♠ 006 [[audio: filtered from millennium and delilah]]
[[Recorded Personal Journal. Off Network]]
Friday. Nineteenth of June.
[shuffled sound of a cigar crushed into an astray]
Days grow bloody longer and the night time shortens when we approach summer. I’m becoming more irritated with my former early bird sleeping habits; on the other hand, the change of my diurnal activities isn’t as jarring as I had previously estimated. My duties were past the evening which makes my adjustment easier. Wherever or not sunlight damages me, I still ignore. Seras Victoria didn’t appear bothered by the sun while Alucard’s claim to simply abhor it. Walking under the sun is an unappealing idea that doesn’t cross my mind every time I woke past noon.
In spite of my preference, I would have to explore how daytime affects my fledgling nature. Hm. The woods that circle the headquarters have a good portion of shade to secure shelter if the light turns to be hazardous to withstand. I certainly don’t find damage frightening, it wouldn’t be permanent. My unconscious regeneration rate appears to be on par with Seras after she shed her wings and became a True Nosferatu which confirms my theory: whatever I came when I sucked Alucard’s blood before my heart stopped, is in par to a mature Draculina.
[Click. Lighter lits cigar]
My left eyesight… I can see through that damaged eye, but not as I can see with my right one. The details are maddening I have to keep it covered under the patch… As if this third eye vision I am expected to master presented itself uncalled for ever since I exercised my powers during practices. A possibility is that I lost my sight there when I was living; thusly it cannot be restored precisely why Seras is unable to regenerate the arm she lost in the war before her metamorphosis. She could replace it with a bat wing or a solid shadow arm, although she can grow new normal limbs from injuries made after those. Either this or, in all likelihood, this could have been occasioned by a poor control over my third eye. If Alucard weren’t such a rubbish instructor I would know for certain.
My head maid has departed the City. If Seras and Bernadotte were here, I would not be toying with the idea of employing more personnel. I don’t trust new employees with dubious loyalties. After Walter…
Walter...
[Melancholic sigh]
Hm. Regardless of my unsavory past experiences, I can't let this place full with rubbish for too long.
[Click]
At last the repulsive stench has finally cleared out from the vicinity of my home. Was there an actual point to spray us with that foul reeking mist? Doubtfully so.
If anybody is currently looking for employment, I have openings in domestic positions: housekeeping, laundry, amongst others. Chefs and cooks are not sought for. To those interested, leave a private comment addressed to me, I would reply you with a date and location to appoint our briefing in order to prove us you are not an incompetent fool. We require you to be willing to leave a blood sample with us in goo faith, previous work references are not quite necessary, but most welcome to help your case.
Do take a bath before presenting yourselves, I don't want flea-infested employees within my household. I expect at least the standard degree of personal hygiene in every member of my organisation.
The Count shall behave during the interview. Was that clear, Alucard?
[[Goldsmith]]
Let's speak about your ward, Goldsmith.
Friday. Nineteenth of June.
[shuffled sound of a cigar crushed into an astray]
Days grow bloody longer and the night time shortens when we approach summer. I’m becoming more irritated with my former early bird sleeping habits; on the other hand, the change of my diurnal activities isn’t as jarring as I had previously estimated. My duties were past the evening which makes my adjustment easier. Wherever or not sunlight damages me, I still ignore. Seras Victoria didn’t appear bothered by the sun while Alucard’s claim to simply abhor it. Walking under the sun is an unappealing idea that doesn’t cross my mind every time I woke past noon.
In spite of my preference, I would have to explore how daytime affects my fledgling nature. Hm. The woods that circle the headquarters have a good portion of shade to secure shelter if the light turns to be hazardous to withstand. I certainly don’t find damage frightening, it wouldn’t be permanent. My unconscious regeneration rate appears to be on par with Seras after she shed her wings and became a True Nosferatu which confirms my theory: whatever I came when I sucked Alucard’s blood before my heart stopped, is in par to a mature Draculina.
[Click. Lighter lits cigar]
My left eyesight… I can see through that damaged eye, but not as I can see with my right one. The details are maddening I have to keep it covered under the patch… As if this third eye vision I am expected to master presented itself uncalled for ever since I exercised my powers during practices. A possibility is that I lost my sight there when I was living; thusly it cannot be restored precisely why Seras is unable to regenerate the arm she lost in the war before her metamorphosis. She could replace it with a bat wing or a solid shadow arm, although she can grow new normal limbs from injuries made after those. Either this or, in all likelihood, this could have been occasioned by a poor control over my third eye. If Alucard weren’t such a rubbish instructor I would know for certain.
My head maid has departed the City. If Seras and Bernadotte were here, I would not be toying with the idea of employing more personnel. I don’t trust new employees with dubious loyalties. After Walter…
Walter...
[Melancholic sigh]
Hm. Regardless of my unsavory past experiences, I can't let this place full with rubbish for too long.
[Click]
At last the repulsive stench has finally cleared out from the vicinity of my home. Was there an actual point to spray us with that foul reeking mist? Doubtfully so.
If anybody is currently looking for employment, I have openings in domestic positions: housekeeping, laundry, amongst others. Chefs and cooks are not sought for. To those interested, leave a private comment addressed to me, I would reply you with a date and location to appoint our briefing in order to prove us you are not an incompetent fool. We require you to be willing to leave a blood sample with us in goo faith, previous work references are not quite necessary, but most welcome to help your case.
Do take a bath before presenting yourselves, I don't want flea-infested employees within my household. I expect at least the standard degree of personal hygiene in every member of my organisation.
The Count shall behave during the interview. Was that clear, Alucard?
[[Goldsmith]]
Let's speak about your ward, Goldsmith.