[Classical songs such as Manfred's  Symphony, piano concerto no. 2 and Traumerei have been on replay for quite some time in the Count's head. Luckily, they are not nearly as obnoxious as, say, battle theme music. Meaning he can actually concentrate on other things while listening.]

Tchaikovsky, Rachmaninoff, Schumann... this seems to be one of the ( Read more... )

[ Taking a word of advise from Braig, the Count decides to "look on the bright side" and "start up something new". After all, now that he's human, he can stop and smell the flowers. Except, he didn't really know where to begin. Second level time.]

Hm... Dear citizens, what do most of you do for fun? Host parties? Go sailing? I would like to try my ( Read more... )

[With the blind handicap gone, the Count gets to see how much of a change has really happened. Oh dear, back to being human for him. And he doesn't seem too thrilled about it.]

How is this possible? Yes, I felt different, but I would never have thought to return to this state again, after so long... My head is swimming, and what is this I feel?

( Private; hackable )

[The Count wakes up with a severe headache, putting a hand over his eyes to realize he can't see. Also, he's not blue!]

I feel so strange... Perhaps I overdid things. Have I been apprehended?

Oh... I could very well be talking to myself. Is anyone there?

[ooc: dunno if it's cool to post yet but I am anyway Dx kick me if I need to wait longer.]

[  Too bad the Count's voice can't  be recorded. His radio is promptly ignored, and the man himself is standing outside with nothing but a pistol, seeming rather grounded considering the horrible weather. ]

I will not be wrongfully imprisoned a second time.

Come, you pitiful men who hide behind the pretense of justice! I will show you a man who has ( Read more... )

 The weather has taken a turn for the worse, hasn't it? Such violent winds seem almost... ominous.

On nights like these, I almost miss Paris.

[ The Count is seated at his normal place on the patio of a cafe, watching other citizens bustle this way and that trying to catch Monsieur Joker.  ]

Yes, well... I have room for two should anyone wish to join me. I do very much enjoy company.

[ Totally drinking tea during the chaos, oh yes. ]

Or am I wasting my breath? Perhaps I should speak of ( Read more... )

Dearest citizens of Template... why are you acting so surprised?

Death is nothing but a release. It is just a spectacle for the living to view.

[Insensitive Count go.]

 [ The Count is sitting outside a little bistro, with a glass of wine and a hollowed-out emerald made into a container filled with... red and blue pills. Yes, the breakfast of champions. Cabernet Sauvignon and drugs. ]

Perhaps I should invest in something to busy my idle hands. My time has recently lost its preciousness. Yet there are so few options ( Read more... )

 [Having just overheard something about a citizen who fell asleep turning to ashes, the Count is very concerned. Not for himself, despite the bruise-like mark spreading up his arm to his neck, but for the one whom he assumes he caught the disease from.]

Albert... are you still well?

[Poor fellow looks exhausted- even if he wanted to, he wasn't ( Read more... )