Though the sight of celebration is everywhere, it makes me uneasy when the sun is not rising... I am sure the vampires will be taking advantage of this and be out feeding. I should do something about it.
[Private || Unhackable - Dietrich’s codes]I just remembered that I promised Father Nightroad that I will talk to him last week
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I- um...
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Alright.
Where should we meet?
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I would rather we meet in Xanadu.
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STOP IT, ESTHER BLANCHETT. HE IS FATHER NIGHTROAD. YOU TOLD YOURSELF THAT YOU WOULD GIVE HIM A CHANCE TO EXPLAIN.
... Alright. I will be there.
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F-Father Nightroad, it is me... Esther.
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Come on in, Miss Esther. There's tea if you want any.
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No, she was not afraid. She would not be afraid.*
I am fine, Father. You look like you need it more.
*She seated herself on the chair, looking tense. Esther still could not get over what she saw. It was her desire for an explanation that made her agreee.*
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Ah, I suppose I do look a bit haggard.
*He took off his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose*
So, an explination. How much do you know?
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Right down to business. Just the way Esther wanted it.*
I know that you are Crusnik... and the name is derived from what you are.
*She kept it general.*
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My codename... and it is what I am. A vampire's vampire if you want to be specific.
*He opened his eyes and looked at her, he face looking thin and hard.*
Most people can figure that out with the way the curses have been affecting me. What else do you wish to know.
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You were the one that wanted an explanation and Father Nightroad is giving it. The least you could do is to listen.
What did she wish to know? Esther has a lot of questions, she does not even know where to start. What exactly was a Crusnik? Where did they originated from? ...what was he up to?*
How long have you? lived... to know the destruction code for a Lost Technology as old and sophisticated as the Star of Sorrow?
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He took a sip of his wine, gathering his thoughts. He'll have to tell her everything. It looked like his only option.*
Lived? A long time. We were part of time where such things were common place. Before the First Armageddon, at least.
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