[center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/200427/85331bc1a7d0c70ba5443c2338452452.png[/img] [/center] [Color=gold][b]Time:[/b][/color] Late Morning [Color=gold][b]Location:[/b][/color] Community Park, New Paeonia [Color=gold][b]Interaction with:[/b][/color] Maeve [@Tae] It had taken some time, but time lost meaning after a few hundred years. Besides, this [i]time[/i] would be spent on educating someone he was currently considering to be his junior. She had fallen from grace, but Alexander would help her find her place again. No one could be perfect. Even his one kind, but Alexander worked towards making it so. A large canopy had been set up with a dozen malnourished and ragged people lined up on their knees beneath it. These were not cattle. They were a bit lower on the totem pole. They were the prisoners of New Paeonia. Subjected to whatever Alexander deemed necessary with no questions asked. Today he wanted to make a point to his dear friend, Maeve. A very bruised vampire male held a bulky VHS camera on his shoulder as he got ready to record Alexander while wondering why his wealthy boss wanted to use such old equipment. This vampire had brought the detail up to Olivia and his current appearance is a product of questioning Alexander's desire. Alexander simply wore black slacks, black oxford shoes, a tucked white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up above his elbows, and a pair of shades to keep things looking dim. He paced in front of the line of prisoners with his hands behind his back and a bit of a smirk on his face. He enjoyed the theatrics a bit. [Color=gold]"Ready?"[/color] Alexander ignored the vampire's bruised face. It was not his fault Alexander was a bit chronologically challenged when it came to using certain mediums, but he trusted Olivia had good reason to hurt him. [Color=gold]"Let's try to make this quick. I have an appointment to get ready for. Countdown from three."[/color] He continued his pacing [Color=royalblue]"Three. Two. One..."[/color] [Color=gold]"Ms Brannigan."[/color] The monster faced the camera with a kind smile as he stopped in front of one of the prisoners. [Color=gold]"Where should I start? Hmm… Oh, firstly, I am deeply sorry about your small business in town. You know how young enthusiastic subordinates can be. Well, you also know how the young and enthusiastic can be in general, but we're not here to talk about your body count. We're here to discuss mine."[/color] Alexander waved his arm to present the dozen. [Color=gold]"Twelve. Not the whole batch, but I just need a few to show you why you should focus less on my clan's activities and more on the state of your [i]people[/i]. Think of it as a lesson to learn and me as your humble teacher."[/color] Alexander strolled behind one of the prisoners and pulled his head up to face the camera. [Color=gold]"You know the closest thing my kind has to your wonderful magic. And I'm serious, it's wonderful. The closest thing we have is our ability to compel. The weaker the mind or the older the vampire, the more effective it is. Lucky for me, I have both advantages at the moment. I don't even have to look this warlock in the eye."[/color] Alexander chuckled as his prisoner started to weep. [Color=gold][i]"Stop crying."[/i][/color] And the man did. [Color=gold][i]"Now tell Maeve what your favorite spell is and why.[/I][/color] "Sum… Summone obsurum! It feels good when I use it. It's… it's easy to hurt others with it." [Color=gold]"Wow that's interesting. Dark energy does sound like it might feel good. But isn't that a bit illegal? Perhaps you'll let us know Ms. Brannigan. Next!"[/color] Alexander made his way behind the next prisoner, a young blonde woman. He made her face the camera like the man before her. [Color=gold][i]"Same thing. Your favorite spell and why.[/i][/color] "Hanc cor.. meum, quo-" [Color=gold]"Good enough for me. I think that one is the love spell, right. I know my magic Maeve. Love isn't a bad thing. Not unless you're forcing someone else to love you and be your loyal slave. This girl is interesting. A mix between a slave master and a bachelorette. Next!"[/color] And Alexander went from person to person down the line over the course of several minutes "Necromancy!" [Color=gold]"Next!"[/color] "Speaking to the dead." [Color=gold]"Next!"[/color] "Dark energy wielding." [Color=gold]"Next!"[/color] "Hexes!" [Color=gold]"Next!"[/color] Alexander continued until he reached the final person in line. [Color=gold][i]"Favorite spell and why."[/i][/color] Alexander did not get a reply from this prisoner. [Color=gold]"Let's give it another go. [I]Favorite spell and why."[/i][/color] Still no reply. As if the compulsion had no effect on this one. Then Alexander chuckled. [Color=gold]"Silly me. He doesn't have spells. [I]How about you tell her what you used to do for a living."[/i][/color] "I was a chef." [Color=gold]"Very nice, but Ms. Brannigan and I don't care about that."[/color] [Color=gold][i]"What else did you do for a living?[/I][/color] "I killed witches… The spawns of satan that created all of you wretched-" [Color=gold][i]"Hush."[/i][/color] [Color=gold]"She has heard so much already… You want a war with me?"[/color] Alexander's giddy smile morphed into a scowl of near disgust. [Color=gold]"A WAR WITH ME? You have enemies at your back. At your sides! Look at them. Look at them Maeve! Now I agree that you should stop being so soft, but these ill feelings should not be towards me. And I don't have any hard feelings. Trust me, you'd know… It's easy to make me the devil and your welcome to challenge me in [i]war[/i]. But please get your shit together first. At least give me that respect… Cut it off."[/color] And the video ended. The prisoners returned to their hell. And Alexander got himself ready to go to Alexei's. All was as it should be. Oh, and the VHS tape was being delivered shortly by way of magic by a batch of much healthier prisoners. They lacked Maeve's skill and power, but the tape would make its way to her. Her name was written in black marker on the label. Well "Ms. Brannigan" was written to be accurate.