Annoyed.

[vampirekiller]

It matters not which of these, ah, muses you wish to play, Mundane. It is ultimately your choice. However...

[His jaw tightens.]

Do remember to not include me in whatever foolishness your choices create this time around. I will not stand for it. I've much to deal with as is.

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[immortalrose]

What an outlandish nickname you possess, foul sir.

[ He's griping about the hunter's unsavory journal name. ]

Rather offensive, I say.

[vampirekiller]

Outlandish it may be, it is still accurate and more of an occupation than anything else.

[And, not to mention, the name of his sacred whip. Richter's rather proud of it.]

[immortalrose]

Quite an disgusting and foul occupation if you were to ask me.

[ Hmph. This alleged vampire is not amused, Belmont. ]

[vampirekiller]

And yet, for all these perceived flaws you so kindly mention, it's also necessary.

[Whether he offends or fails to amuse if of no consequence to Richter. Especially in regards to vampires.]

Down goes the fourth wall because I said so, and I have no idea what I'm doing.

[relictusdeus]

[He just happens to be eavesdropping on the exchange above and giggles low in his throat. Oh, this is good. And not just the minciunele he's nibbling on - though they're good too, of course.]

:3

[vampirekiller]

[Oh, don't you start, Isaac. Richter hasn't forgotten their last meeting.]

[relictusdeus]

[Musingly to himself.] Is that all? ...Mn, I suppose it is. How boring.

[He shifts his attention fully onto Richter, visibly disappointed in there having been no ugly battle between him and the vampire.] Ah, yes. The Belmont. No absence of passionate fools there may be in the world I roam, but your presence was missed all the same.

[vampirekiller]

I assure you I do not share the same sentiment.

[The usual snark he offers Isaac falls flat. Richter can barely smirk, let alone summon the energy to be snide enough to trade barbs with him as they are often wont to do.]

Tired of nipping at your master's heels, are we?

[Then again...]

[donerunning]

[Her mun is not agreeing with this in any way, shape, or form, but Kiara has ways of getting what she wants, and she wants to talk to this Hunter, so.]

Not all vampires are soulless killers, you know.

[She'd be speaking from experience, there.]

[vampirekiller]

Mm. If that is what you choose to believe, my lady...

[He shrugs just once, content with leaving the matter there.]

[donerunning]

I believe in a select few, but it's enough. I'll agree there are others that death can only improve.

[And she still feels like poking, just a bit.]

[tetraspirit]

Our free will means naught to them. What will you do if he insists?

[Alucard is genuinely curious if Richter has found a way to resist the insanity of mun's and their plotting.]

[vampirekiller]

[A pause, as he cups his chin and considers this. While he's never been able to resist his mun -- to be fair, who has? -- he's plenty sure this will all pass if he simply rides it out. What hope is there to do otherwise?]

Of that I am not certain. His interest does seem to wane rather swiftly. That is, if he does not glean enjoyment out of it. This is all assumption, however...

[Because when it comes to muns, who the hell ever knows.]

[tetraspirit]

Then it seems to be in your best interest to be as mundane as possible.

[The sad part is, he is entirely serious.]

[vampirekiller]

[Congratulations, Alucard. You've managed to render Richter speechless.]

[magic101]

[Staaare...]

[On one hand, he's so pretty... on the other, he looks like a lord, or maybe even a demon. She sort of wants to talk to him, but is too intimidated by the idea.]

Apologies for the horrendous lateness. ):

[tetraspirit]

[It's difficult for Alucard not to feel that stare. He pivots to face her, regarding her in silence for a moment.]

If you wish to speak to him, I'll not stand in your way.

[Of course, he assumes she's here for Richter.]

[magic101]

Foolishness?

[She gives him a look over s-scary.]

Is foolishness really that big of a deal?

[For a guy that looks like he could tear out a dragon's jaw...]

[vampirekiller]

No, young lady, it is not much of a concern...

[In small doses, anyway. His mun just seems to thrive on making dumb choices, to the point where it's an artform. Richter is rather exasperated at this point.]

Though my patience with my Mundane is wearing thin, I will freely admit I've never been one to suffer fools gladly to begin with.

[magic101]

[Young... lady? Well... maybe he's actually kind of nice?]

What has your mundane been doing that has been having you so upset? Nothing terrible, I hope.

[bonneviegrenoille]

Aah, ze sight ouf a man so engaged in heez work, he can no longer enjoy ze leetle destractions een life. Truly, a sorrowful sight for my artiste-eyes.

[Sup Richter. There's a man-sized talking frog man here. With the most OUTRAGEOUS GOSHDARN french accent you've ever heard. Because...

Because Dear_mun, that's why.]

[vampirekiller]

[The only frogs Richter's ever encountered are those outside of the castle gates and in the underground caverns. Judging by the none-too-happy but still quite shocked expression on his face, those encounters did not go so very well.

That and they never spoke.]

What matter of being are you?

[You don't belong in this world.]

[bonneviegrenoille]

[Richter, Richter. It's okay. He knows he is hot. Shit. Stare until it's out of your system, but he must warn you- he is AAAALL about the layydeees.]

Ah, but where are moi manners? I am Jean Ekaru Hoppe de pe Tapeta, wandering artiste, saviour of fair maidens and questing knight, forever searchin' for ze sweet mayfly zat is... amour.

Threadjack because LKDJFLKDJFKLSDJ

[magic101]

[Oh wow. Maybe that was a powerful hex a witch casted on him? But if that's the case, why is she only feeling a small residual effect of a spell that was broken.

Er... don't mind the girl, Jean. She's just going to walk around you to make sense of... well... you.]

... Oh my god do you recognize him I WILL LOVE YOU FOREVER IF YOU DO

[bonneviegrenoille]

[What is that? A girl, and a pretty one at that, looking at him with eyes filled with adoration? Oh mademoiselle, fear not~ Jean knows what desires lurk behind your eyes and will not bedrugde you for checking out his magnficent gutI MEAN gun show.]