finishing up his app

[damngod]

You talk about me and yet ignore me for months, you put me at the bottom of the pile for over a year, and now here you are again. You've come back, just as I knew you would. I am not one to be ignored for very long. I will always be returned to, in the end.

[yeah yeah you're just that good and no one forgets you because you drink all their friends, we know, we know]

Now, as for this...application. You have time, certainly, but you should endeavor to finish it as soon as possible. That it is still not completed is very sad to me. Very sad indeed. A push in the right direction is all you need. Keep going. You know I can wait, but I would rather not. It has been too long. My time at the forefront is now.

...no matter that it is a place composed of a turtle's back.

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[the_lady_and_the_unicorn]

A turtle's back? Is that big enough for...a place?

[damngod]

Apparently it is.

It is a very large turtle, I must add. Very large.

[the_lady_and_the_unicorn]

It must be. I have never encountered one so large.

[damngod]

I would never have thought there could be a turtle so large. It is a very strange idea, but it seems to be going well enough.

The turtle is still swimming, after all.

[the_lady_and_the_unicorn]

I will pray that he never sinks. [That would be devastating.] Forgive my curiosity. Some of my friends are turtles.

[damngod]

[What?]

You are friends with...turtles? They are more than your pets?

[the_lady_and_the_unicorn]

Many forest creatures are my companions. I...am not in my true form.

[damngod]

Ah.

[Vlad knows all about not being in his true form. Such a shame to have to hide.]

I wouldn't call them my friends, but the wolves near my home are very fond of me and I of them. Your turtles must feel lucky.

[the_lady_and_the_unicorn]

[She tilts her pale head and gazes at him fixedly. There is a pink mark on her forehead where her horn used to be and her eyes are an odd - yet beautiful - shade of purple.]

Wolves are intelligent creatures. I respect them greatly. It is nice to see a man befriending them.

The men I have known... [Not all of them. There are exceptions.] They hunt, they pillage and ravage without conscience.

[damngod]

[Vlad doesn't know anything about this pillaging and ravaging, nope. Or about not having a conscience. Or about being a man that would even care about those things. That's just too terrible to even imagine. Really it is.

He does like wolves, though.]

It sounds as though you could stand to know some different men.

[the_lady_and_the_unicorn]

I have met...two...that are different. [One is a wizard and another is a prince.] The first one did not call me a white mare.

[That last part is said in a way that makes it obvious the phrase insults her.]

Men are so close-minded. They only see what they want to see.

[bindsthedead]

A turtle's back... You're headed to Keeliai?

[damngod]

That is the intended end result, yes. Are you there?

[bindsthedead]

Yes. [Rather curt, but it takes some effort for Sabriel to talk to anything undead without trying to kill them or bind them.]

[damngod]

[No reason to kill Vlad just because he's a vampire. He's really friendly and never causes trouble. Honest.]

That hardly bodes well. Do you have a problem with this place?

[Surely no one has a problem with Vlad!]

[bindsthedead]

Aside from the looming threat of what we were brought to face- not much. I have students, and with no Dead causing trouble, I have no particularly pressing duties.

[damngod]

What do you mean, no Dead?

[oh no can he smell his decay? Better do something about that.]

[bindsthedead]

I think you know very well.

[Perfume won't help. One part of having an affinity for Death is always knowing whether what you're looking at is alive or not. Sabriel reaches not for the sword at her hip, but one of the bells fastened to a bandolier on her chest, though she doesn't remove it.]

[damngod]

Are you of the opinion that all those who are dead are an immediate source of trouble?

[He hasn't done anything wrong he's just undead that's prejudice!]

[bindsthedead]

When they have to steal life in order to remain in the realm of the living, they are.

[neverwasavampire]

So.... Yet another filthy leech of the Undead who has the audacity to USE my name.

[damngod]

[blondie, you seem upset]

Is that so?

[neverwasavampire]

[The REAL Vlad Tepes Dracula is getting sick and tried of all the bullshit that you, Bram Stoker and all these other alternative universe counterparts of his have put his name through.]

God as my witness and yes, I never turned my back on him. You are not Vlad Dracula, Voivode of Wallachia, son of Vlad Dracul of the Order of the Dragon, of the House of Drăculești. I deny it with all my heart and soul.

[damngod]

[u mad?

u mad]

You believe you have much to prove, I see. This is not my problem.

[vlad is not going to help anybody with self-esteem issues lbr]

[neverwasavampire]

[Oh so you want to play things THAT way. Well then, this Vlad knows exactly what you're sore spot is.]

Prove myself? To the likes of you, a weakling who would abandon his people and homeland to an enemy that if he were truly Dracula would have hated more than the Devil himself all over the mere loss of a wife? How little you know you're supposed self.

[damngod]

[what]

I believe you are mistaken. I've done nothing in the name of a wife lost. You must be confused.

[werethatgood]

It's... not entirely composed of a turtle's back. But most of the time spent there is on the turtle's back.

[damngod]

Certainly not. A turtle could not be alive if it was composed of nothing more than a back. There must be a head. Fins. A belly.

[Look at him, so logical.]

[werethatgood]

... so long as you're aware you said something odd.

[damngod]

What do you mean, something odd?

[werethatgood]

Well, you said that the place is composed of a turtle's back.

[damngod]

Ah—a turn of phrase. My English could still be improved.

Hello handsome.

[what_is_a_man]

Yes, my mundane is encountering similar issues. However, I would prefer not to be placed in the place mine has picked out for me, if only because of the children who think themselves my equal that are running about. Yes, they need to be put in their place, yet somehow I do not look forward to dealing with their prattling. If they were forced to face me personally when addressing me, that would be one thing.

too much glorious hair for one post

[damngod]

Children?

[Does he mean actual children or...]

You mean a place with several young vampires running around, some of which have decided that keeping such a thing a secret is too much to handle?

Indeed

[what_is_a_man]

Were it so simple.

[If he had a pulse, you'd see a vein throbbing.]

No, I mean a young witch with delusions of grandeur - in the employ of the Church no less - and a boy who would seek to claim my power as his 'inheritance.'

[He still finds the idea of the Church employing a Witch to hunt him a direct mockery, since his wife was burned at the stake for being a witch.]

[damngod]

Church.

[So much disdain in such a small word. No veins throbbing either, but he's clearly on board with the church hate.]

Should keep their noses in their bibles and hymnals where they belong.

[what_is_a_man]

Amen to that.

[If he had a cup to raise, he would.]

The one bright point is that Death has found his way there. At least I will not lack for intelligent conversation.

[damngod]

[Is it a cup full of blood? Vlad could get behind that.]

Death? He would be a boon in anything, I would believe. Imagine all he's learned throughout history, how much he could tell—if he would impart it, of course.

[what_is_a_man]

[But of course! Wine is so tasteless these days anyway.]

He has been a loyal vassal for centuries, and trusted confidant.

[Vlad doesn't know that this is a different Death, though.]

Not to mention the only being to ever match me in a game of Chess.

[damngod]

[leave it to two draculas to be all about taste]

You've met him already? [Wow Vlad is kind of jealous] Match you—you mean he beat you? In chess?

[what_is_a_man]

[Indeed. You should try the blonds. They seem to have tastier blood.]

Indeed. I have known Death for as long as I can remember. [He nods, chuckling a bit.] I'm not entirely sure just how he managed it either. I suppose when you are present on every battlefield throughout the entirety of time, you pick up a few insights in strategy.

[damngod]

[The more exotic meals are always worth a try!]

Old friends. [Greeted death as an old friend sounds great, just ask the third brother.] I'm sure he'd have more than insights into what strategic methods should be utilized throughout various battles.

He might know as close to "everything" as anyone ever could. Must be a little stressful, having that much information.

[erikano300]

[It doesn't really have to know The Dracula personally to be aware of who The Dracula is.

Just follow the unholy vibes and there you are, one Dracula.

That isn't to say it's not interested in seeing him. In a strange 'I met Manson' kind of way.

The angel itself is roughly five feet away, carefully examining with its... several eyes, trying to pinpoint exactly what is so horrifying here.]

DON'T LISTEN TO THAT OTHER DRACULA'S LIES. THIS WITCH HAS NO DELUSIONS!

[swapswithjonathan]

[ Hello, Dracula. Charlotte shoots the vampire an annoyed look, her large Book of Binding tucked under her left arm as she sizes this version up. Every single version of this stupid vampire seems to have some kind of creep factor. ]

Your time at the forefront? Please, don't make me laugh. As if there won't be hunters in the game your mun is sending you off to.