Voicetesting

[kismetatropos]

I know not what you are planning, but I do not like being kept in the dark. No matter where you send me, you will not keep me contained.

You are aware of that, are you not? Do not expect me to take this insult so passively.

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[kismetatropos]

[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.]

Oops, pardon the typo in the last tag. XD

[relictusdeus]

[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.]

No problem!

[kismetatropos]

[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.]

:3

[relictusdeus]

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.]

[kismetatropos]

[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.

[relictusdeus]

[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.)]

[kismetatropos]

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

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

[relictusdeus]

[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.

Hahaha Isaac

[kismetatropos]

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

I see no reason to smile.

[relictusdeus]

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

[kismetatropos]

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

[relictusdeus]

[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.

[kismetatropos]

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

I have no need for your pity.

[relictusdeus]

'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.

[kismetatropos]

[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.]

[relictusdeus]

[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.

[kismetatropos]

You shall not have to concern yourself with that.

[relictusdeus]

[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.

[kismetatropos]

[He glares.]

I do not harm innocents.

This curse is just that. I am not like my father. I will not blindly attack and kill any in my way!

[relictusdeus]

Of course you won't.

[Wouldn't trust a creature of the night as far as he could throw one.]

What ever helps you find sleep in the daytime, I suppose. Who am I to rob you of an idea that brings you such comfort?

[kismetatropos]

You will not continue to mock me!

[He isn't his father!]

[relictusdeus]

[He presses a hand to his chest, feigning wide-eyed concern as he cants his head.] Do I offend? Forgive me. [The sly, vile smile that soon tugs at the corners of his lips spoils his performance.]

[kismetatropos]

[He sneers.]

I will not be a monster like him.

[relictusdeus]

All creatures of the night are monsters by nature. Nothing more. [In his oh-so humble opinion.]

[kismetatropos]

And you would think yourself different?