delayed x-posting, why not.

[relictusdeus]

You again?

Well, if you insist on lingering about like some manner of infestation then you had might as well make yourself useful. Tell me - what has become of the Belmont clan?

[It's always what he wants to know each and every time he returns. Sorry Isaac, but Konami probably killed the Belmonts, not Dracula.]

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[casualtraveler]

[ The lifeforms here speak strangely, as if some higher being guides them. Perhaps it is the Atlas? I do not feel the Atlas Interface guiding me. Not yet. ]

Belmont?

[relictusdeus]

So you heard. [He rolls his eyes in a sort of long-suffering way.]

[delioncourt]

Why spend your time following a whole clan when you can simply live? Enjoy your life!

[relictusdeus]

[He drinks, he dicks around in all senses, he applies his limitless curiosity to magic and alchemy -- it's about as pleasant as life gets for a Devil Forgemaster. And frankly, without grudges to pursue or wars to fight, it has grown boring for him all too quickly. What does one do with peace, anyway, when it was so seldom had when it mattered?

Isaac grins crookedly. It doesn't reach his eyes.]

I would so hate to miss the spectacle they make of themselves.

[And every century or so Dracula busts out of his coffin, shakes his fist at humanity, and then has his ass beat by some Belmont. Satisfying for Isaac to imagine after being shafted by that crusty old bat. Misplaced loyalty, indeed.]