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      You look quietly out of the old and rusting bus. Your brother,  Farkas Van Helsing but everyone calls him Van Helsing or Helsing, never Farkas, sat beside you looking very bored.    You are on your way to Gravity Falls, a sleepily little town in the middle of no where, as you brother put it so plainly. Your (e/c) eyes studied each and every tiny detail of the outside world.   Van Helsing leaned back in his seat, his brown and black hair stuck out from under the old leather hat, that hat I said to have been pasted down from the very first of the Helsing family. He has on a black leather trench coat with many belts and pockets on it,