Nighttime Number Two

[anti_millenium]

 [Seras has returned to the creepy fairgrounds after a nice day's sleep in the basement of farmhouse number 2. It was a little uncomfortable without a coffin, but she'll figure out a solution to that problem later. Right now, she's trying to figure out how she got to this farm, so she's scouring the fair for clues as to her arrival. There isn't

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[pimpsaw]

[Don't look now, but there's a pair of glowing red eyes staring at you from the shadows.]

[anti_millenium]

[Oh, no. She's looking. She has to look. It's in her nature. But, as all she can really see are glowing red eyes, she instantly assumes the best.]

Master?

[pimpsaw]

[what]

What?

[anti_millenium]

[Well, best for her. Worst for normal people.]

Not Master, then.

[Instantly deflates.]

[pimpsaw]

What a shame.

[anti_millenium]

Unless... You haven't seen a very tall, very pale man in a bright red coat skulking around, have you?

[pimpsaw]

I'm afraid not.

[anti_millenium]

A tan blonde woman? Mercenaries? An old man with a monocle?

[pimpsaw]

And what would you do if I said yes to any of those?

[anti_millenium]

Er...ask where you saw them? [Seras was not expecting such a response, and it's a little unnerving.]

[pimpsaw]

So you're saying that you're reliant on these people, in some way...?

[anti_millenium]

Well, no, not exactly. Totally and completely.
I just want to get home.

[pimpsaw]

Why, so do I.

[anti_millenium]

I...don't know if I can help with that.

[pimpsaw]

I'd expect not.

[anti_millenium]

I'm sorry. I would if I knew how.

[For some reason, she has the bug under a microscope feeling when talking to Saw. She may not be Alucard, but she certainly has his knack for making Seras very uncomfortable.]