…is that so?
I don’t suppose there’s anything I could provide to assist?
I don’t suppose there’s anything I could provide to assist?
I hardly think that's the case.
There is such a thing as recreational chemistry.
There is such a thing as recreational chemistry.
Heh. Fuck that.
But I think angry explosions and fire can certainly be arranged. I'll have to see what the proper laboratory has on hand. I haven't been up there much as I didn't have the means to enter it without bothering people.
But I think angry explosions and fire can certainly be arranged. I'll have to see what the proper laboratory has on hand. I haven't been up there much as I didn't have the means to enter it without bothering people.
You as well? How many people were tapped for this? Goodness…
Fuck.
Well, you're welcome to my lab. My rooms are properly appointed now.
Well, you're welcome to my lab. My rooms are properly appointed now.
That will never happen without due cause.
[ A pause. ]
Would you be interested in learning magic?
[ A pause. ]
Would you be interested in learning magic?
Well, we'll have to see.
You'll have limitations, certainly, no witch blood in your veins. But it's not an absolute no.
You'll have limitations, certainly, no witch blood in your veins. But it's not an absolute no.
And I'm doing fuck all at the moment.
As I said: at your leisure.
As I said: at your leisure.
They open, and now they open into a much grander, wider space. Into a central space with two floors, a lab beneath and books lining both floors.
Dracula is on the first floor, at a small desk not far from the door. The fireplace isn't far either.
Dracula is on the first floor, at a small desk not far from the door. The fireplace isn't far either.
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"I hardly need a kitchen," he points out mildly as he stands from his seat, where he's been fiddling with a small... looks like a marble? It's not a marble. But it's carefully nestled in a box before he moves away from the desk.
"I much prefer the library. And the laboratory space."
A pause.
"...don't suppose I get to hear what's happened?"
"I much prefer the library. And the laboratory space."
A pause.
"...don't suppose I get to hear what's happened?"
A moment before-
"I attacked my own son," he offers gently.
He tilts his head to one side.
"At least you've figured out rather more quickly how much you've fucked up. That counts for something."
"I attacked my own son," he offers gently.
He tilts his head to one side.
"At least you've figured out rather more quickly how much you've fucked up. That counts for something."
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