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“Lancer, do I have something stuck in my teeth? I can feel it.”

✕      She loves Vlad so much. Yes, she does.

       He had told Soma to stay home, and for good reason: if Celia Fortner had her way, either Dracula would consume the boy’s soul, or Soma would die and the dark lord would be set free to take a new host. Already, the facsimile of the castle created by Fortner’s cult was drawing power from Chaos, no doubt a result of their meddling. If a new Castlevania was allowed to emerge, then all of Julius’s work would be undone, and the war would start anew. What point was there in his waking if Alucard didn’t prevent this? He might as well have stayed in his coffin.

DRAGONS DOGMA??? YELLS. YES OMG. holy shit that sounds amazing tho…. especially if ozy monologues pawn-style throughout it ))

“...Sorry, I kannot hear you.” Someone had been trying to get her attention as she was looking over some medical records within the infirmary. Since being summoned Abraham had been almost immediately put to work as a doctor, quickly absorbing the knowledge of modern techniques in order to aid everyone better. Since the infirmary was void of people she played music to fill the void, disliking the quiet that followed an empty room. The Ride of the Valkyries had been in full blast when someone tried to grab her attention.

Not noticing who had disturbed her, Abraham remained oblivious for the moment as she reached for the remote -- struggling with it for a few moments because the tiny buttons were difficult to press -- to turn off the music and, therefore, better hear her visitor. When she at last turned to see who had come, she had on the most poleaxed expression anyone could make.

This was definitely not the kind of person she expected to visit the infirmary at all. The urge to run off somewhere, claiming being busy or simply climbing out the room’s single window to escape certainly did cross her mind, however she calmed herself down and attempt conversation. She did not know how the other felt, but for Abraham van Helsing, a person summoned from a literary work, it was kind of awkward to meet the historical reference for her sworn enemy.

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“ I’m not insane..”  A murmur on his lip with the weight of a lie presented as truth he held  close to. This was not the matter nor time to argue. Other things had been presented before them. He would let the comment slide like the brush of dust off his shoulder.