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Fan. Fucking. Tastic.
So I brought them to point B with the best of intentions and Carolyn seems extremely less than thrilled. Apart from mouthing or thinking off to a Dark Lord, I get shoved into a room with little regard, obviously, for my own personal relationship with Alexander.
He isn't here.
It's easy to find his room and, goddammit! I was supposed to be there when he woke up! Instead, I get a bunch of idiot techs who look all too pale.
They kept him locked up. In a room. Without any regard as to who he was or what he was capable of or of his own relationship to the Dark Lord.
This is when it first starts to sink in that maybe...just maybe...I made a mistake.
Should've gone back to Vegas.
Vlad won't be pleased.
Carolyn already isn't.
And there's no way in HELL I can make this up to Vlad. No way in HELL can I try to appease his anger at what these idiot mortals did to him. I long to show them just who they should've locked up instead and it's so easy to grab a passing tech and squeeze their little neck.
I like the purplish tint best. And I keep the tech looking as such as I find Mr. Arthur's office. The tech points me in the right directions as it would appear his speaking ability isn't working right now.
Tech still in hand, I knock ever so politely on the office door.
So I brought them to point B with the best of intentions and Carolyn seems extremely less than thrilled. Apart from mouthing or thinking off to a Dark Lord, I get shoved into a room with little regard, obviously, for my own personal relationship with Alexander.
He isn't here.
It's easy to find his room and, goddammit! I was supposed to be there when he woke up! Instead, I get a bunch of idiot techs who look all too pale.
They kept him locked up. In a room. Without any regard as to who he was or what he was capable of or of his own relationship to the Dark Lord.
This is when it first starts to sink in that maybe...just maybe...I made a mistake.
Should've gone back to Vegas.
Vlad won't be pleased.
Carolyn already isn't.
And there's no way in HELL I can make this up to Vlad. No way in HELL can I try to appease his anger at what these idiot mortals did to him. I long to show them just who they should've locked up instead and it's so easy to grab a passing tech and squeeze their little neck.
I like the purplish tint best. And I keep the tech looking as such as I find Mr. Arthur's office. The tech points me in the right directions as it would appear his speaking ability isn't working right now.
Tech still in hand, I knock ever so politely on the office door.