torn between two games, canon is dracula

[damngod]

You do not read quickly enough, girl. It will be the beginning of the month before you know it, and where shall I be? Ignored.

I have no intentions of being ignored yet again. Finish your homework before you place any reserve, for you know I am not one to be placed to the side more than once.

You do seem to have a strong desire to seek out horror, have you noticed? I find it rather...unsettling.

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[venatical]

Bring it on, Snaggletooth.

[damngod]

[Someone's grumpy.]

"It"? What is the "it" you wish for me to bring?

[venatical]

[ He's so undazzled. ]

You know, it. Everything. [ He has to explain this crap to Cas? Okay. But Dracula's pushing it. ]

Haven't you been alive for like a thousand years? Come on.

[damngod]

[Even Van Helsing was dazzled, Dean, don't try to fight it.

Also: bad math on Pi Day is bad and you should feel bad.]

Not even half that, actually; closer to five hundred.

[onteamdyson]

Why do the homework when she can just hang out with you, a totally creepy-looking old-timey dude with an accent and-- ... Oh honey, you better get your homework done.

[damngod]

Accent? You are...familiar with Romania? I did not know we were remembered very well throughout the world.

[onteamdyson]

Benefits of having a fake-gypsy for an aunt? I'm Russian, dude, Romania's not that far. Okay, well Russian-Canadian. Same diff.

[damngod]

[There are words he doesn't understand. Several of them, actually. But the only thing that matters is...]

Why would anyone pretend to be a gypsy? I do not understand what the appeal could ever be. Is your aunt unwell?

[summersword]

I'd say the kid better stick with the work, 'cause you're a tad bit unsettlin' yourself.

[Getting some serious Not Human vibes over here.]

[damngod]

Only a tad bit?

[Feed the ego. Go ahead. It's okay, he won't explode or anything.]

[summersword]

[Snort.] For folks like us? Yeah. Probably more than a "tad" for muns.

[It ain't flattery if it's the truth.]

[damngod]

[Snorting is for pigs, not ladies!]

Like us? What is it that makes us alike?

[scowls]

Aren't you a little old to be playing games?

[damngod]

[Ew gross, it smells like tar.]

Are you passing a judgment so quickly?

[scowls]

[And King Ponce over there smells like mothballs and granny's house.]

You tell me.

[carriesparasol]

I find many traits of these mundanes unsettling.

[damngod]

[Suddenly...tits.]

They seem to be, in general, obsessed. Why else would we be here?

[carriesparasol]

[Story of her life.]

I imagine things would be much more suitable for us if they were to spend more time in their own lives than in ours.

[brotherinarms]

We going with the classics now?

[damngod]

[Ugh, no. He's not a classic. That makes him sound so old.]

Going with them for what?

[brotherinarms]

[ Better bein' old than an old swamp rat. pleasedon'tmakemetypeouttheaccent ]

I heard about you. Never thought you were real.

[chemiroptera]

You, unsettled? Will wonders never cease.

[ Okay, so she's not Winona Ryder, but. Well. A Dracula's a Dracula. ]

[damngod]

To that I say I haven't the slightest idea what you could possibly mean.

[He don't need no Winona! He's book canon, baby.]

[chemiroptera]

[ Cool beans, cool beans. c: ]

And ignorant as well. [ An elegantly arched eyebrow. ] Surely you've come down in the world since I've last seen you, Count.

[masterofzawarudo]

So you're the legendary so-called "King of the Vampires", I've heard so much about. I, Dio Brando, the ultimate vampire am most unimpressed.