Voice testing | The cry of a homeless vampire

[maybe_a_count]

Dear Mademoiselle Mundane (or whatever inane prattle it is you wish me to address you as these days),

You see, I believe you and I have a bit of a problem. I am restless, so much in fact that I am beginning to believe you are afraid of me. [Because, of course, everything is about you... isn't it Alucard?]

What is it that I ever did to deserve this treatment, of being shoved to the side while you pay attention to your other muses? You must understand, being pent-up in the back of your mind is not a fun place to be.

My request of you is to find me a home, one where I might be allowed to stretch my legs, and take romantic strolls through the woods, unleashing havoc in my wake. I don't ask for much.

Have I excited you yet, dearest Mundane?

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[hungaryforblood]

You sound as if you hold no mercy in your heart. How can that be, stranger?

[timeisonmyside]

What's the hurry? There's plenty of time and plenty of places.

Ahhh, Ilona!

[maybe_a_count]

Whatever is it that you mean? [His eyes widen a bit. He recognizes you, though refrains from saying anything.]

[maybe_a_count]

You see, for whatever reason, my dear mun has been ignoring me, for quite a while now. My only option at this point is to... retaliate against her will, and pester her until she gives in. [Because this has been working OH SO WELL FOR YOU Alucard.]

[timeisonmyside]

I guess we all need a hobby.

[maybe_a_count]

As you can see, pestering my mun is a hobby.

[donthelpme]

[And here she thought the vampires she knew were insufferable. She writes in a piece of paper and lifts it up.]

Your mundane must be a very patient person.

[timeisonmyside]

Can't argue with that. Some people play cards, or solve puzzels.

Others harass people until they burn out.

I blame my Vampirologist bud for this muse

[hungaryforblood]

Romanticism does not belong with barbaric methods such as havoc. [ She reaches up to her hair and smoothes back a stray strand from beneath her circlet. ]

[maybe_a_count]

Then what would you suggest havoc inspires, my dear? [Subtle, aren't you Alucard?]

[maybe_a_count]

[He reads the woman's paper in amusement. A smirk then crosses his face.]

Patient is a word for it, I suppose...

[donthelpme]

I'm sure you have plenty of other words, but I'm trying to be nice.

[hungaryforblood]

Order. [ She folds her hands at her waist and raises her chin primly. ]

[maybe_a_count]

Forgive me. [He removes his hat, and bows to her] My name is Alucard, and your name, my lady?

[hungaryforblood]

Ilona Szilágyi. [ She takes bits of her dress skirt and dips low in a graceful curtsey. ] How do you do, Alucard.

[maybe_a_count]

It's a pleasure. [A slight smile crosses his lips.] Apart from finding myself bored, I have been doing well. And you, Miss Ilona?

[hungaryforblood]

I am well, thank you. [ She rises from her curtsey. ] I have recently seen my Prince back from conquest.

[maybe_a_count]

[He chuckles slightly, recalling his expeditions as the former Prince of Wallachia.] Ah-- your Prince, is he well? You care for him quite a bit I take it... [Attempting not to lead her on too much.]

[hungaryforblood]

My Prince holds passions within that are like nothing else that I have seen before. I keep his drink pure and administer medicine to his battle wounds. My Prince has my heart though he takes it with him with each ride out of our kingdom.

[puppy_lancer]

[Gee, Count, if you stopped fornicating with the fear turkey, maybe people would be less afraid.]

Causing havoc? Sounds interesting.