoped that the humans were not too suspicious, or that Dracula would remember that.
There's no real thought to this post, and it's not an actual plot post so I could risk it with the site being iffy for me today. But I picture something like this going down at the Airport with Deon.
