Nathan is dealing blackjack, because why not, he likes to feel useful with his death too, and it wouldn't be very fair for him to play it. His table's short a player right now.
"Hah. That's good. Much more fun than 'Don't do that.' Not that I don't have a couple odd stories, myself. One time it was a bad idea to leave the house for three full days, and it took me a week more to figure out that there had been a rabid raccoon sleeping under my doormat. Of course, down here I'd just assume Chainsaw was in the neighborhood."
"Yeah, I've managed to avoid him - partially power, partially that the lovely lady in question is more or less his girlfriend and often has a general idea of where he's going to be. You contract out your sentence? ...Did you have one, or are you just barely this side of the cliffs?"
"I have no idea how I managed to die, actually, one moment I'm resisting the urge to get into a barfight with my significant other's crush and the next I'm getting served papers for eating people. But being a vampire was pretty good! And when the Volturi were usurped I was in on the ground floor of their replacement, that was nice."
"It turns out vampires can survive just fine on animal blood. It just tastes nasty enough that only a couple of vampires, you know, noticed, and the folks they told largely did not care. One of the discoverers of this ethically mollifying fact was the new Empress's father-in-law, so when she stepped in she made eating people illegal."
"Second one, definitely. So the Empress was gearing up to have herself a little rebellion, and I was staying out of the way, and then I received a visit from a lady named Addy. She copies powers and suspected I might exist, via indirect this-and-that, and my timer thought I ought to be there to say hello when she stopped by my little isle. To borrow my sense of occasion, you see, because she was in the little dustup up to her ears. She had previously been borrowing a power centered around the making of plans, and my power and that one agreed that I had best go join the rebellion, and at a key moment I escorted the now-Princess through a lot of werewolves in order to prevent any of them from alerting their Volturi lords and masters."
"There weren't any active werewolves running around during when you would've been alive. They only actually turn into proper werewolves in the presence of vampires, and vampires left them alone until the Empress decided to go shake hands with all of 'em in an attempt to gather allies for her rebellion. It didn't work very well. Ultimately delayed her five years."
"Well, if it worked out well in the end, I guess that's all right. Rather a shame I missed it, I always liked playing for huge stakes but never found something where the reward felt right. Ending mass murder and making yourselves the secret government would have, I think. In fact...," He asks his luck If I'd dodged the planes and met them? It replies with a strong positive feeling. "... Yeah, would have been a good bet."
"Eh, vampires can swallow food if they have to but it's not remotely pleasant. By the time I died everyone was on this lovely substance called golden bubbly, conjured up by magic from inspiration from a magic bar. There wasn't much to miss, for me, haute cuisine a la peasant in medieval western Europe was nothing to get up early in the morning for. Also, turns out, I'm allergic to gluten, that was a fun mystery to track down in the early days of deadness."