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1321

Julius

"I am doing what I am best at. It is unfortunate for my family that their eldest son is a traveller who adheres to his sense of justice rather than carrying other responsibilities of a noble. It would be truly a tragedy for the line if not for my younger brother and sister. They are more down to Earth than I ever was. Even if there seems to be no way of return, I am not worried about who will inherit my fortune." The count was enough self aware to know that they could have been more productive ways of helping people than his methods as a rich man. Well, now formerly a rich man. "That said, I also travel around. That is not just because my enemies would not just come to me. The world on its own is filled with wonders to behold."

Irene

She downed the rest of her glass with a slight smile.  "You have a rare heart for adventure. But I know how you feel. When I left home, it was reassuring to know that my mother and siblings would be fine. I don't think I could have spent years on hunts and expeditions if I had that weight on my shoulders."

Of course, by now it was more her grand-nephews that she thought of.

1322
Methuselah

The dark god blushed, shocked at how she could say such a thing casually. Messing with her was one thing,but this was a bit far. He looked away, only to puff his chest and pout.

"Of course. What kind of god would I be if I couldn't keep a single promise?"

Rafalia

She nodded to herself, content with his answer for now. Some part of the rider questioned herself on how it could be tested and how she could learn from this face of Methuselah. They had exchanged brutal honesty and revealing taunts, but the skeleton of his will was hidden beneath the flesh of different principles. It appealed to Rafalia Tredecim's need to dissect and rob what was precious.

"Promises are like contracts of the soul, and not even immortality will free you of them," she said, floating off the bed to grab his arm and pull him lyrically through the door. "Come on now, let us find the lair in which your darkness will roost while under my hospitality."

On her couch that was. Best to get that set up before the landlady came by with questions.

1323

Julius

For most of her life? But she didn't look younger than him. Did that mean that she had fought them since her early childhood? This was not only peculiar, but also tragic. He did not pick up his vigil until he was almost adult.

"Then I don't have nearly as much experience as you in fighting threats to the common people. I wasn't much younger than I'm now when I first stood up against injustice. 8 years ago rumors started to spread that a noble was growing mad with power, keeping local peasants under his heel. It unfortunately wouldn't be that abnormal if not for the fact that this fear also started infecting dreams of the people. And in my own dreams I saw what he truly was. Not just a monstrous human, but a monster wearing human skin. This sounds like a story where a hero would just challenge the monster in straightforward manner and valiantly defeat it, but it wouldn't be an act of true justice. I wasn't a judge, jury and executioner. I decided to infiltrate the castle and find incriminating proof as the local population was too cowed into submission to report his crimes. Let's just say that I succeeded." Such grim details weren't appropriate for a talk in a public establishment like that. "Unless there is no other way to neutralize a threat, I try to make it so that the authorities bring such fiends to the justice with my support. This is my code as a hunter."

Irene

"You had your share of trials from the sound of it. Ones faced with dignity," Irene retorting, holding her glass in her palm but refraining from drinking as she listened. The vampire hunter didn't know this man who spoke as though he was from an old era, but she was familiar with the feelings he espoused. With how limiting they could be as well, but that was not a proper thought at this time.

It was fortunate that the monsters she chased were not a frequent occurrence, but from Julius's tone he was in a worse boat. Their respective experience as a bane to abominations might not have such a wide discrepancy, but the ambiguous quality of his account left her with more questions than answers. It was easy to take his word as figurative, but it didn't appear that way, and he didn't sound like a kind to be easily swayed by dreams.

"Is that all what you've done since? Aside from being a good samaritan - you are the type, aren't you?" She spoke evenly, watching the man with analytical calm. "It takes dedication to risk your life, it goes without saying it takes a lot out of you, and it eats into the years like a hungry wolf."

She didn't raise her glass, but left off at those words like a toast.

1324
Methuselah

Methuselah smiled and shook his head. "I'm afraid not. In truth, I don't enjoy teasing just about anyone. Peevish faes like yourself, on the other hand..."

He took the moment of distraction to rub Rafalia's head.

"It's moments just like these that make immortality a little more bearable."

Rafalia

She let out a light 'Hmph' at his confident gesture. "So long as you don't say that to go and get yourself killed later. You're not allowed to die for good except by my hand. You're my friend after all," the rider warned. Not that he would perish so easily.

1325

Julius

"I did not overcome them alone. As a warrior I'm more proficient at duels than dealing alone with numerous foes. I had allies to fall back on during that incident. There were four of us in total. There was Father Raul from Spain who was an agent of the Church, wielding his faith to the detriment of his foes. A Frenchman Raymond who pursued justice against a mass murderer who slayed his relative. To this day I wonder if he hunted down the killer. And there was a diplomat from the United States of America called Fitzmorris whose political allies secretly worked against the vampiric influence in the former colonies. He not only supported us with his resources, but also participated in the fight. But as I said, I do not have that much experience when it comes to vampires so I was fortunate that two of my comrades could be considered experts in the field." Julius explained. While he could be considered a nemesis for many supernaturals, it was still prudent to fight along with likeminded people.

"But why do you ask about vampires, specifically? Are you particularly interested in the topic or had you any firsthand experience in the matter?" It would be fortunate indeed if he met another expert in the field.

Irene

"So you were blessed with good companions." Nostalgia washed over her, and between his words and his demeaner she felt projected back in time to simpler days of a bygone age. Irene showed Julius a lithe smile in response. "Once, I had a group of allies like yours too. I was the youngest then, and I still feel like they taught me much."

At his line of inquiry however, her eyes hardened professionally again.

"You could say that. I have hunted the undead for most of my life, and I've grown... rather familiar with them."

1326
Longinus

He had mowed down nearly all the skeletons on his side when, unexpected to all, something twinkled dangerously in the sky. That glint became a hundred deadly flashes of metal, poisoned to fall on the group and skewer them, but Longinus saw the hazard in time.

So spread apart between them the indiscriminate volley was, that avoiding it wasn't difficult; the space between where the arrows would land was evident to his eyes and swiftly transversed by his worn feet, as remaining skeletons around him were knocked out. But there was only one thing in a Holy Grail War which could specialize in such assaults.

"Archer Class!" He yelled in alarm at the other three, even as he sought the assailant and his gaze trained in their direction.

1327
Rafalia

"Huh." Rafalia tapped a gloved finger against her puckered lips, staring at him. Her voice rang with feigned shock. "I don't recall offering my room for you to stay! What wild assumptions you make! About everything."

So she said it, but she was happy at their meeting and pleased at his conclusions. Even if he was a bit of a smartass - she could empathize! Such a provocative thing he was, like he was challenging her to a duel of wits or pranks. She turned her face cheekily, snowy hair swinging gently behind her.

"I was doing fine, thank you! But, it is terrible boresome to not have someone close enough to taunt at arm's reach. It's just not the same." Rafalia's sight wandered somewhere beyond them and the modest room then. "You don't feel like that in the Nexus?"


1328
Rafalia

She dignified his inquiry with a confident chuckle, uncrossing her legs and switching their position around. "It's called a rent insurance, Methuselah! Showing some good will," the excrucian said holding her cheeks, her now purple eyes twinkling.

"Pay no attention to the punctured walls," she whispered in warning, before seizing back with a dry laugh. "Really, I've just not had the time with all that's been on my mind. Speaking of, where are you going to stay now, hm? Going back to where you were known to be after... deserting from the police?"

If her theatrical gasp was any indication, the faerie was anticipating a show again.

1329
Julius

"A few cases. A vigilante who meted out disproportional retribution for sins committed by mortals. He took the name of god in vain and that didn't protect him from blessed weapons. There was also a coven of undead witches working together with another monster I pursued. But I cannot say I have a particular experience regarding vampires." Incidents involving them in his experience weren't particularly common compared to some other supernaturals.

Irene

There was something offputting about the way he put it, and it wasn't only in the idea that an entire coven of vampires had been working together and he had come out alive. It was in how the undead did not seem like such a great concern in the grand scheme of things.

"You must have overcome them quite handily, to even be speaking with me right now." A bare finger slid over the top of her glass in circles, mimicking its shape. "But you look relatively young. The training you underwent must have been incredible."

1330
Rafalia

It took them a little while to reach her current lair due to to all the detours they had taken from the park where they'd first caught sight of each other. Rafalia wasn't in a rush, pointing at every little thing she'd already seen during her short time here and giving her thoughts, like a local taking him on the scenic route. That pastry had good donuts, but she'd only found the ideal brand of chips in that store next to the oddly placed canal in the middle of that suburban dwelling, and there was that alley that she'd seen sprites run to hide in.

When they finally arrived, the faerie had him stop by the window of her second floor room before she opened it and leaped inside like an acrobat, landing perfectly seated on her bed. She crossed her legs and spread her arms, inviting him to enter with her smile. "Welcome to my humble abode."

It was not a large room, and it had seen better days; the bed frame and furniture showed their age but stood proudly, the sandy beige paint was only scratched on the ceiling but the walls exhibited some conspicuous holes (almost like they had been struck with thin and sharp objects), and the plaid checkered sheet covers looked like they were from the fifties. The inactive lighting almost looked polished by contrast, and somewhere Rafalia had managed to find a blocky TV to sit on top of the rudimentary desk.

1331
Irene

And she thought her life was colorful. These stories almost sounded like something out of a fairytale compared to the ones she might've told, she couldn't deny their familiarity. It was that 'almost', dangling over the precipice of disbelief, which safely asserted itself through the matching descriptions with her memory.

"You know a wealth of things, Sir Julius," she said, her baritoned English accent barely making itself heard.

The employee of the establishment returned a moment later, setting down a glass in front of him and opening a branded bottle, serving the wine carefully and letting it rest. Irene tilted her head knowingly at the monster hunter. "Have you fought many of them? Vampires, that is."

1332
Julius

"There is a lot of monsters and monstrous people alike. Some weave a web of lies to pull their victims into their plots and machinations, some cow people into submission by threats and fear, and others just prey on the body and the soul. To be honest the first are the most problematic. It takes more than a good weapon and a sharp resolve to crush their nefarious plans." Julius explained the situation to the lady while grabbing the menu to have a look at its contents.

Irene

A frown softened over her eyes as soon as he finished speaking, and she tapped on the polished wood with the fingers of her left hand. What rarity, to find someone who shared these perspectives so plainly. "I agree with you, but do not sell those things short."

She picked up her glass and gulped down a sip before turning fully in her seat, resting her face on her palm to look at him. "There is no lack of manipulative cur in the world, but the worse of all are those that don't know how to die. Standing true can allow justice to reassert itself, courage and ingenuity can bring low a beast, but it takes will and honed arms as well to bring an end to the most terrible of abominations."

The barman had only an ear honed to the conversation, and waited patiently for Julius to pick of their myriad of drinks or meals.

1333

Julius

"I am Julius Richter, Lady Irene." He introduced himself in response. "And it is understandable to feel skeptical about my assertions. This neighborhood seems to be clear of horrors that lurk in some parts of the city."

Irene

What rare poise he had for these days. "A pleasure to meet you, Sir Julius." She said before leaned in, brows furrowing pointedly. "What manner of horrors do you mean exactly? Surely this town can't be so stricken as your tone suggests."

Without saying a word yet, the barman slid a menu between them, pushing it Julius's way on the counter.

1334

Julius

And thus, Julius headed out of the park. The day turned into the night as Julius wandered the city. He could either go back to his cheap apartment, search throughout the city for more threats or do something relaxing for once. He needed money though. So, resigned, he went to a pawnshop like a pauper he was and sold his old clothes that he had repaired few months ago. How sad. He was largely out of equipment, he couldn't afford silver bullets for his pistol and thus he had to rely on his whip. However, he was still not willing to give up. Maybe he would use his money for something relaxing AND constructive.

Maybe in that classy bar for the rich he would find coincidentally found someone who could be interested in his initiative. Of course, he wouldn't beg but still, it'd be a nice surprise if he founded someone likeminded. In worst case scenario, he would spend some of his money and have a good time. Though, he really needed to find some occupation befitting his standing as a gentleman. Maybe a university needed a lecturer? He after all had a good education that he could utilize.

The place looked quite relaxing and elegant. As he approached the bar, he heard that one of clients seemed to be unfamiliar with the city. Julius couldn't help but intrude as he sat in the front of the bar: "This city seems to be a some sort of an occult place that keeps people in, but doesn't let out. I'm afraid there is no solution to that problem for now."

Irene Maiden

Her eyes were instantly drawn to the approaching gentleman, scanning his unusual poise. "Forgive my skepticism," she said, pushing her glass of wine away and turning fully towards him. "But that sounds a little unbelievable."

It was difficult to tell what was funny about it, because despite her sincerely questioning tone she covered her mouth a second later to muffle a high pitched chuckle. The barman leaned back on his side of the counter, waiting for the time to interject.

"I'm sorry, it is rather rude of me to question you such when I haven't even introduced myself." The vampire said, bowing her head apologetically to the newcomber. When she raised her face, crimson eyes regarded him sharply. "You may call me Irene Maiden. To whom do I owe the pleasure, sir?"

1335
Irene Maiden

Within a gently lit room, past heavy lacquered doors and a polished hall, framed by pillars of rich mahogany over a tiled floor, a woman sat. Lips perked in an unassuming smile she rested on a leather stool, swirling a glass of wine in her hand against the lights, elbow resting over a dark and long counter behind which shelves of bottles and a myriad of drinks rose proudly. Despite the unburdened air and the relaxing Blues music echoing from the speakers behind carved pillars, the rows of seats behind her and dispersed through the room were mostly unoccupied.

It was great luck that she had found this place, truly. It had a certain charm which was difficult to find even if you expressively sought it out; and even if you found a comparable spot, few had the dignity of use and age that standouts like this did, worn upon its furniture and decorations despite how their modernity jumped into sight.

She had been incredibly disoriented when - certainly by some psychic power or supernatural trick - she found herself in an unfamiliar night and haphazard metropols streets little after sunset when she last recalled being in the deep egyptian nighttime. And to think after that they had shortly tried to accost her. The thought was almost comical, but it had been a blessing in disguise; she would have need of cash to fairly partake of such an establishment, and crooks who didn't look like starved twigs did not need their wallets by her account. So she had relieved him of it and left him to nap for the authorities to pick up.

Maybe she shouldn't have been contemplating drinks and food to follow after being tossed in such an unfamiliar environment, but it helped ease her nerves. An aimless hour walking around before arriving here had left her to think the city was quite suspect, and with no obvious ways to find her way back to what she was doing, she really needed some leisure to reflect.

Perhaps the barman noticed she was troubled, because he waggled his conservatively trimmed mustache when he leaned in from the other side to speak to her. "Something on your mind which you'd like to talk about, dear customer?"

Irene looked at him for a second before chuckling disarmingly and nearing her glass to her lips. "I seem that lonely, sir? In truth, I appear to be in a bit of a pickle, and I'm not why, how or even where." She took a sip and licked her lips at its hearty and strong flavor.

The man's eyebrows perked at her words, and he leaned in while stroking his chin. "Hoo, I see. I believe you're far from the only one to feel that way around these parts."

"Oh?" That got her attention. She set down her glass, but didn't let it go, and leaned towards the other side of the counter. "Tell me more."

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