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[le_vindicatif]

[With all of Template's citizens talking madness about nightmares, manors, bruises and a strange girl, the Count's interest has been captured. That, and Albert's involvement. But seeing as this curious man could never find sleep, he is left to investigate Template's testimonies from a distance.]

Strange. Very strange... 'like a bruise, cold but

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[easy_blush]

[Turns, occasionally moaning from the nightmare, then eventually, tosses to the side with a scream.] Leave me alone! [Groans, rolling in the other direction.] Have...to find Franz!!

[le_vindicatif]

[The Count showed his concern by leaning down to place a hand at Albert's cheek. Whatever it was that had caused it, these dreams seemed to be the root. He moves his hand to Albert's shoulder to give him a light shake.]

Wake up, Albert.

[easy_blush]

[Continues to stir fretfully, then wakes with a shout, eyes wide, panting. He rolls his eyes in the Count's direction, then down to his arm; the "bruise" has grown. Subconsciously, he grasps the Count's arm, looking back up to him.] I...it's bigger...

[le_vindicatif]

What? It's capable of spreading?

[He looks down to Albert's arm, knowing he won't see anything, but is quite mistaken. His hand moves down to the other's arm where he now can see an indisputable tattoo-like bruise.]

...I still do not see anything. Does it hurt where you see this mark?