Wild SOMA appears!

[v_tepes_cruz]

(Castle Interior, dead of night - but then, it's always night in the castle

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[redwhitenbread]

Belmont?

[He's a bit used to this surroundings by now. Or better, their sudden change.]

[v_tepes_cruz]

[Soma turns, his hand dropping to the hilt of his sword - but he does not draw. Eyes narrowed, he looks the newcomer over.]

Yes, Belmont. Their line has plagued me for generations.

[redwhitenbread]

What have they done?

[Is this a nation, too? It doesn't feel like it, but he sounds as if he is old...]

[v_tepes_cruz]

[Soma apparently finds some humor in the question, his face quirking with the hint of a smile - or a smirk.]

For a thousand years, they have done nothing but try to kill me.

[redwhitenbread]

Why would they do that?

[Either they were bad people, or they had a good reason, or their nations or tribes were bound to each other by some sort of hatred.]

[v_tepes_cruz]

That's rather a long story, and one I don't feel like sharing. Who are you?

[redwhitenbread]

[He winces a bit at the words.]

My name is Raivis Galante. Wh-what is your name?

[v_tepes_cruz]

[Soma gives the kid a searching look, as if looking more into him or through him than at him. After a few moments - just long enough for it to become uncomfortable - he replies.]

Soma Cruz.

[redwhitenbread]

[Well, Raivis feels uncomfortable anyway, so the lenght of the stare doesn't matter.]

Wh-where are you from?

[v_tepes_cruz]

[Raivas' level of comfort means little; Dracula senses a power similar to and yet vastly different from Soma's in you, Latvia.]

Earth, which this is obviously not. And you, Raivas Galante? Where do you call home?

[redwhitenbread]

I am from earth, t-too. From Europe.

[This man reminds him of someone, but he can't really grasp what.]