Voice-testing (please read info on his journal)

[crimsontie]

[With barely concealed patience, he sighs.]

Yes, Miss Mundane, I understand the scope of what I am allowed to reveal. I doubt anyone will ask for spoilers though since you've yet to publicise your work.

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[tonfad]

(... Oh. Hello there. Vampire.)

[crimsontie]

[Hello. Hey, you smell different... Mukuro unconsciously tenses, expecting a fight.]

[tonfad]

Rokudo Mukuro. (He says that, as if he's rolling the name around in his mouth, tasting it experimentally.) What an unpleasant surprise.

[crimsontie]

Hmm...

[He hums non-comittally, assessing the Hibari before him. Hibari was strong as a human; how much stronger is he as a vampire? For that matter, WHY is Hibari a vampire?]

I didn't think you'd be the first one to come by.

[In fact he was rather hoping you wouldn't be.]

[tonfad]

You thought wrong.

(Sniff, sniff. Hm, you're not the one he knows.) Not a human, are you. (But he's smelt this scent before. Vampire. And something else.) How old are you?

[crimsontie]

Eighteen.

[AND HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN EIGHTEEN, MUKURO?]

Before you ask, I've been eighteen for about four centuries now. You?

[mafiawife]

Mukuro-sama?

[crimsontie]

There's no need for the '-sama', Nagi.

[mafiawife]

But I— [Pauses. Oh wait. She gets it.] Have 'I' been calling your first name only since our first encounter?

[crimsontie]

Yes. I do not know what name you've decided to call yourself though.

[mafiawife]

I've discarded that name and took 'Chrome' as my alias.

May I ask what your relationship with 'me' is?

[crimsontie]

'Chrome'... [He rolls the syllables around. A nice name. It brings a nice colour to mind, too.]

For all intents and purposes, 'you' and I have never met before.

[breaking4thwall]

[ That expression on his icon describes his confusion. ]

Master?

[crimsontie]

[Currently ignoring the little frog. He doesn't realise he's being addressed.]

[crimsontie]

[But then he looks down.]

Who are you?

[breaking4thwall]

[ He look at Mukuro with doubt in his gaze. ]

What are you talking about, Master? Me is your apprentice, Fran.

[crimsontie]

... [Sniff, sniff.] You aren't one of mine. I don't remember taking on any apprentices either.

[breaking4thwall]

....? Master, what are you doing? [ With the sniffing. ] You made Me your apprentice ten years ago now. Did you get hit in the head by a dried piece of cheese?

[crimsontie]

[You're one to talk about being hit in the head with pieces of cheese.]

Why would I have an apprentice? I have nothing to teach a human.

[nothingtosave]

[Well then.

This is certainly a surprise.]

'The scope of what you're allowed to reveal'? [That's a very dangerous sort of quiet. It's not even calm before the storm so much as 'calm before all hell breaks loose'.]

[crimsontie]

[He'd heard of the man who ran the vampire hunting organisation, had never seen the man before but by all accounts Sawada Tsunayoshi was said to have a friendly demeanour - a bit hopeless but exuded an aura of well-meaning that was sometimes sickening.

This one though... Mukuro peered at the soul of this one and saw little that agreed with the description he'd heard from others.]

Yes... 'Spoilers' and all that, I'm sure you understand.

[That last bit is almost a question, like he's unsure. Instinct is screaming at him to flee from this boy.]

[nothingtosave]

[This is no boy. This is a man, if young. He actually appears just slightly older, with stress on him that seems to only age him further.

The intensity and-- bitter, almost betrayed, hateful feeling certainly doesn't match the slight smirk on his face. Certainly not the deceptive stillness.]

Why would I understand anything about you, Rokudo Mukuro? [The whisper-softness of his voice is equally deceptive- he's furious, practically vibrating like a plucked harpstring.

And it's directed with laser focus at Mukuro.]

[crimsontie]

[Forgive him - everyone is a boy in his eyes. Even if, outwardly, Mukuro is younger than Tsuna right now.

The demon-vampire actually takes a step back, startled by the animosity rolling off the man.]

I don't expect you to. In fact, I'd rather you didn't.

[Because Tsuna was still just a human, and how could he understand any of the troubles and worries that a non-human half-blood had?]

[nothingtosave]

[That opening- that bit of fear and nervousness is all the provocation Tsuna needs.

Just as the first generation didn't need external aids to trigger a Dying Will state, neither does Tsuna at this point- and he's damned fast. Being tackled like him is a bit like being hit by an SUV at top speeds- certainly painful, and certainly enough to cause severe physical damage.

There was something nagging at the back of his mind about attacking, but the sheer irrational anger that had been growing for nearly ten years blocked that out quite thoroughly. The young man growls, still dangerously quiet.

If you get the feeling the mildness of how he presents himself is inversely proportional with how angry he is- well, you'd be right.]

And why not?

[crimsontie]

[Shit-! He's ploughed into the ground, and while his inhuman body is more than capable of withstanding such impact and force, it does knock the wind out of his lungs. Reacting to the provocation without thinking, Mukuro bares his fangs at Tsuna and doesn't even seem to hear the question being asked of him. Nails that have suddenly sharpened to resemble claws take a swipe at the don's face.]