Alucard☦༢2

[bloodarthsis]

I̧̖͕̓̓́n̢̤̺͖̗̤͙̼̻̯ͯ̇ ͕̞̩̱͔͆̽͊ͮ̃̑͟͜t̘͍͍̙̩̣̝̳͐̏͊ͬͣ͛͢ĥ̴̶͔̰̭̪̜ͥ̂̾e͐̋̎ͦͥ̂҉̻̼̲̰̞̫̝͉ ̈͛͐͐̏҉̧̣̜̳̤̘̭͖̺͇e̽ͪͬͭ҉̀҉̩̺̯n̡̠̱̤̝̣̯̅͆̆ͣ͊̈́̃͢͜ḋ͕͎̘̜͈̠̥̓̾́̇̄ͥ͞,̱̞̙͌́ ̪̦̙̺̙ͣ͋̄̊ͩ͐ͤă̸̪͓̪̺̼̠ͮ̾͑͡ḽ̙̙͓̰̙̳̮̓͛͐ͣ͂̆͊ͫ̑ļ͇̟̄ͯ̒̅͝ ̣̯̗͓̼̹͂́ͧ̋ͧ̃͒̿n̞̬̯̩̟͐̄e̮͐ͣ̅̚͜͜͞g̩̪͓̋́́̕o̳͇̠̤̟͌ţ̖͖͎͒̈́ͫ̄͑ͩ͞iͪͦ҉̡͙̹͔a͋̔͑̔͆͏̳͖̬̜̙͠ť̛̺̟̬̠͖ͦͬ̔̋ͣi̢͖͓̗͍͇̖ͩͥͭ͑̈́̚ȯ̡͎̦̱͑ñ̜͎̟͇̯ͣ͒͆̅̓͟͠ṣ̩̹͇͇̝̻̍́ͪ͐͐͐ͮ͐̑͘

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[private message]

[ridokulous]

Who's negotiating?

[private message]

[bloodarthsis]

Guess.

[private message]

[ridokulous]

Hm, well it certainly isn't me. Perhaps it's Father Anderson?

Oh, that's right...

[private message]

[bloodarthsis]

A pity that he's dead because I would gladly argue with him than you.

[bearerofcrosses]

I really can't leave you alone for three seconds without you doing at least something to irritate whatever town you find yourself in, can I?

[bloodarthsis]

W̻̻̄͗̿̽ͪ̏̿́͡h̨̜͈̥̞̹͊a͖̮̓͊̊ͩͩ̐ͅt̷̡͎͍̟̲͍̑̒ͤ͋̑̾͊̂͌͘?̆ͨ̂͏̻͓̻͔̺̬͍ͅ ͓̜̺͕͉̼̊͘ͅY̷̡̛̹̬̥̬ͬ͒o̢͙ͨ̓͋̈̑̑u̧̒ͨ҉͖̺̮̰ ̛̮̫̟̞̰̰̞̲̈́ͬ͊͐͞ͅd̳͇̘͇̖̪̜̃ͫͣ͌͒̓͋̽͠ơ̦͔̋̑ͧ̾̔̚̕n͚̘̗̍ͩ́͜'̠̝̹̖͂t̴͇̳̝̪̯̖ͪ͑͋̆͆ͧͮ͑̋͠ ̞̜̃̊̽́lͫͭ͐̄ͬ̌҉̨̜̯͕̗̖̯̮i̜̫̻̬̪̟̰̱̇̉ͥͧͣ̀̎̀͞k̡̩̙̩̰͔͆̓ͥ͂͋͊̀͟ẻ͋͂҉̛͕͍ ̖̺ͤͥͦ̔͜ť̶͈͍̗̤̃̔͛͝͞h̲̠̖̙̏ͤͣ̍̏ͬͧͧ͠͞͡ī̷̵̤͉̈́̒ͣͫ̚͘s̢̞̟͈͚͇̈́̈́͆ͤͭ̀̕?̜͇̥͓̬̜͚̌͐̔͜͠͠ ͯ͆̔̕͏̬̭I̼̘̬̻̮͇̰̬̲͌́ ̜͉̲̮̯̙͋̇͘͡f͖͖ͨi̽̐҉͚̩n̮̺͈̣͂͋ͬ͋́d̜̱̊ͤ̎ͦ̀̚͡ͅ ̣̲̝̝͔̙̮̃͢i̴̭͈̺̫ͫͧ̑̒͂͋͑t̞̻̙̭̀̂ͨ̄ͯ̀͠ ̵̜̦̱̪͉̣͖͗́̈̌̆̂͝r̭̼̰̘̟̳̫̄̓̓̈ͣ̔̎ą̛̯͑ͬ̓̀̄t̬̳͇̙̻̣̤̟̾̋́͜h̗̻̲͙ͬ̒̾͒̑̉ͬ͞ͅe̢͈̠̺̱̍͐ͭȓ̢̥ͥͦ͊ͪͮ̑̓ ̶̜̯͍ͤ̊͒̓̒̌̕a̻̣̲̬͍̿͗͆̾̇̚p̨̣̻̠͕̭͕̦ͪ̃p̧̞̞̜̗̲̝͑ͧ̌ͨͤ͢͡ŗ̠̺͕͓͍͖̿͐͂͌̂̂ô̷̶̟̬̍̂ͬ́ͭ͆p͙̼̟̳̦͔͔̦̭ͧ͆̽̾ͦ͝r͈̘̘̞͉̹ͩͯ̆̓ͪ͊̿i̺͎͕̳̖͊̾å͑ͨ̿͏̮̹̞̭̤͡ț̶̮͓͍͆͛̊́͝e̙̗̙̘̯͓̱͂̊̕.̗͋̉̽̆̓͂̏̃

[ What? You don't like this? I find it rather appropriate. ]

[bearerofcrosses]

I'd type that I sighed, but you can hear me because you're sitting no less than three feet to my left.

There are many things you find appropriate that the public at large considers damnable fuckery. Impaling, for instance.

Then again, behaving yourself when you have a link to the outside world that's as vast as the internet has never quite been your strong--

and now you're playing the Bed Intruder song. Lovely.

I hate you, by the way.

[bloodarthsis]

Now, now, Master. You know how much I want to ravage you with adoration. Preferably in bed.