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.]

[mafiawife]

Mukuro-sama?

[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]

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

[crimsontie]

Eighteen.

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

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

[mafiawife]

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

[tonfad]

(Ah, much younger than him, then.) Care to hazard a guess? (Why yes, that is a sense of humour he's displaying.)

[crimsontie]

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

[crimsontie]

[He raises an eyebrow. Alright, he'll humour you.]

Eight centuries?

[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.

[tonfad]

(Wait a moment, let him remember-- A carelessly graceful shrug.) Mm. Something like that. I've lost count.

(He's old enough to have several powers that are gained with age, though.) I wasn't expecting you to be a vampire. (Half-breed, but eh. Let's not be fussy.)

[mafiawife]

[A soft chuckle.] When written in katakana, it will be the anagram of your name, Mukuro-sama.

I see. I hope 'I' can get along with you in your parallel world.

[crimsontie]

[Be careful not to call him half-breed where he can hear you, fang.]

Likewise. How strong have you become?

[crimsontie]

[Oh really? This one hadn't noticed...but now that Nagi mentions it he can see that it does! Interesting.]

I hope we do not. I would hate to have to kill someone I liked.

[mafiawife]

[And to think that you were the one who came up with that name...]

Is there a reason for you to do that?

[crimsontie]

There might be. 'You' are human, after all.

[tonfad]

(It's not like the broken fang affects him much, anyway. He's probably got more experience than you do, kiddo.)

You can try to find out. (He's interested in a fight with this vampire half-breed, but he's not going to start it. Patience is a virtue you learn after your fifth century has passed. Ah, and this Mukuro may notice that he's fiddling around with what looks like an eyeball. Hanging from a chain about his neck.)

[mafiawife]

There's no chance for 'me' to turn into your kind if 'I' get bitten by you?

[crimsontie]

[He's not really interested in a fight with Hibari, to be honest. He has the niggling feeling that he'd lose.]

What is that?

[tonfad]

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

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

[crimsontie]

[He smiles enough to show the slightest bit of fang.]

It's very likely, actually.