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[]Revelation 16:15

Behold, I come as a thief. Blessed is he that watcheth, and keepeth his garments, lest he walk naked, and they see his shame.

[†]What a blessed new years this was. His chief was safe and somewhat sound in mind, he had a new flock to look after, no sign of that insane vampire... And the moon was full... well, some sort of moon, that is. At the sight of the streakers running past the balcony in the street he slaps the sliding glass door open and shakes his fist at them. How debased![†]

Ye daftie dobbers, pit some bleedin' pants oan! Hae ye upstarts nae sham'? Gonnae make th' puir children an' th' rest o' us blin'd!

O'Fer Heaven's sake.

[†]Useless. He has the right mind to go after them, wrap up their naked bodies and toss them in a river. He flops back down in his arm-chair and slumps, gazing to the blinking red light of the LP's camera.[†]

Hogmanay an' Daft Days, och... God rest those crude souls.

[Action] And God I couldn't resist.

Date: 2010-01-02 01:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bloody-count.livejournal.com
[Unfortunately the Paladin chose the wrong moment to stand at the balcony doors, because a few moments after it closed, a large brick came sailing through it, shattering the glass and landing on the carpet with a THUMP.

The number XIII is scratched deep into its surface, along with the Iscariot symbol - upside down.

Alucard's laughter echoes for a moment before it fades, blending with the coming night.]


Date: 2010-01-02 09:27 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dusty-angelus.livejournal.com
[That psychotic guffawing following the intricate love-note was just what the priest needed to set him off like a short-wicked lit fuse. He grabbed the brick, silver blades forging to his grasp as he burst out the shattered window and landed in the street.]


[Not one to throw petty threats without action, he chases after that reseeding laughter.]
Edited Date: 2010-01-02 09:41 pm (UTC)

[Action] Where's the fun in that?

Date: 2010-01-02 09:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bloody-count.livejournal.com
[But the vampire is way ahead of him, rocketing through the shadows with gleeful abandon, echoing that mocking laughter from every corner.]

Missay my boredom, Judas! Your pathetic attempts at righteousness are a mockery to your petty little Organization!


[Action] O' I'll give ya fun!

Date: 2010-01-02 10:13 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dusty-angelus.livejournal.com
Whit does th' revilin' paragon o' bile ken o' anythin' righteous!?

[He scoffed whilst a catapulting spring in his heel had the priest soaring above the rooftops of the city and landing like a sheer-footed ram on the very top of the Park's Ferris wheel.]

Ah hear ye barkin' bit all Ah see is ae retreatin' wee bint!
Edited Date: 2010-01-02 10:54 pm (UTC)

[Action] ♥♥

Date: 2010-01-03 12:55 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bloody-count.livejournal.com
[The vampire hit the ride from the bottom, striking with enough force to make the metal thing groan and creak. He slithered up the railing to land opposite the priest with his shark-like grin, both guns already in hand.]



Date: 2010-01-02 08:46 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] crimsonguarddog
You would think they would know better. [Facepalm.]


Date: 2010-01-02 09:30 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dusty-angelus.livejournal.com
Nae even a scrap 'o decency.

[There's a hiss from him, yet it fades as he rubs his temples, gripping for composure.]


Has yer New Years faired well, Miss Cissnei?


Date: 2010-01-02 10:34 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] silvery-serpent.livejournal.com
[ He stood alone in the midst of the wreckage, the cursed wind blowing through flowing golden strands, feet skirting around the broken shards of glass. Eyes the color of a stormy ocean stared after where His Grace could have sworn his mentor had been standing only moments ago.

Now, only the whispers of the night sang their enigmatic ensemble, with the fading scent of rain fading from the air.]

Edited Date: 2010-01-02 10:35 pm (UTC)


Date: 2010-01-02 10:50 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dusty-angelus.livejournal.com
[The night rang out with the priest's roars and the vampire's shrill cackling. Holy lights streaking in the air like fire-works would be on this eve' of the new year.

It didn't take long for the man, seething with ungratified fury to let his gloved hand touch the broken threshold, glass shimmering across the already messy floor as he hunched and stepped through the pane. Mopping blood from his brow with the back of his fist, his glazed jade-like eyes glanced up... seeing his leader awaiting him like a parental awaiting their child to return after an all-night illegal binge.]


[A wry smile wrinkled his tattered features, while he scratched the side of his cheek, knowing he was sure to be in trouble... especially about the window.]

Edited Date: 2010-01-02 10:50 pm (UTC)


Date: 2010-01-03 01:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] silvery-serpent.livejournal.com
[ How fitting that the Midian should reduce himself to nothing but cheap, infantile skulduggery; a two-bit terror acting out against his betters equating to nothing more than an unruly undead manchild throwing a tantrum.

Bricks heaved through the veranda panes—Really, couldn't this menace control himself a little better than that? Truly, creatures of the night were not so barbaric as to harass their Neighbor with their putrescent tongue?

No: Far worse. This was no civilized nor tame beast to be chastised and wrapped under finger and thumb.

This was Iscariot's most sacred enemy: The one and only Vlad Dracul, Master of Vampires, whose powers were immeasurable and whose lives extended beyond human reckoning.

Perhaps the descent into this Land of unfamiliarity had muddled his mind?

Then again, since when had he ever been sane in the first place?]

Can't you control that play mate of yours?

[ Scoffs at the state of disarray that the living room was now in, quite piqued now that the heat was being sucked out through the gaping hole in the walls. Without the glass the wintry air acted as a siphon, drawing out the cozy temperature until it was a frigid cave.

Clearly, he was unamused.]
Edited Date: 2010-01-03 01:13 am (UTC)
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