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[tinyvampiregod]

[The screen flickers on and before it stands a pale creature with black hair and a long white coat. His eyes are red as rubies, lips bloodless pale in a faint smile

He tips his head to the side, hands clasped behind his back and when he speaks the voice is childish, affecting a lilt at the end of his words]

Canada. Aha.

[His tongue is pointed as it darts out to wet his lips]

I see through your trap. Nazis. You’ve mastered killing off your own kind but fail so badly at humor.

[Those red eyes take on an inner glow, burning like hellfire. Shadows thicken and draw forward, velvety fingers licking at his boots, at the shadowed hem of his coat]

I’ll have my Coffin and my human, now. [He looks left. Then right.

Then up.

Then down, back on the NV.


His tone is solemn, scolding, though the smile at the corners of his mouth deepens] No? [His bloodless lips pull back in a ghoulish smile, revealing dainty fangs that grow longer, sharper, two sets of upper canines, two sets of lower canines]

Then I shall huff and puff and tear this whole island down.

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[manofthenorth]

Mm. [ He doesn't answer that, not yet. ]

There are a number of different kinds of vampires here. Some recognise authority, others are little more than beasts who could care less the effect of their actions. But I have a responsibility to the community, and it is intelligence, after all, that sets any of us apart from animals. And in our case, age.

Would you prefer to go below? We can talk there without interruption.

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[tinyvampiregod]

Why you? [He inclines his head at the offering of going below to speak further, yes, always yes, that is why he is here.

To know.

There is no denying the technology he has observed is beyond that of 1944 London. Could the strange stories pressed on him be true?

For now he was more willing to indulge than even an hour ago.]

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[manofthenorth]

[ He tilts his head back, even as he opens the door down to his gaping basement, a chasm under the building. There's a door with a strange keypad beside it, which leads to where he sleeps, but mostly the room is just empty space, but for a few chains and a scratched, stained workbench.

When they're alone he closes the door again. ]

As far as I'm aware, I'm the second oldest vampire on the island, the oldest being my maker. Including my human years, I am one thousand, one hundred and twelve, and power and authority come with both.

That is 'why me'.

Don't get me wrong, I have never wanted power, or else I could simply have taken it. Authority comes with too much-- [ He waved his hand idly. ] --Baggage. Complications. Politics.

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[tinyvampiregod]

[A hint of surprise] Hoh, that is old.

Especially for one to want to coexist with humans and not tear through them like cattle. A mind not lost to madness. [There's almost a hint of envy but then it's gone.]

But now you are authority. And even with your own power, you others of power to do what? Hunt down the dogs that slip their leash and attack? [A faint grin.]

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[manofthenorth]

Perhaps in your world. If anything, vampires in my world become gentler as time passes. My maker does not drink blood any longer.

[ Except for you know that murderous rampage he just went on. ]

But I knew yet another who was the kind of monster you speak of.

No--I am a vampire sheriff. I delegate where I can. My interest is to minimalise the damage that our kind does. The police are not equipped to deal with us. If I wanted to kill, I could, and nobody would be able to stop me. That isn't acceptable.

But if I'm out fighting my own kind, how do I run a business, mm?

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[tinyvampiregod]

Age sustains him? [Different kinds of vampires with different abilities. It excites him.]

Heh. And so your need for creatures to delegate, enforcers. Which would do...? [He paces, stalks a patch of ground as he considers, needs to know, if the appearances of place are true, whether this vampire this creature seemingly so much more restrained than himself seeks these things or whether this is a ploy.

To be trapped here, to be imprisoned in this place, on this island without a purpose would wear away all the work the Hellsings had done. Movement stops and looks to Eric to gauge the response.]