video ● seventh reflection

[straying]

[Video clicks on and... Saya looks tired. Really, really tired. She yawns before she makes her point.]

If I had to pick a type of criminal to have a vendetta against, it would be thieves.

[A tired sigh.] If anyone finds Ragna, would you mind retrieving my gun from him? I'm not entirely defenseless without it, but it's... something that I want back. And I hate to be a bother but...

[She glances behind her and you can catch a glimpse of a very... empty doorway. The door's been broken down. She managed to prop it up next to it though.]

I think I need a new place to stay... Or a repairman. I'll take one or the other.

Comments

voice.

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

[..... what. Well, verbal abuse from strangers is actually something she's encountered before. So she sighs.]

I've been trying to avoid him, for the record. So don't worry, I'll try not to meet up with him again. That alright with you?

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

He did! I don't really know, Tao. He thought I'd hurt myself or something.

voice.

[brotherism.livejournal.com]

[ There's a short, hoarse laugh. ]

You'd better.

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

[He laughs.]

Perhaps you would be better off with the lamp.

[And then he nods.]

Well, I had better go do my ridiculous thing for the month.

[Click!]

voice.

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

[She gives him a thumbs-up.]

Can do.

[click!]

[hungryvigilante.livejournal.com]

Are you really crappy with guns, flower girl?!

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

[That makes her laugh.]

No, I think I'm pretty good with them, actually!

[hungryvigilante.livejournal.com]

Meow, that's awesome! But then why did he think you were going to hurt yourself?

voice.

[eatingwings.livejournal.com]

Indeed.

What did you say your name was, child?

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

He's a little too overprotective, I guess? I'm not really sure.

voice.

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

Saya Minatsuki. And you are?

voice.

[eatingwings.livejournal.com]

Alucard.

voice.

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

Nice to meet you, Mister Alucard.

Do you mind if I ask you another question?

voice.

[eatingwings.livejournal.com]

You may.

[ninjaservant.livejournal.com]

You were robbed, Miss Saya?

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

Yep. Didn't think it was possible. You'd think that if I hung out with a thief, the chances of me being robbed would be slimmer...

[What do you mean that's not how it works--]

voice.

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

Rude as it may sound, I'm rather curious. Feel free to turn down my question, though.

How old are you?

voice.

[eatingwings.livejournal.com]

Not at all. I am 576 years old, child.

voice.

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

Whoa. I'm... a little envious.

You must've seen a lot of things. How's that been?

voice.

[eatingwings.livejournal.com]

_{[ Alucard chuckles ]}

That depends. I was born as Vlad Dracul III Ţepeș, when I became known as Dracula. While I have seen humanity evolve and create wondrous, marvelous things... humanity's obsession with war has left me... disappointed.

voice.

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

Hmm... I want to say that I understand... but that's probably an empty statement to you.

But I agree that people are pretty... irrational that way. They'll cling onto something so ferverently that they forget that their opponent has something to cling onto to- which is what leads to war. A clash of beliefs because people can't live and let live.

[She sighs.] Or... something like that, right?

voice.

[eatingwings.livejournal.com]

No, child, it is not an empty statement. You are wise beyond your years. Humanity is something that is precious, something that should be cherished. I lost my humanity over 500 years ago. Humans who blindly engage in war, or who end their lives by their own hands have earned my eternal contempt.

[ninjaservant.livejournal.com]

[...What kind of logic is that?] I'm not sure it quite works that way, Miss Saya.

But you said something was taken from you?

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

Sure it does. It wasn't my thief friend that took anything from me this time anyway. He normally just leaves my things alone.

But... yeah. Don't worry about it. I'll manage something. If you do see someone in a red coat with white hair, though... I'd appreciate it if you could pass on the message that I want my gun back.

[aimforthesun.livejournal.com]

... Do I even want to know what happened?