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]

An eye. More specifically... 'yours'.

(Yes, he stole his Hunter's eye. And he looks far too smug about doing so.)

[crimsontie]

[Mukuro doesn't seem fussed about his eye hanging from a chain around the other vampire's neck. If his eye got torn out, it'd just grow back.]

Wonderful. I'd wager it hurt quite a bit.

[And suddenly it's a good thing he's wearing his eyepatch today. Don't want to be adding another eyeball to Hibari's collection.]

[tonfad]

By the way he carried on, I imagine so. (Really, it was equivalent exchange. Mukuro had stolen one of his fangs, something he needed for survival - he'd, in turn, stolen an eye, to make things fair.

The eye is tucked underneath his shirt again, before he folds his arms neatly behind his back. Calm, but ready for anything.) Tell me about your... world. (He's not as phased by the existence of other worlds as he should be, huh. Things tend to stop being surprising after nearly seven centuries.)

[crimsontie]

Mm... Not much to say about it.

[He absently massages his shoulder; his wings don't like being tucked away for so long.]

Vampires are not a creature of myth. Humans are well aware of them and have established an organisation to monitor their activities and cull any who are feral. You are one of those hunters.

[Role reversal much? Except Mukuro is not currently one of those in Hibari's kill list.]

[tonfad]

... Much difference, then. (Though certainly, the bit about him being a hunter still applies. He just culls his own kind, the ones that are too weak to resist the bloodlust that ultimately comes and goes. It was a part of vampire nature.)

And you. Where do you fit in? You are not fully a part of either world. (Yes, he can smell that other part. The more... demonic part.)

[crimsontie]

I'm something hated by both sides.

[The only reason he's not dead yet is because, a) He's useful, or b) He's too clever to be killed.]

And yet, they both need me. Isn't that sweet?

[A trace of bitterness comes through despite his mocking mask of a smile.]

[tonfad]

(Ahh, emotions. Such a waste of time, really. This one is young yet - he'll learn.)

Need trumps hate. (A small lift of his shoulders here.) That is how it has always been, and always will be.

(Unless! Mukuro can somehow worm his way into their good graces. See, Hibari doesn't have to bother with such bowing and scraping. His kind stay to the shadows, and only venture out in times of need. And yet there are still factions to kill them off. Admittedly, there are a few vampires that he'd happily leave for the humans to cull.)

What about the Hunter? Me, I should say. (Ahh, you must forgive his curiosity. It has been a while since he's had some stimulating conversation.)

[crimsontie]

[Mukuro is a creature of emotion. His other side survives off instilling it in his bed partners, or by feeding off the negative energy festering in the soul. Try as he might, he can't avoid being tainted.]

I only know that if a vampire sees him approaching, they run away from him as fast as they can. [Which is pretty damn fast, too.] Someone slaughtered and drained his entire family when he was younger and he holds no love for our kind.

[tonfad]

(That is the fate of being an incubus, huh.

There's a little tsk of disapproval when he hears that - he doesn't blame his other self for holding a grudge, not when a foolish vampire couldn't control themselves. Such undisciplined behaviour was quite appalling to see, or even hear about. Hell, if he'd been in the other's world, he'd have hunter this rogue vampire down and culled him anyway.) I cannot blame him for doing so. Too often does a vampire forget that he must show some discipline.

(Sigh. Now he wants to meet his Hunter self!) Yet he remained human, after the attack?

[crimsontie]

I haven't yet had the chance to smell him, but I have been told that he is human.

[He's quite looking forward to the chance to meet that Hibari and see for himself what has inspired so much fear in the rest of his kind. The hunter is quite infamous!]

[tonfad]

(He hums thoughtfully - usually, if a human was attacked by a vampire and survived, they'd either waste away or turn into one themselves. There have been... incidents, though, in which neither case had happened. He'd seen one of them himself. But those were rare...) Nothing is true until one can see for themselves. I suspect he is not all he seems to be... Or claims to be.

(Yawn. Dawn is approaching quickly, youngling. You'd better go.)

[crimsontie]

We shall see.

[The sun is not a source of fear for him; his infernal half assures that. He does like to maintain the illusion though, in front of his vampire kin, so he extends his wings from his back with a very relieved sigh, shaking loose a few black feathers. Their colour seems to darken an already dark night.]

If that hunter comes by, do try to leave him alive.

[tonfad]

(Mukuro gets a sharp smile for that, a smile that just shows the edges of his fang(s).) I cannot promise that.

(But he'll try! Maybe. As for him, the coming light doesn't scare him - he's old and powerful enough to bear the rays on his skin. In fact, he rather enjoys lazing in the light and soaking up the warmth, so to that end, he takes a step back, form already beginning to fade away and dissipate into countless black butterflies that spiral towards the dawn in the eastern skies.) Good hunting. (A farewell that seems to come from everywhere yet nowhere, all at once. A brush of a butterfly's wing, and he's gone. See you around, youngling.)