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frozensovereign‌:

         With how flustered Angelica was,   even Elsa had to be at ease.   A hand is lifted.   ❝ It’s quite alright.   You don’t need to curtsy.   Perot is so cute,   but I am afraid I must decline petting him.   I have powers and well,   sometimes they are a little too strong.   I’d rather not hurt your precious friend. ❞

          ❝ I have a friend too.   His name is Olaf.   He’s quite amusing.   Maybe you can meet him.   I made him with my powers   ———   I control the ice and snow. ❞    It’s the first time she’s talked about it to someone other than Anna.   Maybe it’s a sign she’s just a little bit more comfortable.   Or maybe this was just one of her ‘good days’?   She can never tell.   ❝ Angelica is a very pretty name. ❞

     Power over ice and snow? 

          Her brows raise minutely and she stares at the lady with no small amount of awe. Is she Methuselah too? Or perhaps a Witch? Or, maybe just blessed by God? Whatever the case may be, Angelica doesn’t feel the need to ask, as it might be rude or too personal. Especially since Elsa is a queen after all.

          However, child doesn’t feel the least bit afraid. How can she when Queen Elsa has been so kind to her and Perot thus far? Her gut tells her that there is currently nothing to fear, so the girl allows herself a soft smile as she pens her reply.

Thank you again, Queen Elsa. My mother gave it to me. Only, Angelica had to change the spelling. But it’s still my name. Is Olaf a snow person? Angelica hasn’t seen one for a long time.

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          Hey!  I’m new to the Disney fandom!  However,  would you be so kind as to like or reblog this if you’re willing to roleplay with a new Elsa from Disney’s FROZEN and  FROZEN 2?  I don’t have fancy theme and what not,  but I’m still itching to get started!  Crossover friendly!

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frozensovereign‌:

      ❝ Oh!  Your rabbit is very cute! ❞   Elsa was never the most secure in social interactions. Blame could be shifted to her rather traumatic childhood.   Which leaves her unsure around other.   But she has often fund children to be the easiest to speak to.   Leaving her less afraid,   a smile on her face.   Kind,   just as she should be.   ❝ What is your rabbits name? ❞

           But she does not reach to touch it.   That old instinctual fear it may turn to ice and shattered beneath her touch causes her to refrain from petting.   Added to the fact that she has not yet received the okay.   Even if she did,   she didn’t want to injure it.   Even if her powers are more under control,  that old fear nags at the edge of her mind.   Her powers are always growing.   ❝ Oh,  forgive me.  I am Elsa,   Queen of Arendelle. ❞

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          Angelica, being raised by both of her parents, and others after they had both passed away, has been educated extensively in proper manners and etiquette. Of course, when coming face to face with such a beautiful sovereign, the child begins to inwardly, and perhaps visibly, panic. What should she do?! She’s never actually met a queen before. Curtsy? Respond? She can’t do both at the same time! 

          So, she makes the best decision she can and puts the loop of her rabbit’s basket over one arm and does a quick but proper curtsy, just as she’s been taught. She then reaches into her dress pocket and pulls out her small notebook and charcoal pencil. She writes speedily but as neatly as possible.

Thank you, Your Majesty. His name is Perot and you may pet him if you wish to. I am Angelica.

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vampirege‌:

❝ Terrans have no power over me. ❞   His reply is short, quick, but not unkind. He does not intend to frighten her, but merely express his disinterest in this….order of theirs.   ❝ You are a vampire.Why do you fear these humans? ❞   He is patient in all things, his gaze neither harsh, nor unkind. There is no harshness to his voice, but detachment. His gaze is shifted to the city around them but he has yet to take notice of anyone. He prefers it that way. Eventually a shrug of the shoulders.  ❝ I do not understand your distaste, but I will accept it for what it is in this moment, child. ❞

Angelica and Perot are an interesting pair. He finds himself silently agreeing to come along with them. A nod of the head. He does not verbally reply to her wish, but he has not made a move to carry out his earlier thoughts either. But, he will not deny the nagging thirst which gnaws at his corpse. The need to drink rising —– but he is Nosferatu and it is easily ignored. Alucard can survive for years without a drink of blood. Now is no different and it is nothing more than a significant annoyance. To which he pays no heed as he agreed to follow this child to her infirmary. Well, the infirmary —– it is not hers, specifically.

❝ Blood given willingly is sweeter than that which is forcibly taken. ❞   He will assume the blood there was donated. To what end, he knows not, but it should provide suitable relief to the thirst which consumed him from the inside out. Alucard can ignore his thirst, but eventually, he too, must drink.

A pause however and his gaze softens only a little bit.   ❝ Does my use of the term ‘vampire’ make you unwell? Where I come from…. it is a despised term, but there is no other name for us… Though we are considered to be a curse upon humanity and demons of the night. ❞

          Angelica nods and beckons with one small hand for him to follow her through the dark, interconnected corridors of the Underground. She is still a bit uncertain as to his intentions -- this “No One” -- but is willing to give him the benefit of doubt. Surely, he wouldn’t nod to her requests he didn’t intend to follow them. That’s what she hopes, at least.

          She sets off down the long hallway, feet making barely any noise as she goes and Perot’s basket looped securely over one arm. She writes as she walks, not tripping or second guessing her footing even once. She’s been down here long enough to know almost every nook and cranny like the back her hand and after all this time, her eyesight has adjusted well to dim lighting. Traversing through the passages is almost like second-nature to her now. And, for a small girl, she is uncannily graceful in her movements -- a true child of the ‘Long-Lived Race’. Once Angelia finishes what she intends to say, she holds her notebook up high enough for him to see -- hopefully -- with one hand, still not breaking a step.

Angelica is not a curse upon humanity or a demon. Neither is anyone else down here. We are Methuselah. We are as human as Terrans are and have a right to live and exist just like they do.

But Angelica is not Awakened yet. I can’t do anything like Virgil and Vanessa. Someday, when I grow up, I will feel the Thirst too. But still, Angelica does not want to hurt a Terran.

Virgil says that the Queen of Albion will remember the treaty and protect us. But Vanessa says the Terrans could come at any moment and get rid of us. I hope that does not happen.

Also, most of us prefer the word Methuselah instead of ‘vampire’. Terrans use it because they think we’re all scary monsters. We are not monsters. We are people. Angelica thinks it is actions and choices that make people seem monstrous.

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vernades‌:

A child didn’t deserve to suffer. No matter what their background, what they were, children were innocent of the crimes of circumstance. It reminded Sypha distantly of the coven they’d been born into so many years ago, before immortality rendered them a derelict out of time. It had been wholesome and loving, despite what the Church and methuselah thought of them.

But Angelica and Sypha were different, severed from that bloodied past that crossed the lines between their kinsmen. The redhead glanced down at the blonde, a thoughtful look on their features. 

“But like the past, those bad people will go away, too. Sometimes, their hearts can’t be changed. Even if we do everything possible. Yet, as long we lead good and whole lives, even if it should be taken from us…the life beyond would reward us for it, I think. Don’t you? It’s important to be good, even if the world isn’t.”

          Her smile turns sad, though the sweetness still remains. So much of her short life has been bittersweet thus far and much of her honest, pure love is now mingled with a sort of all-encompassing grief that can never be gotten rid of -- only carried. So much rests on shoulders that are surely too young and small to bear such burdens and yet, bear them she must. 

I know that I will see my family and friends again someday. Until then, Angelica will do her very best. Even if the world thinks I should not exist, I’m still here. So, Angelica thinks that being alive means that one is supposed to exist and do good with the time that is given. Angelica just wishes that she were stronger.

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goldenendless‌:

Where she comes from? So this world is different than the fragment she had been in. In which cause, there is a momentary flash of confusion. ❝ Have you never seen a television? ❞ Beatrice couldn’t imagine a world where there is no television and no anime or manga to read. Strange, but she does not say that. (Surely the look and question that followed were clues to her thoughts.) But she folds her arms and lets her pipe rest in her hands. ❝ Methuselah? Is that what vampires are called now? ❞

Something her mind picked up on. ‘ Vampire ‘ must be a bad word here and thus she refrains from saying it as often as she can now. A light chuckle. ❝ My bad, I was not aware the word ‘ vampire ‘ is bad. Methuselah it is then. I expected Methuselah to be scary like they are on television all fangs, dark —– broody. With a cape! They even turn into bats and fly! I suppose that’s a bit too fantasy now isn’t it? Unless you can really turn into bats! Hahaha! ❞

❝ If you can, you should show me! I’ll show you my special talent —— turning into golden butterflies. I can also make anything I want appear. I can even make a television appear so you can see all the programs with vamp ———- Methuselah on them. ❞

A tilt of the head. ❝ Why do you write on the notepad? ❞ Was she shy? Was she unable to speak? ❝ You…. kind of remind me of someone else I know of who has eyes that have seen far too much…. ❞

Goodness, this Miss Beato really speaks so boldly! Not that Angelica thinks it’s a bad thing; she only wishes she could be half so brave. It does take her a quick second to get over her shock before shaking her head and turning to a new page in her notebook.

Angelica apologizes! I cannot turn into bats or fly. Angelica is not Awakened yet. But the Earl can melt things and Vanessa can do scary things with her hair. I haven’t seen anyone turn into bats or fly though. Angelica might not be able to do anything at all after Awakening.

To the lady’s last query, the child freezes and her big blue eyes seem to be focused on something far away that only she can see. Time stands still and, for a few seconds, she looks as if she’s not really here at all. But as soon as the moment comes it is gone again and that anxious, troubled look appears on her young face once more as she continues to write.

Angelica prefers to speak this way. Not everyone knows how to sign and Angelica only knows a little.

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Can this Endless power               realize the fleeting happiness I wanted?

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goldenendless‌:

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❝ Hoh? I thought vampires were only things you saw on television. ❞ Even as a witch, Beato has not experienced all there is to see in this world. Even fragments different from hers…. By some miracle she was able to travel freely into the sea, to experience all there has to offer. In this world, vampires were the demons of choice, murdering…. Is that it? Ah well, she would soon drink this fine tea and then return home to tell Battler of its tale. ❝ I am Beatrice, but my friends call me Beato. I suppose I can allow you to do the same little one. ❞

     Television?

          The child merely stands there in still, silent shock, momentarily unable to formulate any sort of response whatsoever. This person says the word ‘vampire’ so frivolously that Angelica is at a loss as to whether that is a good thing or a bad thing. Perhaps it is neither?

          Well, thankfully she does have her impeccable manners to fall back on and the child makes a quick and proper curtsy before pulling a notebook from her dress pocket to pen out her rapid reply before the lady could get impatient.

Good evening, Miss Beato. Angelica wonders where you have come from and what is this television (is that word spelled correctly?) you speak of seeing Methuselah on?

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     Rises from my grave for more Trinity Blood shitposting

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voiivode‌:

It occurred to him that perhaps people in this city didn’t know sign language. Perhaps writing was simply a better alternative. Alucard however is granting Angelica his patience as he watches her write on her notebook. Which, answered their suspicions perfectly. Not everyone knew sign language.

❝Terran?❞ Perhaps he is showing that he is not from this era, as he is omnipresent and thus everywhere. He is not omniscient in his knowledge. Unfortunately, there were no books to read to catch up on whatever he needed. Alucard merely thought himself into existence once more and was here. ❝I am a vampire.❞ Was that a word that was used here? Or did vampires call themselves Terrans now?

❝As long as there is blood, I will take it. I care not where it is from for I can drink the blood of anything.❞ As he was Dracula and he ruled the night. Though, it seemed as if vampires were differently here. His sixth sense told him that Angelica was a vampire, but she felt….different to those he was used to. ❝You have all the untainted innocence of a child…. I am no one. I might be here in front of you, but I am….no one. You need not concern yourself with me dear child. More so your rabbit. Even I can smell the sickness on him.❞

          The child visibly cringes at the bold use of the word ‘vampire’. That is what most Terrans call Methuselah. The use of such a word summons up images of ghastly carnage and bloodshed and applies the stain of violence to every single Methuselah in existence, branding them as the ‘monsters of the night’ that Terrans should fear. But she says nothing, thinking it not her place, in this instance, and not very polite to correct someone older than her that she’s just met. 

          But the rest of his response gets her to write quickly, her troubled expression growing a bit more anxious.

Angelica asks that, while you are down here, you will not take blood from anyone you want. It isn’t nice and you might get us all in trouble with the Terrans up above, even if you say you are no one. So, Angelica will help you get your blood. Vanessa has extra donations in case someone Awakens unexpectedly. I’m sure she won’t mind if we borrow some.

Please follow me to the infirmary and promise that you will not hurt anyone, even if you want to. Angelica thinks you can do that easily, since you have not harmed Perot. 

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vernades‌:

This had likely been the first time in a very long time that someone hadn’t reacted so badly to what they were, as a witch. Maybe ever. It was easier to go through life pretending to be normal, to be someone else for the sake of being spared the pain of persecution. How long could anyone live in such a way before it became too much, that you gave up and slunk away into the shadows waiting for your existence to be forgotten? Maybe Angelica could be a kind of turning point. Maybe there were others like her who could understand and empathize instead of othering another living being. 

Sypha smiles distantly, but it’s there. It’s so much more than nothing. 

“Tales can tell many things, not all of them good. If you can see this in me, maybe you’re not alone, Angelica.”

          If anything, Angelica is a very empathetic and perceptive child. Her sky-blue eyes miss nothing and she notices how the smile she receives isn’t quite happy. Maybe that’s because she’s smiled the same way too many times herself. But even a half-hearted one is better than none at all -- at least that’s what her departed mother used to say.

          So when she finally pens her reply, this time more quickly for the sake of their patience, she puts on a smile of her own -- one that is somewhat shy but perhaps still sweet.

Angelica hopes so. It is easier to fear the unknown instead of making an effort to understand someone. There are people who wish bad things on Angelica and others without knowing us first. Some even wish for us to go away forever. So, I decided to not do that, even if it is scary. Then maybe some of those people will change their minds. 

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“Did your promises come to pass? Where’s your God? Where’s your Kingdom? What’s the matter? Answer me, King? Mad king! They’re all dead. Every last soul dead. In service to you and to your promises. For your prayers! For your paradise! For your God! ALL WERE SACRIFICED! Enemies and allies! The people you swore to protect! The country you would rule! Men! Women! Old and young! Even… yourself.”

Written by Mythos

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vernades‌:

Maybe…that hadn’t been the wisest idea. Though the widespread persecution of witches had been ages ago that Sypha could recall, the memory of enmity against their ilk was still rampant. Yet, change for a new age began in children. If Sypha lied or tried to disguise what they were, it was missing the opportunity to rectify the past. Sypha offered a kind smile, even if the reaction might not be good.

“Yes, I am. But, I promise I mean you no harm.”

          A Witch is a sort of person she has never encountered before. But the child is far from uninformed or slow; she knows the common opinion of them. Terrans might even fear witches more than they do Methuselah like herself. And, of course, the Church does not condone their existence. But, then again, the Church doesn’t condone her existence either and Angelica has always held that the most important thing is to love one’s neighbor, no matter who they are, as you do yourself.

          Her pencil flies across the page again, this time a bit more slowly, as if she tries to organize her thoughts as she goes.

I am not afraid of you. You have not harmed me and instead helped me.

Angelica is just surprised. I have never met a Terran Witch before. Everyone says that Witches are powerful and frightening. But Angelica doesn’t think you look frightening at all. 

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voiivode‌:

A tilt of the head as he waits for her reply.   When none comes but the movement of her pen and her hand to retrieve paper,   he realizes.    ❝   Are you mute?   I see….    ❞    There is a knowing softness,   though he would deny it.   Alucard is not at all rushed or pressured.   He has ample time on his hands and so long as she answered then he cared not what medium so used to speak.   Though he did have an idea which had struck him the moment he let his eyes linger over the pen and paper.    ❝    It would be faster if you learned to sign.   Have you never thought of learning?    ❞

His eyes travel to the rabbit he now knows as   ‘  perot  ‘   a cute name,   if he cared for such things.   It seemed the rabbit was hers and thus,   he would not eat it.   Eating the belongings of others wasn’t exactly his thing.    ❝   Then I suppose Perot is not on the menu.   A shame.   How will I get blood then?   I can’t exactly eat a random citizen.   Do you not have blood banks anymore?   ❞   He’s mostly musing to himself,   but if he must then a random vampire will do.   Surely no one will miss one.

But at her question his eyes glow just a little brighter as he removed his sunglasses,   pocketing them.    ❝    Who am I?   I am no one.   ❞

❝    Yes…..    I am no one.   You may call me    ‘   Alucard   ‘    but I am no one.   I am just a shadow,   a thought.    Yes….    It is a pleasure to meet you,   little angel.   ❞

          As if on cue, she tucks her notebook under her arm and taps a thumb, with the rest of that hand in a fist, to her forehead and then makes a defined pinching motion with the same hand while giving him a sort of unsure look to convey the feeling well.

(I know a little.)

          She then pulls out her notebook and writes again, this time a bit slower now that she knows this stranger is patient enough for it.

Unfortunately, not everyone here knows how to sign. So, writing is easier most of the time.

          A pause occurs where a troubled look forms on her features before she writes again.

You are not Terran then, Mister Alucard? Are you from the Empire? How can you be no one if you are standing right here speaking to me? You’re a person just like I am.

As for the blood, I’m sure we have some extra donations from Above to spare down here.

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#no one can be mean to angelica #not even actual fucking dracula fdgfdgfdfdgd

you heard it here first folks.

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vernades‌:

“I see it. One moment,” Sypha replied with a smile before using magic to usher the hankerchief back into their waiting palm, then presenting it to the girl. “It’s a little dirty, but nothing too bad.”

          Big, sky blue eyes watch them use what she supposes is magic to retrieve her handkerchief. A myriad of emotions play out on her young face; surprise, fear, apprehension, wonder, and, of course, her child’s curiosity. She takes the small bit of cloth in her own small hand and deposits it back into her dress pocket before putting her pencil to another blank page to write again.

Thank you very much.

(here there are a few starts that are crossed out neatly with an X)

Angelica hopes she isn’t being rude in asking and begs your pardon if she is. Are you a Witch?