body count: OVER NINE THOUSAAAAND
[should anybody have the absolutely horrific fortune to be in the kitchen today, they'll find Alucard struggling to cook what looks like... pancakes. or, well, more accurately, a sauce for said pancakes. the cakes themselves are sitting very politely on their plate, piled high and perfectly browned. however, the prolific number of saucepans on the stove doesn't bode well for Alucard's mood.]
[the baby cockatoo in a breadpan nearby is peeping over the metal rim, eyes bright with curiosity. occasionally it flutters its half-pinfeathered, half-feathered wings and utters a loud call.]
"Cook until brown, but not caramelized." Bah! BAH! [HE PULLS OUT HIS GUN. CLEARLY HE IS ABOUT TO SHOOT THE OVEN OH MY GOD HELP-]
((OOC: Feel free to drop by and snag a cake, pet the birdie, or attempt to prevent oven homicide! OPEN TO ALL~<3))
[the baby cockatoo in a breadpan nearby is peeping over the metal rim, eyes bright with curiosity. occasionally it flutters its half-pinfeathered, half-feathered wings and utters a loud call.]
"Cook until brown, but not caramelized." Bah! BAH! [HE PULLS OUT HIS GUN. CLEARLY HE IS ABOUT TO SHOOT THE OVEN OH MY GOD HELP-]
((OOC: Feel free to drop by and snag a cake, pet the birdie, or attempt to prevent oven homicide! OPEN TO ALL~<3))