On his suddenly decided reservation for rubycity_rp

[neverwasavampire]

This is a choice I will support all the way, My master. I greatly wish to express my displeasure with the foul Hungarian impostor parading around with my name over there... with every single one of my lances.

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[arttoenchant]

I have held out hope for such an event since the day he appeared!

[neverwasavampire]

You should not be so glad of my coming, fabricator of tales. Once I have well and truly put a final agonizing end to that unholy wretch, I shall come next for you and Saber of the Red. Grail War or no, I intend to settle things with The Red Faction. [Guess who's more than a tad bitter about falling victim to the Curse of the Lancer class aka "being Lancer is suffering"?]

[arttoenchant]

[He waves a hand, totally ignoring the threat. When the going gets tough Caster gets going, so.]

But there is so much I've wished to show to you! And of course, to ask!

[Aw, but he so likes the Lancer curse.]

[what_is_a_man]

As if there wasn't enough confusion already.

[neverwasavampire]

Let me assure you of just one thing, perverse mockery of my name. No matter how long or arduous the task involved takes, I will kill you in a manner that is most permanent.

[what_is_a_man]

And just who is the mockery of who? You will try, however, and fail. Throughout countless centuries, many have tried, and none have succeeded. What makes you so certain that you are any different, when you lack any of my power?

[neverwasavampire]

[And then Vlad breaks into uproarious, almost crazed laughter as if he had just heard the funniest joke in all the world.]

AHA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA

[This continues on for several minutes before stopping just as suddenly as it started.]

See, This why you cannot possible be me. In my lives, as both a mortal man and a Servant, I have always been pitted against impossible odds. Whether it was the endless Ottoman hordes pouring into my land again and again or having to take on all six of the Red Faction Servants at once, the struggles I have taking part in have almost always had one thing in common, being utterly hopeless in their outcome for me. Yet I endured and fought on, even til the bitter end. So being at a great disadvantage and facing the prospect of a futile war against you is not something that worries me in the least, it's what I fully expect.