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Dropping Dracul (Gabriel Belmont) from Castlevania Lords of Shadow since I've been wrangling his muse with no success. He was housed in District Zeta! Sorry to all my thread partners, hope to bring him back one day though.

Dropped!

– mod o13

[bloodcursed]

avaloness:

     ☾ His concern is appreciated. There are few in this city that Angela could deem as a friend or even an acquaintance so for someone to be worried over her well being and how she approaches this odd situation is comforting in some way… Not only that, but she can’t help but feel a bit flattered, as well.

     ❝ It’s how I’ve always fought; Gargoyles are known for our strength, you know! ❞ she responds to his concern with a lighthearted comment. As she does so, the brunette spares no time in offering him a smile along with a playful flex of her arms, attempting to keep the conversation from getting too crestfallen.

     ❝ So if I can’t hit them directly, I’ll just use whatever I’m able to make use of. ❞ especially since her full strength has since been returned to her when these wraiths started appearing throughout the city. It certainly makes it less troublesome for Angela to break down pillars and the like to swat them away with. Regardless the older teen flaps her wings and looks down below once more in some anticipation before her hazel hues glance back at the other.

     ❝ In any case, I’m ready to accompany you whenever, but… What about you? You’re able to fight these beings with no issues, I presume? ❞

☩ | The confidence the gargoyle showed him put most of his worries to rest. It was difficult but not impossible, perhaps she was more of a warrior than he suspected. If so, he could look forward to seeing her live up to that boast. And that flex, right.

            “FORGET WHAT I SAID THEN AND GIVE THEM HELL.”

Catching the wing-flap in the border’s of his vision, he summoned a pair of his own: feathery, black, fallen angel style to spite their heavenly onlooker. The answer to her question appeared in his hand, a blade with glacial appearance formed in his palm. 

         “OF COURSE. I WOULD NOT BE ABLE TO CALL MYSELF ‘PRINCE OF DARKNESS’ IF I COULD NOT EVEN DEFEAT THE MONSTERS IN MY OWN RANKS. THESE ARE BIGGER AND THEIR NUMBERS ARE GREATER, BUT THAT DOESN’T CHANGE THAT THEY ARE JUST PREY TO ME. LETS GO.”

He icy sword pointed up, winds shaped around it. A sort of snowstorm with it as epicenter formed and with a strike of his blade was sent downwards to the streets. It drew the attention of the foes towards them but their movements were hindered by the cold. That should help Angela stave off the assaulting wraiths in close-combat. Diving off the building, he sliced through some of them in his flight. It came quicker than he expected to an end when one of them touched his wings and they disintegrated. Catching himself, he recovered and took position on the ground

- ah, surrounded. 

But it worked for him.

[bloodcursed]

laylatan:

Immortal.

It’s something Scheherazade’s told stories about, night after night; a concept many wanted, but few obtained. A treasure. An end-all. Something to stave off the darkness, the touch of death and the fear therein. It’s almost laughable that she should meet one, here and now. 

Yet, his words ring true, like an echo from another place. Didn’t live. Yes, Scheherazade could relate to that. Resonate with it. Even now, she still grapples with her fear of death, and her inability to live because of it. Sadly, that fear is not something easily conquered; like her heart, her bones, her blood, it’s something that a part of her.

“My fate? I wonder… But, yes, you could call be a drifter. I am no immortal, but an existence out of time and place. Someone to be called whenever, wherever, to fulfil the wishes of the summoner. Much like a familiar.”

A bitter, unkind fate. Something she wished to avoid, but remained shackled to. Such was the destiny of all Heroic Spirits.

“Someone who will live and die a hundred, million times over… Taste the cold loneliness of death, but never truly die. Or live, it seems. Is it a pitiable thing? Am I foolish for fearing death as I am? Even now, with this strange freedom, I’m unsure of what to do…”

☩ | Undead but outside of time... bound to a dimension beyond it, like the shadow plane he presumed. Even here this kind of death would haunt her if it touched her. He mused how strange it was for a mere woman to be trapped in this spiral: if she was a witch or demon, her stance towards death should be different.

             “IT’S NOT FOOLISH TO FEAR IT.... IT MEANS YOU’RE HUMAN, EVEN IF YOU ARE A FAMILIAR. ”

A life without death was bitter, lonely and cold exactly because it lacked the fear of it. An appreciation for life, kindled by but not solely due to fear. Her question resonated with him, who despite of this knowledge had been going through the motions in all this time.

            ”PERHAPS, IT IS BECAUSE THIS CITY OFFERS US TOO MUCH FREEDOM WHILE KEEPING US CONFINED THAT IT DOESN’T MAKE IT EASIER TO GIVE YOURSELF PURPOSE IF YOU HAD NONE.... YOU ARE FREE TO DREAM HERE BUT ONLY IF YOU DARE. OR DO YOU DREAM OF DEATH?”

Strangely, that seemed easier when nothing was left but a blank state. He still carried that small dream with him from before his arrival that he could not seem to replace or displace: to be with his family. They were not here, so a drifter he remained. 

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Castlevania: Lords of Shadow 2

[bloodcursed]

deviloftherhine:

I’m not entirely sure what makes people think they’re above the set rules. Of course humans are selfish creatures but why go against something that helps in making your life easier? 

That said I don’t care really care why this man chooses to ignore simple instructions. What matters is that couple of my subordinates are down and I need to do my job. 

There are no exceptions to be made.

“ What if I say no? Will you strike a little girl down as well? “

☩ | “YOU’RE NOT A LITTLE GIRL, AREN’T YOU?”

This was not a child’s reaction, less a child’s place to wander about. The passage to the bordering sector had been shut down and his ability to teleport was negated between them... it would have been in the favor of these forces if his mist form was still among his powers, but that was not so.

In any case, he was certainly not looking at a vampire(like Laura) or the first being he encountered looking like a little girl and being some kind of spirit or otherwise. Even if she was human, his claws didn’t draw a distinction and he pressed them together as he approached.

          “I WAS CLEAR. MOVE ASIDE AND I WON’T HAVE TO SPILL YOUR BLOOD. ”

[bloodcursed]

imperiouswag:

「So, there was at least one person who remembered what happened back then. You’re pleased, really. It seemed as though no one quite understood what you were attempting to do back then, but the fact that someone out there actually GOT THE MESSAGE made it feel all the more worthwhile.」

「On the other prong, his tone isn’t exactly heartening. You’ve dealt with people who’ve presented this type of attitude before and typically, you’ve wanted to stab them in five minutes or less on average. Still, you get the sense he won’t exactly be a pushover if you start some shit, so you’ll at least humor him for the moment.」

“Something like that. There’s a difference between establishing the status quo and defending what belongs to you.”

“But you seem like a smart boy, just from that brief little observation. I’m sure I don’t have to spell all that out for you.”

☩ |  Whatever status quo she was musing about, it was failed to be established in his own opinion. That he was merely fishing for answers, not for the content of them may have become clear with her refusal to entertain him further that way. 

His form faded and re-appeared almost instantly on ground-level. Black mist trailed behind him for a little while longer as he walked, dissipating by the time he closed enough distance.

             “CONFIRMATION IS ALL I WANTED.”

Countless lifetimes offered him the chance to witness individuals with similar methodology but disappointing mentality. Deviation from the mold of chaos was welcome. Their little talk didn’t go uninterrupted for long, as a couple of wraiths approached to revenge their fallen. 

              “WE SHARE A COMMON ENEMY: BOREDOM. HOW ABOUT WE LIVEN UP THIS HUNT?”

The shadow whip that rested as a red gauntlet was extended and slashed against the ground. A race or mutual destruction while fending off the wraiths...perhaps both. Perhaps she had an idea of her own. The Prince of Darkness retained curiosity about what she would make out of this offer.

[bloodcursed]

vampijerovic:

@bloodcursed​

       “Wait– just a moment.” He raised a hand to his face, pressing two fingers to his eyes. Even after drinking, he was still exhausted. For all his bluffing, Satan had been right when he’d said that Alucard’s body was the one on the receiving end of Dracula’s beating. The thing that had once been Trevor could hardly feel his legs – his chest and stomach, however, were not suffering from the same numbness. More so than his body, though, his soul had taken quite a bit of damage. Despite having been effectively exorcised, he still felt grimy.

☩ | Hearing the plea, he threw a glance past his shoulder and raven hair at the other vampire. A mild frown set in, twitched while he observed. Signs of fatigue? Such things should not exist to creatures of the night like them, outside of the need for blood. The Dragon turned around fully and granted his scion the moment of respite.

              “... WHAT’S THE MATTER?”

A question without much weight in emotion, blank unlike his expression. They had much to tell each other but the feeling persisted that this wasn’t it. Something was off.

[bloodcursed]

Finally he can strike cool poses with his sword again!

[bloodcursed]

ceremonialpurge:

“ –YOU ABANDONED GOD.”

              the response came quickly, retaliation both on his tongue  and in his claws. Placing a foot a half pace forward, he better loomed. Metal rubbed and chimed as he clutched the stake, now straight up. He placed his weight into it. If the vampire’s strength faulted, it would meet the consequence for its unbelief. There was no your. Too much aligned. Too much hurt him.

      “ The road darkens and you equate blindness to an act of dereliction?! There is no deceit! Excuses are your lack of faith, your denial of miracles and love!  Those canines mark a monster yet you do not know me!  How can I relate to a fool who has only had one lifetime to snivel and whine?” 

☩ | The downpour of fanatic nonsense was splitting him open long before the stake would. Nothing but rancid accusations, a man who knew nothing of his life screaming about a love he couldn’t even fathom. The vampire growled in disgusted, then faded, left the armored knight to fall onto the ground with the weight of his fidelity and body against the ground. 

A boot stomped onto the exposed back of the eirei with near-enough force to crack the steel. He had teleported right behind his nemesis.

                  “I SLAYED SATAN HIMSELF, PRATTLING ABOUT LOVE AND FAITH JUST AS YOU ARE NOW, OLD MAN. WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO SHOW? I AM HIS CHAMPION. I AM HIS CHOSEN ONE. WHO. ARE. YOU? NOTHING. WHERE IS YOUR GOD NOW? HE IS NOT HERE. HE NEVER HAD BEEN HERE. “

He kicked again, for emphasis on his anger.

              “THEN SNIVEL AND WHINE FOR INFINITE LIFE TIMES. YOU ARE A MONSTER NOW AND YOU WILL BE ONE FOR THE REST OF ALL OF THEM. GROW ACCUSTOMED TO THE DARKNESS OR BURN UP IN THE LIGHT; IT HATES YOU.”

[bloodcursed]

get in loser we're going to hot topic.

@vampijerovic | LOSER ARE YOU SERIOUS

☩ | The Prince of Darkness turned with a frown to his scion- and the shop front behind them. Mistakes had been made… he was not sure where, when, which ones but their consequences haunted him. Could it be that his son held something against him, that this spite showing itself was unnecessary childish pressure for a reason rooted in dislike…?

…never, that would be the fate of some classic-line villain, not him. Their relationship was great with a capital g! THERE WAS NO WAY HE’D STILL HOLD THE ‘DOG’ REMARK AGAINST HIM. 

         “SON. WE ARE NOT GOING BACK TO HOT TOPIC. WE STEPPED OUT OF THERE TWENTY SECONDS AGO. AND YOU WILL NOT CALL ME LOSER, EVER AGAIN. DOG.”

That honestly slipped.

[vampijerovic-blog]

                 ‘til human voices wake us, and we drown .

[bloodcursed]

laylatan:

@bloodcursed

It’s not within Caster’s nature to talk to strangers (in fact, it’s not in her nature to make eye contact with a man so tall and dark, or walk open streets at such a time), but something strikes her to do so. Fear, maybe. It’s certainly not bravery, and she’d deny anything of the like, if asked. Yes, if anything, it’s fear – her tongue works automatically when faced with such things. It’s not curiosity, not courage, and certainly not a need to face her fears. And this man was one of the more fearsome things she’d encountered in the city. 

Death. Death. It’s here, on his skin, in his lungs.

He’s so atypically dressed (black and red, the scent of blood and turned soil), she almost finds it funny. Almost, were it not for the imposing presence he carries.

“Good evening,” she says, offering a curt bow. “My apologies for such a question. But, I wonder… What do you think of death? Do you fear it? Do you focus on living, in order to ignore it?” Pursing her lips, Caster pauses, shaking. “You see, I fear it. I loathe it. But… ah, I want to conquer it, too. So much so, I find myself talking to a stranger about it.” 

☩ | Could she tell what kind of curse flowed in his veins? Approached like this, just like this, it was a foolishness only those ready to die would knowingly commit. Yet this strange woman claimed the opposite, spoke strangely of mortality... as if she bedded death itself and found herself pulled into its embrace again and again. 

Though she did not reek of his kin, it resonated with the paradoxical wish of someone immortal. Hated it. When he heard that, he turned fully to face her. But wished to conquer it too. Leaving a pause, he decided to answer after all.

         “...I AM NOT AFRAID OF DYING. YOU TALK TO AN IMMORTAL, STRANGER. FOR A LONG TIME I SOUGHT TRUE DEATH... NOT BECAUSE I FEARED IT BUT BECAUSE I DIDN’T LIVE. I DRIFTED TO WHERE MY FATE TOOK ME. ”

           “NOW I FOCUS ON DECIDING MY OWN FATE. WHAT ABOUT YOURS? ARE YOU ONLY A DRIFTER ON THE WAVES OF TIMES TOO?”        

[bloodcursed]

@bloodsymphony | FALSE BLOODLINES

☩ | 14XX AD, WALLACHIA. An unnatural fog filled the final room, barely gave sight to the silhouette of the vampire lord whose red eyes scrutinized his ‘guest’. All knowledge he required exposed itself in that emblem woven in gold, a crest he had expected to vanish under the avalanche of history after so long. Still, it wasn’t the battle of destiny he had been looking for. 

Unbeknownst to either party, this hunter’s arrival in his castle was certainly no more than a whim of the Navigators who had likely snatched him in passing in another place (another world) and transported him across dimensions to the bowels of this Castlevania. Heaving himself from his throne, he made away with the obstructing mist. The Dragon’s low voice was ominous but not without a twisted hint of joy at encountering his prey again.

           “BELMONT... HAS THE BROTHERHOOD SENT YOU HERE TO YOUR DEATH? YOUR ANCESTORS SHOULD HAVE WARNED YOU OF THE FUTILITY OF THIS QUEST. YOU ARE NO BETTER THAN THOSE WHO WALKED BEFORE YOU WHO FAILED TO KILL ME. ”

[bloodcursed]

@avxsta | IT’S A THING NOW

☩ | It confused him as much as it resonated with him. There had been a presence of evil lurking in the church which he first noticed soon after his arrival in the city, yet had forgotten about until his roaming this evening led him there by chance.

Strangely enough, following the aura led him behind rather than inside to further defile the building. What he caught sight of there reminded him of that bitey werewolf lady he hadn’t seen (thankfully?) for a while either. Was there something about dumpsters that fascinated lifeforms in this city?

            “WHAT ARE YOU DOING THERE?”

[bloodcursed]

@deviloftherhine | TRESPASSING

☩ | Negotiations never were his strong point, and this was an unfortunate truth that led to taking out the guards that now patrolled the perimeter. Who they were looking for originally and why the zone’s access had been restricted during his absence were mortal minutia he had no interest in. 

On the contrary, his actions did not go unnoticed by them... another batch, in his way again.

           “MOVE.” 

[bloodcursed]

OOC. Heyyy. Selective starter call here, both for group and new indie-followers. Now that the event’s been over for a while I’ll also get back on my non-event threads.

Starters will probably lean on the short side for now since I still have things to catch up on.

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