CCCXXVII.

[dark_butler]

Boring. All you people caught in your might have beens. I think the most boring part of this City is the peace. Yes, the peace.

There is so much complaint of the violence and the curses, but there is no actual war. Just the tastes that Millennium so kindly gives you to remind you that your peace is fleeting. In the end, what remains is blood and

Comments

[banditfox]

I've seen nothing here to merit the effort required for so much as a skirmish.

[dark_butler]

With the curses, war could last two days at most before being interrupted by some childish foolery.

[banditfox]

How do you alleviate the tedium?

[dark_butler]

I have to divert myself with more one-on-one encounters.

[banditfox]

Are you certain you're worth the individual attention?

[dark_butler]

Anyone can say that they are. I know that I am.

[banditfox]

I doubt that you're an impartial judge.

[dark_butler]

Ah, Kurama, is this another challenge to prove myself?

[banditfox]

The number of individuals here who assume familiarity with me is staggering. Let's skip past the tired repetition that I am not myself and assume that we are strangers.

[dark_butler]

Cursed again, I see.

Then what do you want? A listing of my accomplishments? I'm hardly going to bother to give you my resume.

[banditfox]

I want a more immediate diversion than history, and you've piqued my interest.

[dark_butler]

I don't think that the Major will object to my bleeding a former Hellsing pet.

[banditfox]

You can explain yourself when we're finished if you still have a tongue.

[dark_butler]

You'll remember soon enough.

But let's not give you the advantage of the Wild, mm?

[banditfox]

You have a suggestion in mind.

[dark_butler]

The underground. You can still grow your little friends there.