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Current That isekai idea works until you take into account the advanced part and include things like AI, brain machine interfaces, etc. Knowledge can just be downloaded.
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5 yrs ago
Some day's I regret setting foot in this site.
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5 yrs ago
What do you mean by added? Like to a PM or something?
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5 yrs ago
What the pog doin?
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5 yrs ago
Unless you love kids a little too much, then a prison sentence is what can be done about it.
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Alastor stared at the man blankly, still going over everything he'd mentioned previously. After a couple of seconds, however, the Laizu pushed the thoughts to the back of his ancient mind, deciding to come back to them at a later date.

"Sure," He said, turning his attention back to Andy as he eyed the empty mug suspiciously. "What was coffee again?"



Location: The City - Dio's Mansion | Interactions: @Zoey Boey



Dracula's eyes narrowed into thin slits as he considered the man's words. From everything he'd seen and heard, this stranger simply wished to know more about him. A harmless request, especially for a being like himself, though one that had the potential to become far more dangerous should he give away too much. Still, Dracula knew the limits of his power-despite any weakening it may have undergone during his transportation to this place-so even if this Dio fellow did try something, he was confident he could put him down if he needed to.

Given the nature of the man's offer, however, he doubted either one of them would be trading blows this night.

"A tempting offer," Dracula replied in a friendly manner, a slight smile twisting its way onto his bloodless face as he briefly pondered the immortals' motives. "And a curious one at that. I cannot help but wonder why one such as yourself, who seems to be as out of place here as I am, is so hospitable, especially given the fact we've just met."

Dracula paused briefly, before continuing with a small shrug.

"Granted, I don't suppose it matters. You wish to know more about me, and I have nothing better with which to occupy my time at the moment, so why not?"

Striding toward the open door, Dracula clasps his hands behind his back as he goes, a rather unusual gesture for him but one he felt was somewhat fitting given the current circumstances. Sparing one last look at Dio as he crosses the threshold, Dracula enters the opulent mansion interior and takes a seat at the long table sitting in the middle of the room.



Location: The City - Dio's Mansion | Interactions: @Zoey Boey



A thin mist wormed its way through the air, the intelligence that comprised it scanning the devastated ground below with mild interest. After a while, however, the entity noted a marked change in the environment. Where once there had been ruins and decay, there now stood a uniformly drab city of imposing monoliths that seemed to stretch on for miles, even intersecting with a desert at certain points. Taking note of this, the consciousness within the mist made sure to remember the fact that not everything here in the Crossroads made sense. Not even the ground. Moving on, weaving its way in-between said structures, the entity eventually spotted a building down below that was quite different from all the others. Unlike all the uniform monoliths rising to pierce the sky around him, however, the look of this one structure in particular was similar to that of a castle-albeit warped and twisted-made of yellowish sandstone. Swooping down towards it as the blazing sun slowly lowered itself towards the horizon, Dracula shifted back into his human form, landing a few feet away from the castles' entrance.

Standing across from him, directly in front of the main entrance, was a man dressed in clothing that he could only describe as foppish. It was similar to the styles of clothing worn by those back on Earth, only more... extravagant. Excessively so. Granted, he wasn't exactly one to talk. His own long coat was centuries out of date in his world, a clear indication of his total lack of sense when it came to shifting trends in fashion. Still, he couldn't help but find the clothing worn by the man standing before him visually annoying to look at.

Shaking his head slightly, doing his best not to focus on what he was wearing, Dracula approached the man as day slowly turned to dusk.
Depending on how close he is to Drac, I might just take up that offer of interaction, though I feel like I should wait for some other people to post before I do. Sort of pad out the space between my intro post and the rest I suppose.
Just realized I completely forgot to set up that Vampire Killer plot...

Well there's always the next post.



Location: City Ruins


Dracula awoke, his eyes briefly flaring a bright crimson that died away soon after as he slowly got to his feet. Resting a pale hand against his forhead with a soft grunt, he tried to recall exactly how he had gotten here, wherever here was anyway. Closing his eyes, he let his mind drift, back, back over the events that had led him here.

The one's he could recall, anyway.

Dracula, Prince of Darkness, stared at the empty display with disdain. His old combat cross, the only thing that could end his eternal existence permanently, had been stolen. And the ironic thing was he knew exactly who did it.

Alucard. His own flesh and blood.

He was the obvious culprit. No one else had the skill or fotitude to infiltrate his vault. No one else could have possibly seen that battered and burned old cross as something worth stealing...

Besides him that is.

Of course the question now was why?

That the ancient being couldn't even begin to guess, though he suspected it might have had something to do with his own mood as of late. Truth be told, he had been becoming much colder recently, which must have been why Alucard had taken the cross. He must have feared his father was going to slip back into the same dark pit he had been trapped in for so many centuries, and acted accordingly.

In all honesty, he didn't blame his son. He would have done the same most likely, had their situations been reversed.

Still, the weapons loss troubled him. It was the one thing that could put a final end to his long existence, and send him into the comforting embrace of death. And not having it here with him, especially after everything he'd gone through to reclaim it, infuriated him.

"But," he reminded himself. "I am nothing if not patient. I have waited this long for death, I can wait a bit longer."

Turning away from the display, his long coat unfurling dramatically, Dracula made his way back through the long and winding halls of his underground vault, a hideaway he had constructed in place of his castle, albeit within the ruins of the city rather than the mountains barren expanse. While it wasn't anywhere near as impressive as his old home, or as fortified, it served the purpose towards which he put it well enough.

Making his way through the structure, his hands clasped behind his back, the elder vampire turned a corner, only to have his vision obscured by a blindingly bright light that slowly consumed him. Mind, body, and soul, until there was nothing left.

Was this it? Were his wishes finally being granted?

Was he finally receiving the death he so desperately craved...?


"Apparently not," he thought sourly, carefully examining his surroundings. He was in a ruined office of some sort, with rotted stacks of paper and ruined pieces of furniture scattered haphazardly throughout the room. Shaking his head to clear it, Dracula cautiously made his way towards the nearest exit-a worm eaten wooden door barely attached to the frame upon which it hung-tore it off its corroded hinges and tossed it to the side.

Sprawling out before him was a ruined husk of a city, massive in scope, filled with all manner of decayed buildings. Hollow sentinels of a civilization long since fallen from grace. Much like him, in a way.

Shifting his gaze downwards, away from the silent remnants, Dracula's eyes narrowed into thin slits. He was standing before a yawning precipice. Had he taken another step, he would have found himself becoming more intimately acquainted with the ground below. Not that it really mattered. Survival wasn't an issue for him, but time was. He wanted to find Vampire Killer as soon as possible, and loathed the idea of having to spend what could be days clawing his way back up to the surface.

No, he'd have to find a different way, if he didn't just fly to the other side outright that is. Speaking of flight, he felt... different. Weaker, somehow. As though some vital parts of him had been torn away, although he wasn't sure what that could be.

He didn't have much time to ponder this, however, as a gilded parchment materialized in the air before him. Remaining suspended for only the briefest of moments, the scroll dropped to the ground, only to come to a halt at the last moment as Dracula used his telekinesis to hold it aloft. Positioning it where he could see it's contents, he unfurled the scroll and began to read.



Rolling the scroll back up now that he was finished with it, Dracula looked down to find five crimson and gold colored chips lying on the floor, which must have fallen while he was preoccupied.

"Those must be the tokens it mentioned," he muttered, picking them up and smuggling them away into a newly created pocket in his coat. Taking hold of the scroll, he took a few moments to commit its contents to memory, before summoning his chaos claws and setting it alight. Even though he now knew the name of the place he was in, despite not knowing where it was in relation to Europe, he had no idea how valuable the information he'd just received was or if there were other's here who might be after it, so he decided to play it safe and destroy the original outright. That way the only place it existed was the one place it couldn't be stolen from.

His mind.

Once he was done with that, Dracula dispelled his claws and strode back over to the open doorway he had peered through earlier. Fixing his gaze on the chasms far side, the old vampire focused on his body, willing it to shift into a thin, black and red mist. Taking to the air, the Prince of Darkness descended upon the desolate wastes below.

Upon the Crossroads.
Working on a post. And no, Dracula is not getting his castle. So if you were thinking of reanacting a final boss fight with the Slayer and Chief against him or some such, think again.






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Alright, I think we've managed to pick out all of the OP aspects. I think I'm confident enough in saying that he's accepted, as long as you play him responsibly

Remember to Drac responsibly, kids


I'll do my best. Will probably post tomorrow sometime though, as it's 3:01 AM where I am, and my brain probably shouldn't be working on fully fledged intro scenes right now. Will move him into the character's tab in the meantime, however.
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