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[belmont]

If it is what you desire, Mundane. I will not stop you.

Comments

[firstlegend]

You should show a little more spine.

[belmont]

You mistake consideration for fear, my lady.

[firstlegend]

I mistake your assertion for nothing but itself. Or are you servant to this mun?

[belmont]

I am but an extension of his imagination and will. Nothing more.

[firstlegend]

That's how a quitter thinks.

[belmont]

If that is what you believe.

[Far be it for him to argue with a woman, but Simon is anything but, if nothing else.]

[firstlegend]

... Or perhaps you're just frustratingly polite.

[belmont]

...

[Slowly, he cracks a slight smile.]

Perhaps.

[firstlegend]

-And she softens considerably.- That much is at least harmless.

[daddy_issues]

You may not feel that way for long.

[belmont]

[Ah, one of the Legendary Three...]

Is that so? Why?

[daddy_issues]

Generally, most mundanes are not particularly.. kind. I'm sure you will find out soon enough.

[ 8| ]

[belmont]

[His mun is nice. Most of the time...]

How so?

[Just so he can prepare.]

[daddy_issues]

[ yeah right. ]

......

My mundane had me killed, not a day after creating this journal.

[ we're not gonna mention behindtheshedsex with ricky.

or, you know

the crossdressing. ]

[belmont]

[...what the hell.]

Had you killed?

[daddy_issues]

Killed. At your mundane's suggestion, no less.

[ huhuhu tattling ]

[belmont]

[Alucard, you asshole...]

... At my Mundane's request?

[Suddenly, he's feeling a little hesitant about everything.]

Why would...?

[daddy_issues]

[ WHOOPS you mad? ]

It's what they enjoy. I cannot explain it, but you had best prepare yourself.

[belmont]

I will take heed. Many thanks, Sir Alucard.

[Gulp.

AND YES. /turns ignition on the Belmontmobile]

[daddy_issues]

It's nothing. I can only hope that perhaps you won't be targeted.

[ but that seems unlikely.

WHATEVER MAN he ain't neva scurred ]

[poweroflegend]

Strange. The mun was just wondering when our 'spokesman' would finally join us.

[belmont]

[Great Granddad... brb, inwardly fanboying.]

Spokesman?

[poweroflegend]

Are you not our most revered son? The one everyone thinks of first when the Belmont name comes to mind? You certainly speak for the rest of us in the world of the mundanes. 'Tis but fitting you've found your way here.

[belmont]

I...

[He's humbled by just meeting his ancestor, and even more so by his words.]

I am undeserving of such praise. I would not be the man that I am had it not been for your valiant efforts, noble ancestor. I only strive to bring honor to my name, nothing more.

[poweroflegend]

[Ahaha, add about three more 'greats' there. Everyone keeps forgetting poor Christopher.]

And honor it you have. More than any of us who came before you, I daresay. This whip is clearly in good hands.

Just... try not to lose your dignity out there.

[vladtheimpaler]

[See, this is the way you should act all the time Simon.]

[belmont]

[You should act dead FOREVER, Drac.]

[thelittlemacthatcould]

What's a mundane...?

[belmont]

Those who...monitor us.

[Or control us, if you prefer. Simon doesn't like that verbiage.]

[thelittlemacthatcould]

Oh!! Y'mean like Miss Mun, yeah? [He glances over his shoulder.] Gotchya.

[belmont]

Precisely.

[Lively one, isn't he?]

[thelittlemacthatcould]

[Incredibly.]

Feels like m'always seein' people gettin' mad at their muns an' all... guess you an' I got pretty lucky, huh.

[belmont]

I see no reason to regard mine with any ill will.

[He's not exactly sure if he's lucky or not yet. Considering his mun...]

[thelittlemacthatcould]

['Ill will.' Who really talks like that these days, he wonders. This dude doesn't look old.]

Uh, sure. Name's Mac, by the way. [A hand is offered.] Nice t'meetchya, sir.