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[ivory_gold]

There was a vampire who had found something close to happiness in his life. Perhaps not true happiness, but something close to it

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[der_freischuetz]

Very dramatic.

[ivory_gold]

He reads the latest response on the screen and makes a scornful sound before beginning to type once more.

It is not my choice.

[der_freischuetz]

Of course not, since it's very likely a curse. Didn't you say you remember the City?

Most of the other affected do not read half as pretty as this, though.

[ivory_gold]

He can only hope that this narrative will end. He remembers curses, or at least he is beginning to. Don't they have a finite life? He asks himself the question and glances to the clock display. Yes, he thinks, if memory serves - and sometimes it does not - this should end soon.

[der_freischuetz]

Oh, you would be right about that!

How long is it since you left the City, I wonder.

[ivory_gold]

I cannot say. Years perhaps.

[der_freischuetz]

Years. I see. Well, since you do remember, you'll surely get used to the City again fairly quickly.

[ivory_gold]

As I have no choice, I will have to.

I do not remember you from before.

[der_freischuetz]

Of course, I arrived only a few months ago. First Lieutenant Rip van Winkle, it is.

[ivory_gold]

Whose army do you serve in?

[der_freischuetz]

That is a question soon to be answered, I suppose. If you can wait a day?

[ivory_gold]

Riddles? I can wait. In this place, I have more time than ever.

[der_freischuetz]

Ah, we have as much in common, then.

What about your name, Mister, hm~?

[ivory_gold]

My name is Asher.

[der_freischuetz]

Very well, Mister Asher.

[ivory_gold]

Just Asher. It is a custom where I am from.