002 - Slouch of Villainy

[what-is-a-man.livejournal.com]

[Well, never mind how long it's been, Dracula shows back up on the ol Plane, this time bringing something along with him.

Or perhaps, under him is a way to put it. He has brought to the plane a rather elaborate and, not to mention, chaotic throne with him. After all, what is an embodiment of darkness without his throne to slouch villainously in. It's just not right.

Upon a passing glance of it, the rather tall back to the throne seems symmetrical, but further observation will show that it really isn't, and in fact the two sides are similar but different from one another. This is not a mere design flaw by some craftsman with ADHD, this is an intentional display of the subtleties of chaos.

And on the topic of chaos anyone sensitive to it will likely be able to detect a small chaotic presence from the throne itself.

Now, upon the throne, slouched in the way only a villain truly can, is Dracula. No glass of blood, this time, One legged is crossed over the other, one hand is propping his head up, whilst the other rests casually upon the arm rest.]

Ah. Now this is much more to my liking.

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[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

[Someone's gotta keep tabs on the evil here on the Plane. Axel is just out of seeing range. It's hard to hide on the Plane since everyone emits their own 'soul light', unless, of course, you're peeking around behind a building. It's possible that he could be up to something else, like any other resident.

If he weren't watching Dracula out of the corner of his eye every once in a while.]

[what-is-a-man.livejournal.com]

[That makes two entities keeping tabs on the things that fall nicely under evil. Although this one for all the wrong reasons.

And it seems as if he is none the wiser to being peeped upon every now and then.]

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

{:O}

Wow, that's amazing! I've never seen a chair that...big, before. I guess that would make it a throne, wouldn't it?

[what-is-a-man.livejournal.com]

[...A small smile upon his face. He does like it so when he and his own is admired in any way by any one]

A throne indeed. The only one fitting for such as I.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

Oh, indeed! I can't boast a throne for myself, unless you count the "throne of corpses" as Amshel called it, many years ago.

[what-is-a-man.livejournal.com]

A throne of corpses, you say. [A little sharpness to that smile. There is a vampire in there, somewhere] What a pity it is only an object of the past.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

{She nods}

It only seemed fitting for the human that kept me captive for fifty years as his experiment. I couldn't have thought of anything better.

[what-is-a-man.livejournal.com]

Fitting indeed. Enough for some. Were it myself...there are special fates in store for fools so audacious as he.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

Like what?

[weerweer.livejournal.com]

[The throner and its bearer have enough presence to make Isaiah a tiny bit dizzy, maybe a touch tipsy, and of course irresistibly drawn. On actually seeing Dracula and the throne, however, his eyes bug out and he freezes like a rabbit coming across the fox.]

[what-is-a-man.livejournal.com]

In an uncreative example, it should be noted just how easy it is to keep a human alive while slowly taking that life from them. So much to take, yet they need so little of it to feel pain.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

{She curls some of her hair around her finger, nodding absently}

Oh, certainly. I know my share of that.

[what-is-a-man.livejournal.com]

[And, of course, a near millennium of experience has made him wise to the signs of one drawn in by, among other things, chaos and evil. And in response, the proverbial fox smiles most darkly]

Quite sobering, is it not?

[what-is-a-man.livejournal.com]

I am sure. It is in our nature to know such things, one way or another.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

...Our nature? Do you think so?

[what-is-a-man.livejournal.com]

Indeed it is and indeed I do.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

{She interlaces her fingers together lightly}

I wouldn't know. There's only Saya and I, and...Well, neither one of us really knows about what we are.

[what-is-a-man.livejournal.com]

[A vampire that does not know what they are? A frown flickers on and off Dracula's face]

Is it not obvious? You are night made flesh.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

No, I don't think it is, because Sister is human, except for what she eats, it seems like. But I don't know what I am. It's not really "happy" either way.

[what-is-a-man.livejournal.com]

[He lifts his free hand and then presses a finger into the armrest idly]

Night shall always have day. An opposite but an integral element. Her being does not disqualify you from your right of existance.

[weerweer.livejournal.com]

[He laughs nervously and looks around a little.]

Yeeeeaaah, that's one word for it.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

But if I were "night", then I wouldn't be able to have the friends that are "day".

[what-is-a-man.livejournal.com]

When the fire and the fang of mortal men are bared towards you and yours, they shall be held in the same regard if they do not abandon you firstly. Perhaps they may be of day, but that shall only last until reality catches up with you.

[what-is-a-man.livejournal.com]

But of course.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

Then I guess I'll just have to wait a mortal's lifetime to see. I made a promise to him, after all, so I'll keep it until I see a reason otherwise.