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[nightlord_3045]

Wh- ... What the hell is this? This place...

None of this makes any sense.

My parents are dead. And I could never haved dreamed up Esther,Radu, Grandmother... I couldn't have made any of them up. Much less all of them. I didn't dream anything that happened either. There's no way. It's just not possible.

This isn't right.

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[eldest_hatter]

I quite agree.

As for your question, this place is called Mayfield.

[nightlord_3045]

And... where is this 'Mayfield?' What country is it in? Or what continent?

[He quickly goes from sounding like a lost child to a crisp, business-like tone. Putting the lid on his little freakout, for the moment.]

[eldest_hatter]

I don't have the slightest idea, and I don't think anyone does.

[nightlord_3045]

Then how about how many people are here? I'm assuming I wasn't the only one kidnapped?

[nightlord_3045]

[This freaks him out in an entirely different way. That is... actually pretty damn creepy. But he'll be damned if he lets you know that, Mysterious Breathing Person.]

... Uh. Hello?

[couldbeeeepthem]

I don't think it is hell.

[nightlord_3045]

No, if it were, I'd expect more fire. Possibly some brimstone.

So, where is it, then?

[couldbeeeepthem]

Mayfield.

[nightlord_3045]

And where is that?

[letsplaydollies]

[He knew this voice... Of course he knew this voice, Dietrich wasn't stupid. That voice belonged to Ion Fortuna, the Earl of Memphis. What a noise little puppy of a vampire he is. So he'll go ahead and toy with the Earl of Memphis. After all, he'd love to have his fun.]

Nothing is ever right... Welcome to Mayfield, Earl of Memphis.

[nightlord_3045]

!

[That got his attention, and immediately the dazed and confused tone is gone, replaced with a calm, crisp one that's as sinister as he can make it with his thirteen-year-old vocal chords.]

Who are you? How do you know who I am?

[letsplaydollies]

Mh, I thought you'd recall who I was, poor little Ion. Even after introducing myself once before in that small prison cell you were in with my dear Esther wasn't enough.

Dietrich von Lohengrin. Rosenkreuz Orden Court Rank of 8=3. "Marionettenspieler." Ring any bells, Earl?

[nightlord_3045]

[Well, that time in the Empire, he'd heard Dietrich talking through Radu so he'd never actually heard the man's voice.]

You.

[Spoken in a low, angry hiss.]

[nightlord_3045]

[Alright, now that urks him, just a bit.]

That might be easier to do if I knew what 'it' was. What is this Mayfield place supposed to be anyway?

[nightlord_3045]

What's a... suburb?