on a possible app (netflix edition - possible spoils in comments)

[ancestralwhip]

So, you've decided that adding me to your senseless menagerie is amusing and a good way to pass the time. There's no proper ale or bed here. Not even a fucking vampire to slay. Yet, here we are. Wasting time. As you sit there debating if you're going to shove me into this game that you're being "enabled" into.

[ Trevor sighs and crosses his arms. ]

Just... leave me out of it. We've got a year till the next season, so, just let me be. Or give me a fucking bed and I might consider this "application" you'll be writing.

Not that you're listening anyways.

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canonblind, but couldn't resist

[cherrycocktail]

[No proper ale nor a vampire to slay, hmm?]

Now, I wouldn't say that. You're jumping to conclusions!

[He raises a glass of wine, clearly talking about the alcohol, and winks.]

There are all sorts of entertainment to be had here.

if you have netflix, i definitely reccomend it. so, sooo good.

[ancestralwhip]

Or, I used my eyes to tell what other sort of ruffians and thieves she's got locked up in here with me.

[ Wine is fine and all, but not nearly strong enough for him. ]

Maybe where your writer keeps you locked up. Everything for me is dull and duller. I'd prefer if she left me sleeping under a tree somewhere.

alas, i do not. it looks super good...

[cherrycocktail]

[Well, it's not like Rayflo minds a stiffer drink, but wine is still stronger than ale! Where he's from, at least. You never know, do you?]

Now, don't tease the poor lady. We're grown men; we can entertain ourselves... can't we?

[He licks his lips at that. Probably a drop of wine there. Yup, that's gotta be it. Either way, he continues more lightheartedly a moment later.]

Sleeping is the best you can do? Tut-tut. And what was that about vampire hunting, then? Should you really be lazing off with such an important mission to accomplish?

[trombeoverride]

[Sitting on the foot of a giant black mecha Ratsel just looks at Trevor while drinking from a bottle.]

Now you can't always drink or be at war, sometimes you just have to appreciate the quiet.

[ancestralwhip]

[ A giant black.... nevermind. Trevor isn't going to ask. He's hardly drunk enough for any of this. ]

Things did not go well for my family when the times were quiet. [ Bitter? Nope. ] If I'm to pass the time the same way as I did before? I would prefer it with ale and a tree to sleep under. Not being a toy of amusement for some fucking bastard to giggle at to themselves.

[trombeoverride]

"Hrm... I know a man who lost everything when things were quiet. But he at least enjoyed learning how to make his own ale."

[With that he tosses the bottle towards the cranky vampire hunter]

"One of his.... Kicks like a mule."

[umbralshadows]

I could build you one, if you prefer. 'owever, I feel as though you'd appreciate this more.

[She knows that feeling. Have a mug of one of the stronger ales in her player's headspace.]

[ancestralwhip]

[ BLESS HER PLAYER. Trevor nods in thanks and actually gives the lady a smile as he takes it. ]

What would your services cost me, ma'am?

[umbralshadows]

[Never question a player whose parent is super conservative and political to not have alcohol in the house and headspace. /sage nod.]

Depends on how elaborate we're talking. Though I can guarantee even the simplest of mine are able to take a beating, if ye catch my drift.

[Twinkle.]

[charcoal_and_chalk]

You kill vampires? [the thought of that actually horrifies Trin a little.]

I mean I know some are bad, but there are bad shifters and humans too.

[ancestralwhip]

Yes, I do. My family has quite a history of slaying the undead. [ Is that a problem? ]

God and Hell can handle the worst of humanity in their own ways. Me? I'm concerned about what vampires and their ilk bring on the land... and when there is none of them? I'd like the company of some ale and a bed.

All three I am seemingly short on here. God truly enjoys the misery of my life.

[holyflames]

"Proper" ale? Since when were you so selective, Belmont?

[ancestralwhip]

Since your group of Speakers lacked any sort of ale.

[ He huffs. ]

That and people keep offering me wine.

[bindsthedead]

I've learned to treasure the times when there are no Dead or other monsters to slay.

Or other foes to fight, in some games.

[ancestralwhip]

Most of my life has been times without that as of late. Thanks to the Church.

[ He has such a bitter tone in his voice. ] "Some games"?

[tyrant_flughude]

Slaying vampires, huh? [And here is an obvious vampire.] Is that your job or just a past time?

[ancestralwhip]

Both. Actually. A family tradition. [ Grabbing for his whip now... ]

[oncrack]

Slaying vampires? Seriously?!

[ why are the hot ones always like this? ]

[ancestralwhip]

Sorry, did I misspeak? I'm a fucking vampire hunter. What else would I do? Sit there and chat about the weather through their bloody coffins?

[slayering]

The lack of vampires around here has pretty much forced me into retirement. Well that and my mun keeps leaving me to go play with other people, which is totally just... peachy.

[ buffy don't you lie. ]

Still it would be nice to dust a vampire or two. Or three. It's been a while.

[ancestralwhip]

Forced retirement. That sounds a bit familiar... if you use retire to explain ostracized by your whole god damn country. My writer seems keen on making sure all those fucking vampires come and talk to me.

[ He is not happy. ]

If you have more than one vampire, then I would say you have bigger problems on your hands. A whole bloody infestation.

[proteusmoon]

[ Well, eventually, it seems Trevor's whining — for lack of a better word — gets the attention of a certain knight and after some prodding from the writer, she's making her presence known. It's not hard, being one of the more eye-catching individuals here with her very pale looks, so really all she does is step forward enough to be seen and stand out of the way just enough so as not to be mistaken as a pompous woman, on top of a noble one. When she speaks, it's so quietly that she might as well be talking to herself. ]

It would seem at least one of your problems has been solved now, seeing the fangs on so many here.

this post keeps growing, you nerds wth

[ancestralwhip]

[ He would prefer it be called justified complaints. Given his circumstances, the place his writer is throwing him at, and the overall state of his life. ]

Thank God you're not one of them. [ It is such a relief, even if he doesn't make it sound like it. ] Who would have thought there were far more vampires than hunters in this place?

[notquitedracula]

Hey, at least yours isn't busily giving you a tragic history in some faroff corner of the back of beyond. It's not even set in the right place! Or the right year!

[Hey, Belmont? That whip you have there, it's reacting really damn peculiarly.]

oh ewwwwww its you

[ancestralwhip]

Oh, trust me. She'll be torturing me in a game soon enough. She's finally god that damn application done. My misery will be known everywhere.

[ Great-Great-Gramma isn't pleased with this presence. He just won't say anything for now. ]