25th Blood | Summer Lovin' yet again

[makemebreakfast]

[Arcueid suddenly snapped awake, finding herself laying in a bed in a very oddly familiar room. It took her a long moment simply staring to bring the memory forth...but when she did remember...she just got rather annoyed.]

Oh man, really? Don't they ever think of anything new?

[She just goes ahead and jumps up from the bed...not really even

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[macebronia]

[Rider wakes up sometime after Arc has gotten herself out of bed. He smirks at the young girl and lacy lingerie. A pleasant surprise, at any rate. He observes everything laid out in the room. It's very obvious someone wants something here.]

I could be asking you the same question, girl.

Where are we now? I guess this town is doing one of those things where they decide to mess with us. Though this is a much more pleasant surprise after the last few things they've put us through. It's like all the pleasures of life right here in one room! Wine. Women. Food. Must be an apology for treating the kings trapped here so coldly.

[makemebreakfast]

Yea, right.

[Arcueid sits down at the table, poking a bit at the food laid out upon it.]

They did this last year, too. They don't ever get any better ideas. It's really boring and there's no way out, all the walls and doors and windows are indestructible, too.

It's not an apology at all. It's more like "here have this and be complacent for us."

[Either she still hasn't noticed the clothing or she just flat out doesn't care. Either way she's going to grab a bottle of wine, unsure if it's going to work very well on her now.]

Oh well, might as well take advantage of it. So who are you?

[macebronia]

So, even in times of merriment and great bounty, we're still prisoners of this place.... How unfortunate...

[He'll grab a bottle of wine himself and start drinking]
At least they've provided us with decent company.

Alexander, King of Conquerors, at your service, ma'am.

We shouldn't be shy in indulging in what they have prepared out for us, though!

[makemebreakfast]

Yea, I guess not.

[It's at this point that Arcueid does finally take a good look at herself and heaves a sigh. She takes a few sips of the wine, then sets it down. She instead grabs a vodka bottle and begins imbibing. What? She discovered she liked it when the town turned Russian.]

Alexander, huh? So what exactly is a King of Conquerors then?

[macebronia]

[He makes no hesitation to switch up drinks himself, going to his preferred drink of choice: whiskey.]

The king of conqueorors? It means that he who stands before you is a man who has wished to live harder than anyone else alive. Carrying out my dream of seeing it all, doing it all, and conquering it all.

[makemebreakfast]

You sound like one of those guys from way back before I was even around.

[Obviously having gotten sick of her current form of dress, Arcueid snaps her fingers, causing her outfit to revert back to her usual white turtleneck sweater and purple dress. It seems she left the shoes absent, however.]

Apparently they did that stuff like, all the time. [She takes another swig of her Vodka. She's no alcohol connoisseur, but this sure is tasty. Being Russian for a time can do that to a woman.]

[macebronia]

You could say that. This was back in the days of the Macedonian empire.

[He's surprised at how much the young girl can drink. Letting out a roar of laughter.]

Good to see you can keep up with my drinking.

[makemebreakfast]

Well, I'm not really human so I can drink better than the humans can.

Wasn't that Macedonian thing like...a really long time ago?