dear_mun | Voicetesting

[He lazily rolls his eyes as if he has already answered the question several times over.]

Do tell me, have you anything at all in that skull of yours or is there merely a void?

[Wait. So, that begs the question of whether it's right to call him Belmont or Alucard. Eh, Isaac is bound to settle on some unflattering descriptive word. It'll make life easier.]

Trevor Belmont, heir to a smug, self-righteous clan with a penchant for nosing about and tempting fate. ...Shall I write it down for you and pin it to your breast?

[By his expression, it's clear that it's finally sunk in. He snarls at the insult. The name Trevor Belmont is a distant blur, but it's still his name, and he bristles.]

Say that again!

[Much easier to upset, this one.]

Which part? [A breathless chuckle follows. Amusement aside, however, he didn't quite appreciate that claim of having never been in that crusty bat's castle even if he and this Alucard do not seem to exist within the same time and space.

As much as Isaac wishes he hadn't when reflecting upon it, too much of his life had been devoted to obeying dear old Dracula with a fierce and unstinting loyalty. ...Only to be cast aside in the end after he had served his purpose, and without so much as a word of acknowledgement. What had he expected from what he knew to be a ruthless creature? A sense of worth? Companionship springing from similar experiences of man cruelly passing judgment? A sort of paternal affection?

He feels no shortage of self-contempt these days with far too much time available to him to think.]

[His eyes narrow. The Mirror of Fate never showed him this man, but then, it would not be the first time in his short re-awakening that he had been recognized.

He had mentioned another him. It could certainly not have been another him. That is something that Alucard would know.]

Who are you?

[The lingering smile on his lips twists into something lopsided and grim, pale eyes flashing.]

My name is Isaac.

[Sorcerer, sodomite, blasphemer. Not long ago, he had taken a keen and fiendish pleasure in making his name and cause known. Without a real home, a purpose, or a place in the world now, introductions don't quite delight him as much as they used to. Encounters with Wallachian villagers also don't tend to make it past some variation of, 'die, monster' let alone the name-swapping stage, but of course Isaac isn't entirely blameless there.]

[By his expression, it's clear that the name means nothing to him. It leaves him confused, unsure why he would be familiar to Isaac but have Isaac be an unknown to him.]

Tell me: what is it that you mean by another incarnation of myself?

[He shrugs a shoulder with sudden disinterest upon noting the expression.]

The glorious Trevor Belmont – [The word is spit out with no small amount of exaggeration and mockery, for it’s God-worshipping people like the Belmonts who would have him dead for merely existing, he muses bitterly.] -- son of Leon, I believe it was… has a long, ragged scar from his left eye to his cheek… [His gaze flits lower, hungry and searching.] And another that cuts across his right breast.

[A gloved finger is dragged across his own chest before he lets his hand drop to his side. Also can’t forget the one that Trevor earned from being stabbed in the back. Isaac remembers that all too well.]

And you appear to have neither. [He slouches deeper into his seat, vaguely amused.] He was once feared by his countrymen and his clan in exile… for you see, his power was most terrifying, indeed. And yet, after praying to their beloved God to no avail, a great and desperate cry arose from mankind that he should risk life and limb to end Dracula’s rein. [That would be the gist of it as he sees it.] Ungrateful roaches, his kind.

[There's a long stretch of silence, his foot gently tapping against the floor.]

…I hear he has a woman. A child, perhaps. [Another languid shrug.]

[His expression is tense but blank. Alucard himself has an enormous scar across his chest, mostly hidden by the folds of his coat. But a scar on his face he does not have.

It is similar to his story, but there are differences he can see already. Though he is no longer a Belmont, it is strange hearing about his family line being spoken of as though it has been around for centuries.]

Had he not returned, there would have been no reign.

[He's not dismissing Isaac's story now, merely thinking of his own.]

[A cool, sidelong glance.] It matters not to me.

[Well, that's half true. He's quite content to have the business between those beloved by God and Dracula exclude him, unless he is to find himself disturbed in some way. That is a possibility, given that he remains a vessel for Dracula's reawakening should the curse ever return and he succumb to it a second time. He wouldn't, if he could help it. He's interested now only in following his own lead and taking his own side.]

...Chocolate? [Isaac offers on a sudden whim with a careless, bored drawl, reaching for one of the pieces left on a nearby end table. His mundane's headspace graciously spoils him with the food and drink that please him most. Probably in some ineffectual effort to tame him. He doesn't expect Alucard to accept, but one can't blame a Forgemaster for trying.

Tenuous truces are a strange, unfamiliar thing to him.]

[He nods. It's better this way, to him. Speaking even at small lengths of his past is something he would rather avoid. As strange as this man is, if he is not going to fight, Alucard sees no reason to attack.]

No thank you.

[Food doesn't interest him anymore, in any case.]

Suit yourself.

[More for him! He slides a square into his mouth with no small degree of sensuality to the act, eying the other while languorously suckling the tip of one finger. He won't stand for any chocolate stains on his leather gloves, thank you very much.]

I wish you well in your endeavours to thwart the schemes of your mundane... for what good they might do you, creature.

[Of course, he'd love to watch a bloodbath between muse and mundane.]

[He does not seem too impressed by the sensual act. At least, he doesn't react at all. It's possible that it's not something he noticed, really.]

My... thanks to you.

[Fancy that - he had been thanked. He can't resist chuckling to himself, more so at the thought that it might even be sincere. Verbal expressions of gratitude are wasted on this one. (As are apologies, but that probably won't be happening.)]

[It's as sincere as it can be with him. He stares blankly at the laugh, eyes severe.]

[Don't you give him that buzzkill of a look, young man. His small theatrical sigh is tinged with exasperation.]

...Would it kill you to smile? I have seen ghouls livelier than you, you boring wretch.

[He's still going to stare. Who is this person who torments him so?]

I see no reason to smile.

I find there is reason enough in any situation... regardless of what it may be.

There is no reason for mirth in this situation, or any!

[Watching an imp tumble down a flight of stairs was amusing. As was jamming a knife between the ribs of an enemy and staring hard into one's desperate, pleading eyes, letting them hope for mercy before twisting the hilt.]

What is life... but a sad joke for the creatures unloved by God? [He snorts softly, glancing aside for a moment.] ...I pity the beast who know not how to laugh.

[He snarls. He's definitely easier to set off than the Alucard that Isaac knows.]

I have no need for your pity.

'tis a little late for that. [He remarks pleasantly.] If contempt is what you prefer, you needn't worry, for of that I have more than enough.

[He considers this carefully.]

You are not my enemy.

[Clearly the enemy of the other him, but if the man isn't actively trying to kill him, Alucard has no reason to consider him an imminent threat.

It is, at least, him saying that he doesn't want to fight him.]

[He snorts softly, unable to simply leave it at that.]

Should you not keep your lust for blood in check, rest assured, I shall do it for you.

You shall not have to concern yourself with that.

[A scoffing sound escapes him, tinged with incredulity.]

Are you suggesting that I be so foolish as to blithely place my faith in you? Please.

Isaac's just terribad. :/

So mean, Isaac

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Oops, pardon the typo in the last tag. XD

No problem!

:3

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welp, looks like Isaac isn't ready to shut up yet after all

Hahaha Isaac

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