On her mun's sleeping habits.

[smackmywitchup]

Milady, I must implore you to go to bed at a more... decent hour when you return home this evening. Two hours... 'tis not healthy! You will have plenty of time in the morrow to worry about little things such as replying to tags. If you get more than an hour or two of rest, I promise you, you will feel much better!

Now, run along to prepare yourself for your day. I am quite pleased we had this conversation!

[ Because she's oh so faithful that her lady mun will listen to her advice, when she should know by now that she will go unheard. ]

Comments

SUDDENLY DRACULA.

[what_is_a_man]

Sleep is a rather frivolous pursuit, in my opinion. Why sleep when the night holds so much beauty, shrouded in the darkness?

DRACULAAAAA! I love the journal name, btw. *-*

[smackmywitchup]

[ Julia's eyes narrow a bit, but she maintains her composure. This creature is, after all, who caused her brother's madness... ]

Perhaps it is to you, but to a human it is quite necessary.

I figured it was only appropriate, being his most iconic line EVER.

[what_is_a_man]

[Dracula sees that reaction. He doesn't really know - nor does he care - who she is as she does not bear the blood scent of a Belmont, but he smirks at the reaction his touch has had on her.]

Not all humans. There are many who revel in the night's embrace. Some are branded outcasts and odd for it, but there are even upstanding members of society that have communed with the creatures of darkness.

LMAO. I love it.

[smackmywitchup]

[ Her small hands ball into fists at her sides, but she attempts to keep her cool -- she will not lose it on the vampire who is a million times stronger than her, nor will she give him such a satisfaction.

...Yet. ]

I know. I know that far better than most. You see, my older brother was lost to the night years ago, and all thanks to you. Perhaps you would remember one Isaac LaForeze?

I can't believe I'm getting a chance to have Drac quote M Bison. <3

[what_is_a_man]

[Vlad puts a finger to his chin in an exaggerated pantomime of thinking. Of course he remembered the Forgemaster that was driven mad. He wasn't going to dignify the human with that bit of knowledge, however.]

I don't recall the name. You see, in my position, mortals come flocking to me and the power I represent in droves. For you, the loss of your brother's sanity was a life defining moment that will forever haunt and shape your very being. For me, it was a Tuesday.

Ha HA! ...not here. /Phil Sebben

[relictusdeus]

((And hundreds of miles away (or in that there bush right over there), Isaac thrashes inwardly with that much more with fierce rage and bitterness. A marvel he doesn't burst a few dozen blood vessels.

Good riddance, you crusty old bat!))

xD Birdman is my effing hero. <3

[what_is_a_man]

[Hm. He's sure his super-sensitive Vampire-Lord hearing just picked up some rustling in that bush that has some unusually red hair...]

[relictusdeus]

[Well, turns out that's a fox.

...Just a fox.

I'll just create a legit thread in a second, if that's cool with you.]

[what_is_a_man]

[Sure. Just a fox. Riiiiiiiiiiiiiight.]

[OOC: Thread away my man~!]

;sdflsdflj LMAO! <3

[smackmywitchup]

[ Her jaw visibly tightens, and suddenly, she's stalking forward, not caring how much larger and how much more imposing the vampire is. She's tiny compared to him, and she's so furious she just... doesn't care. ]

Liar! You DO remember Isaac, or else you would not have mentioned his loss of sanity! 'Twas the doing of your curse! As for your power... if it is so wonderful, please, do tell me... how is it that the Belmont family continues to put you back into the grave every time you rise?

[ She pauses right in front of him at this point, blue eyes still narrowed into slits. ]

Say what you will, but your power means nothing... nor does your influence.

<333333333

[what_is_a_man]

[Ah, the sweet scent of rage and righteous indignation. It's repugnant and intoxicating all at once. Lessened in effect in the absence of a Belmont, but that is a small detail at this moment.]

My power and influence in this world is of little importance to me. My purpose in being was to spit in the eye of God himself. I rise from the grave because Death serves me, and not my oppressor. The Belmonts and their meddling are a necessity in reasserting my dominance over the supposed Almighty.

What comes of my rising from the grave is simply for my own amusement.

<3333333333333~

[smackmywitchup]

...And what do you feel for your own son, who has long since turned his back on you? I know about that, simply because I am good friends with one Trevor Belmont.

[ She takes a deep breath, calming herself. No, Julia. Don't let him win this. Don't let him have that satisfaction. ]

You truly do have a sad existence, then if that is the case. I cannot bring myself to pity you, however.

[what_is_a_man]

Adrian is... an anomaly, even to myself. So much of the circumstances surrounding him is... unclear.

[His countenance shifts from smug arrogance to stony - perhaps even wrathful - disdain.]

I do not need the pity of a maggot like yourself. Humans are but pitiful and fragile beasts that are unworthy to share the same breath as one like myself. In all of creation, there were only two humans that were worthy of life, both of which had theirs snuffed short before either could truly live.

If your God is a god of love and justice, explain to me how the pure and innocent can be ended by simple pestilence or the cries of a misguided and ignorant mob, while a personal affront to his authority reigns over the fears and nightmares of all that know of its existence.

[smackmywitchup]

Adrian, is that his real name? 'Tis a beautiful name. What a shame he does not use it. [ She's sincere about that much, at least. She shouldn't feel as good as she should about souring his mood a bit... and that is what finally gets her to stop. There is no point in being angry at this man; she won't lower herself to his level. ]

...I never said anything of the like. I never even said I believed in him, and yet you are quick to assume. Allow me to give you a bit of information, Dracula -- I am also aware... of your wife. The second one, at least; and I must admit to you that I am a witch, and for years I was hunted like vermin for it. I have seen many friends burn at the stake.

[ Something in the back of her mind pushes her to tell him how sorry she is for his loss, and yet she won't. Instead, she merely continues. ]

Even so... I will never hate my own kind or their humanity. They fear what they cannot see, and what they cannot understand... but that is simply their nature. They cannot help it... were you not human once, too?

[what_is_a_man]

[His rage flares a bit, as irrational as it may seem.]

A witch, you say? So you embrace the covens that spawned such hatred? Whose reputations caused the death of so many?

[He raises a hand, flames encircling it.]

If it weren't for people like you, Lisa would still be alive!

[Aaaaaaaaand all other topics of the conversation are lost in the heat of his rage.]

[smackmywitchup]

Your Lisa, from what I have been told, was a wonderful wife and mother. I've no doubt of it, either, if someone like even you found peace at her side.

[ She barely flinches when those flames encircle his hand, but her gaze does soften a bit. ]

Tell me, is this what she would want from you? To constantly wage war in her name?

[ Despite her absolute inner rage at this man, this CREATURE, she even has compassion for him to an extent. ]

...I am truly sorry for your loss. Not just for your wife, because you seem to have lost everything. Your wife and son, your sanity. I truly wish things could have been different for you.

For realz this time.

[relictusdeus]

[For years he’d sworn fealty to this old, blood-sucking leech for whom he’d given everything he could, and by this fiend’s side he’d remained, even when his beloved Hector and his own son deserted him. When Dracula’d been killed by Trevor and his companions, he’d done all in his power to see to his return. Oh, the things he’d done for his notice, like a desperate son for the love of a cool, distant father. Eventually, the vampire lord’s spirit had risen again… and Isaac had been rewarded.

That is to say, his body entered and his power abused. Only worse was being left to die when that monstrosity they’d become had fallen to Hector’s might.

Not a word of acknowledgement from Dracula. Not a fucking word.

Isaac had died, crushed under the rubble of the crumbling castle – but as fate would have it, mysterious forces have once again instilled him with life. He stands before you now, Dracula, a Devil Forgemaster freed and with every intent to keep it this way.

A tight smile tugs at the corners of his lips as he makes his approach one deliberate step at a time, curses weighing heavily on his tongue, burning. Do you expect him to bow, dear Dracula?]

:D This is gonna be awesome.

[what_is_a_man]

And so the prodigal son returns. Tell me, Forgemaster, what brings you into my presence this day? I can sense the unease and despair you harbor in your soul. Is this when you tell me how your time in my service was for naught?

[relictusdeus]

[A muscle ripples in his jaw, the demonic aura given off by the dark magic in his blood pulsing that much more strongly with the indignation surging fiercely through him. It takes everything in his power not to tremble with it.]

Oh~... [He manages to speak with a cool, teasing pleasantness. ] ...you know me so very well, don't you?

Would you have me bend over as well?

[A crude joke; he has no shortage of them.]

[what_is_a_man]

[Drac just rolls his eyes at the joke.]

What do you want, Forgemaster?

[relictusdeus]

[He huffs a laugh, casting a sidelong glance that holds no small measure of resentment.]

What do I want? And from you, no less? [Bold - but it's too late to bridle his tongue.] ...Don't think yourself so very special.

[He has what he needs - well, at least in the ways of power - and he has no intentions of picking a god-damn side in Dracula's fight once more. It's time he looks after himself, which is not unlike how life was in the company of all manners of aggressive creatures fighting to climb the ranks. Isaac had crawled up from the very bottom, himself.

Now, now he will answer only to himself.]

[relictusdeus]

[This Forgemaster is reclining upon something or other - a couch, perhaps - with his arms tucked behind his head and his long legs loosely crossed at the ankles. He's idly moving one foot as if to a lazy beat.]

Do not think you have seen the end of the matter, Julia.

[He remarks casually. And look at that feline-like look of contentment.]

[smackmywitchup]

[ sup bro. Julia sighs, bowing her head slightly. A small show of defeat? Perhaps. ]

Yes, I had assumed that...

[relictusdeus]

Did you, now? [He feigns stunned surprise.] ...Where is your precious optimism?

[smackmywitchup]

I was being optimistic. [ GRIMLY OPTIMISTIC AT LEAST. ] Perhaps her exhaustion is simply rubbing off on me. Forgive me, brother.

[relictusdeus]

[No offense taken - rather, he's quite amused.]

Suppose I shouldn't...

[Oh, he's just playing.]

[smackmywitchup]

...You will. You always do.

[ She at least knows that much. Sort of. Sometimes, it's a bit hard to tell, really. ]

[relictusdeus]

Out of pity, perhaps.

[Nope, can't let you have this one. But it is not said mean-spiritedly.]

[smackmywitchup]

Or, perhaps, because I am your only sister?

[ She can't help but pout. Really, can you tease this face, Isaac~? ]

[relictusdeus]

[He scoffs lightly, rolling his eyes. But he hasn't a better answer at the moment. He'll get you next time, Julia - NEXT TIME.]