Chapter VIII: Van Helsing's Cinematograph; Late Evening

[master_helsing]

[It was the first time in seven months that the good professor had allowed his Net Vice to connect to the community unbeknownst. He was not a man of publicity, no, not in such a distant way; for he saw the network as a divider rather than an embracer. No matter the instance in which one speaks to one another physically they are parted and so much

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[master_helsing]

[There's a curious oft of a fuzzy brow.]

I fear your transliteration was close not by a furlong.

[He had no interest in the 'angels' here, nor did he blame God for anything, if fact it's just the opposite. He blames the ruler of the modern world.]

You are projecting the child minded thoughts of the masses unto me.

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[master_helsing]

[Undecided if he liked that sobriquet of his name, he complied as he eased himself into a cigar, knowing well he wasn't one to speak plainly, most especially in his own memorandum.]

I presume not of any solid reason for our coming und going to this port. But, it is my hope that I might take fractions of the knowledge I glean here with me when I return home.

Action.

[psyd_seward]

[There's been a shroud of death-like quiet in the past hour of such the like that upon hearing the commotion upstairs Seward could not help but drop the book and parcel he'd been holding out of surprise, his heart leaping up into his throat. For a moment the roar of his Professor had quite startled him, so much so that his heart fluttered behind his ribcage like a bird frantically trying to escape

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[draculalite]

[That is a lot of words. But Raphael is always on the lookout for things to read.]

You are blathering on again, old man.

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[makeumypet]

[Amy patiently takes time to read what the man had to write about before answering.]

I appreciate that you consider father still a man than a monster.