dear_mun | Seekin' CastleVania castmates @ Luceti while apps are still open

My, you don't seem to be on very good terms with your... ah... what are they called? Muns? What a strange word. I wonder if it has any meaning.

But, ah, this one here was thinking of obliging yours. She has, ah, something that involves you, in her quarters.

[Syre. It's called a 'video game'. Jeez.]

I'm sure he gets my point.

[Sigh.]

Hah - - [A harsh, bitter laugh.] Another one of you colluding with this mundane of mine? I would have never imagined.

She'd been wanting to do so for a while, but, well, she's not the most confident sort.

In fact, she'd attempted to interact with your mun on several occasions, and failed rather horribly every time. [A sigh.] A bundle of nerves, she is.

But back to the subject at hand, I suppose. This one was interested in a man named Zead, or something of that sort. I haven't been paying much attention, truthfully.

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[Isaac must have had his Hector-blinders on while cursed; this name does not ring a bell, whereas the mun is astonished at the sheer rarity of the muse.]

Thinks that my pathetic mundane will bite, does she? Ah haha. ...Oh, no. 'tis not her one should worry about.

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[Yeah, there's a habit of picking rare and/or little-played characters with this mun. Not helpful in the slightest.]

Trust me, this one knows of you, somewhat. I dare say she's rather fond of you.

...now if only she was that comfortable with meeting new people. [A laugh.] Maybe then she wouldn't have to flounder about when trying to arrange things.

[Fond. Pardon him while he scoffs. No one's fond of him - no one in their right mind - and if someone were, he'd rather it be a certain person. But of course, that will never be.]

As deeply as it saddens me, truly, I fail to see why it is I should care for your mundane's petty troubles.

[Mun wishes Isaac weren't such a dick sometimes. Okay, most of the time.]

Truthfully? You shouldn't. I was just informing you of her not-quite-madness.

[... Ow. That hurts. Mun knows she hasn't been kind to her recently, but come ooooon.]

Thank you kindly; where ever would I be without you~?

I haven't a clue. But, really, as irritating as this one may seem, I don't think copious amounts of sarcasm will solve the problem.

...well, it might, but most of the time it won't.

Alas... 'tis not my problem, now is it, my dear girl~?

... ... ...

[Gods Above, Isaac, she didn't think there was someone who could try her patience this much. SHE'S TRYING TO BE FRIENDLY, DAMMIT.]

I suppose it's not.

...right. Well then. Anything else we can exchange witty banter about?

[The kindness of others often comes off as abrasively insincere and mocking to him, so he has little appreciation for it. Only Julia can get away with it - but the two are family, and all they have is each other.]

Oh. Am I boring you?

No, but I'm under the distinct impression that I'm boring you.

At least, that's how it seems.

Then you shall have to do something about it.

[Here is the part where he crosses his legs, smiling primly.]

You... don't strike me as the sort that would enjoy an academic conversation. [A soft, almost nervous, laugh.]

...what do you enjoy? Perhaps we share a common interest, as farfetched as that may sound.

[He gives a breathless laugh.]

...Please.

[You are not going to make this easy, are you.]

I'm being serious. Hard as that is to believe.

[The Forgemaster glances aside briefly, already feeling exasperated.]

You wish to know what it is I enjoy, do you?

[Fine. He levels her a half-lidded look.]

A man writhing and moaning beneath me. Around me. [A pause, to smile.]

And the thrill of battle - watching the blades of my spear slide through the skin and muscle of an enemy. And hearing them.

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[Syre's face is faintly flushed, and a somewhat surprised expression plays on her face.]

I... Ah, I didn't expect you to be so... forward about it.

[Pardon her while she tries to regain her composure. She takes a few deep breaths, letting the blush leave her cheeks before she continues.]

But, as I thought, we do share one thing, however small...

[A dark smile tugs at her lips.] Battle is an exciting thing, isn't it? Even the most resolute of warriors screams like any other when faced with a blade more eager than their own.

You asked.

[Funny that she doesn't seem very bothered by it - he'd have expected some measure of disgusted shock from the way folks back home thought of the sexual habits of 'deviants'.]

...Now is that a blush of feigned innocence or of guilt spotting your cheeks?

[Slanting her a cunning look, he leaves it at that and addresses the subject of battle and warfare oh so matter of factly. The thought of a stoic man, especially, coming undone has a way of stirring raw, powerful feelings from the core of his being.]

My, such thirst for blood... [He snorts.] How unbecoming of you. [Hurrhurr.]

[Her eyes widen, the blush returning for a moment as a confused half-sentence rushes from her mouth.]

Wh-what? I-I've nothing to be guilty o--

[And then she realizes she's probably making a fool of herself. Calming down now.]

[Right, now that she's not a blabbering mess...]

Unbecoming? Really? [A laugh.] It is truly that much of a shock?

After all, beneath the skin of any warrior lays the same set of bones and muscles as a scholar... [Her eyes gleam eagerly as she speaks.] I just like seeing it with my own eyes, whether it be on the battlefield or in my laboratory.

[He rolls his eyes, having meant it to be a sarcastic little remark. But that cool little smile on his thin lips broadens at the thought of someone who seemingly could appreciate the strange, fierce beauty in a man's suffering.

Does she look upon him now and think of studying him, of peeling back pale, tattooed skin and poking at every raw, tingling nerve in hundreds of ways?]

Do you, now?

Mm.

[There's a breathy sigh, a sort of dark, twisted delight as she recalls the more memorable victims of her work the edge of her scalpel digging deep, carving crimson trails along the writhing flesh of subjects...]

There's something so very relaxing about being able to watch a man's heart beating before one's eyes, beneath all of the muscle and all of the bone...

[Beneath a cool, professional exterior is a fierce sadism; he wouldn't have guessed from how their interaction began. A snake in the grass, she is, far better in the end at hiding her true nature than he is of his own. But he felt no reason to be anything but forward with his darker tendencies... he has no one to ingratiate himself with, no company in which to mingle, no expectations of others to meet.

The benefits of being an outsider.

It wasn't the sight of stark-white bone and viscera that interested him half as much as the mere look of handsome features tightening with agony, the glassiness of the eyes. And the sounds; the cries, the pleas, the reluctant moans from deep within.]

...And others think me a monster. [Teaseteasetease.]

[The teasing is not lost on her, and her eyes glint almost playfully.]

[She takes a moment to clean her glasses, looking up at the sky for a moment while doing so.]

A monster I may be, but the judgment of others means little to me.

[She slips her spectacles back on, smiling almost too sweetly at Isaac.]

After all, when one is certain of themselves, all others are but toys in their eyes. Playthings with which to entertain one's needs. [She laughs again, softly.]

[He recognizes that look well as one of his own and an irrepressible smirk plays his thin lips.]

You hide it well.

[Some sort of a strange compliment there, perhaps. He rests his chin in his palm, regarding her with cool, calculating eyes.]

'twill serve you wonderfully in all you do... creeping your way into polite society and powerful circles, whichever pleases you.

[He chuckles lowly.]

[A... compliment? My, that was certainly out of the blue, but she's appreciative nonetheless.]

I certainly hope so. [She chuckles in turn, running a hand through her hair.] Though, ah... I've been keeping you for quite some time, I wager.

[She bows elegantly, the motion fluid and practiced.] Shall I leave you to your devices, sir?

[Isaac arches a thin eyebrow as if to teasingly ask, 'leaving so soon?', wondering all the while if he had unsettled her. Not that such would trouble him; on the contrary...]

You shall. [He dismisses her with a lazy, regal flick of his hand.

Sir. It always felt like mockery, being addressed thusly when the vast majority of humans in his lifetime regarded him as nothing more than some contemptible creature long before he'd taken refuge in Dracula's castle.]

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