samples for Alucard for Hellpointe

[notadamnvampire]

First person samples:

1) [For some reason, you've ended up having dinner at Alucard's tonight. He insists on cooking it himself despite having no idea how. You can attempt to suggest help, but he'll just snap at you. You're free to try and wrestle those pots and pans from him if you want.]No, I don't need help! It's not that hard. I can

Comments

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[ooeeooahah]

[ She winces, knowing what will happen if he keeps "browning" the rice like that. ]

You... did look at the recipe video online, right?

[ Pay no attention to the fact that she has grabbed a large pan-lid, Al. nothing in her hand behind her back, really. ]

[notadamnvampire]

Food Network. Back home. Awhile go. [He seems focused, at least. Annoyed, but focused.]

[ooeeooahah]

Mmhmm.

[ She waits for the smouldering pan of rice and butter to catch fire. ]

[notadamnvampire]

[All that pretty hair he's so proud of is dangling awfully close to that open flame, too.]

I think this is--

[And there's your fire, Ilsa. Caught totally off guard, Alucard yelps and jumps back.]

[ooeeooahah]

[ She steps in, pulling the pan from the flame and smothering the blackened rice fire. Turning off the stove, she smells something else. ]

CRAP!

[ She's snatched the dishtowel from the sink and is trying to wrap Al's head in it! ]

[notadamnvampire]

[OH GOD THAT WAS HIS HAIR

ILSA THAT WAS HIS HAIR, YOU MIGHT AS WELL JUST *KILL HIM NOW*

There's a towel around his head, there's a terrible smell and he's not quite sure what just happened. In a muffled voice:]

SHIT! WHAT-- WHAT JUST--?!

[ooeeooahah]

Hold still! I'm trying to make sure I got it all out.

[ She moves the towel enough for him to breathe, but not to see, just yet. ]