( Private; Hard to Hack )

Diva, this game isn't fun anymore.

You can come out now.

V- V-

WHO LEFT THE WINDOW OPEN!?

Van- Get that beast out of here! Now!

No Château Duel 1967. Is Château La Pointe the closest I'll get here? I should have expected no less of this City. Hmmph. This vintage will do. More the pity. Nothing but sour grapes.

Speaking of red wine.

I hear there's people who volunteer blood here. That I can go to a hospital, and be given what? Packets? Preserved blood? So that I needn't procure it myself? Fresh from the source?

How pathetic are you cocksuckers? You call yourself vampires, do you not? Obviously, not as perfect as a Chiropteran, if you're so weak as to not even hunt your own food. Run it to the ground? Drink it warm?

You shame those who share the same food source.

Isn't that right, Diva? Your babies would never approve of such a snack, even, would they?

Van. Get me a glass.

You stinking excuse for a whore-

Just because you have Saya's name- Don't even start thinking you're enough to go against a being like me.

Get on your knees and start praying- you walked out of that one alive, bitch. Come up against me again, and you won't be so fucking lucky, I swear it.

VAN! Get over here.

If any one of you humans gets in my way, you're dead meat.

Literally.

[ooc; Had a fight to the bloody draw with Saya over the course of the curse day, so that was in the stadium to be witnessed if you like. A liiitle angry, and he's lost a lot of blood, so anyone in his path is liable to get snacked on- Though if you wanna volunteeeeer we can totally plot]

Human Madam, your taste in literature is exceptional satisfactory. More than most of your kind can vouch for.

Van. Done finding a way out of this place yet? I expect the best from you, you know. Don't disappoint me, research is your field of expertise, is it not?

Diva, should I find a plaything for you? For the little ones? I wouldn't mind a meal that isn't Van myself. This place bores me.

Fog, is it then? How terribly impressive. I am not amused.

This library is pitiful.

It's large enough, it should have the classics, and yet all I can find is trash. If I'm going to be stuck here, there'd best be something worth reading-

No copies of Sebastian Castellion's La Bible, or even... or even Das Nachtpfauenauge.

It's-

It's not fair! It's not fair that she probably loves Amshel and Solomon more than me! And Solomon- He was trying to steal Van away from me. Just because he's still a Chevalier-

I won't let him. I won't.

Van, I'll kill you before I let him have you- Diva...

[ooc; ooooh, affected]

I almost pity you little worthless things.

"Cursed", are you?

If you don't be careful, your little acts will all come undone before your curtain falls.

And no one likes a play that ends like that.

... Now. Where was I?

Van.

( Private; Nigh Unhackable )

Getting my clothes all bloody... hmm. They were already ripped anyway. No matter, Van will procure new ones.

You useless sacks of meat can get to providing me with some answers now.

Diva, shall I send Van to get you anything? He'll be glad to go.

[The sound of hissing, presumably in pain]

It's healing too slow, I need-

VAN! VAN!

[a long silence, before there are sounds of heavy sloshing, blood falling to the ground, and shuffling, halting, movement]

This isn't... this isn't fair! I'm not done!

SAYA!

THIS ISN'T OVER YET! OUR VIETNAM WAR ISN'T OVER YET!

[dissolves in to sobs, weak noises of blood gurgling.]

Damn it...

[ooc; best option is probably directing him to his Van?~]