( video | un: alucard )

[ananym]

[ the feed starts with a very tall man with long blond hair, dressed in archaic clothing and a long black cloak. a large scar is visible on his chest. ]

Greetings.

My name is Alucard. I am a new arrival. No, I did not fill up the "form" as I found the criteria to be quite baffling and useless.

I do need to state that I am a half-vampire. Yes, I have fangs. No, I will not bite you. I do not require blood and you can go about your day in peace.

And no, I will not bite you if you have a kink for vampires. Find a sharp fork instead.

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text. un: Aleksander

[cruelyethuman]

[While he picks text, Aleksander does appreciate the wardrobe choice.]

Our legends speak of those cursed with bloodlust. The undead. Upiórs. Wurdulacs. Then again, our legends are mostly exaggerated fairy tales or outright lies.

[ananym]

No doubt. But there is always a kernel of truth hidden in them as well.

That is a vampire. There are many names for them.

[cruelyethuman]

Is that what you think, that even lies must have some truths to them.

Welcome aboard the station, Alucard. I hope it lives up to your expectations.

[ananym]

Yes. I think lies require truth to stand upon. As for legends, history has a way of forgetting until the moment arises.

It has been interesting so far. Wallachia did not even have functioning toilets and yet, here I am, in space.

[cruelyethuman]

Must be nice, to be able to forget.

For me, it was the doors. Electric doors. And the lights. How everything is so deceptively easy here, there is no need for candles or open flames to heat up water for a bath. There is no real reason for pickling vegetables, because there is a box that will keep the food cold for long periods of time.

And then there is the micro oven in the kitchen. My advice to you is, do not put spoons in it. It will not end well for you.

[ananym]

. . . Yes. I suppose it would be.

[ even if he can't. even if he must remember. ]

I am familiar with electricity and doors that can be opened in command. I was raised in a household of science. Though I never pictured humanity would come so far.

[cruelyethuman]

There is no traveling in space, in this house of science that you hail from?

[ananym]

No. I had a castle that could transport itself around the world but nothing beyond the stars.

[cruelyethuman]

Did it grow legs and walk? I've heard that joke before, you know.

[ananym]

Joke?

[cruelyethuman]

My mother used to claim that this is what could happen to a home. It would grow legs and leave you.

[ananym]

That is an interesting one. There might be some truth to it. I seem to recall a house with chicken legs further east of Wallachia.

[cruelyethuman]

That information only leaves me with more questions, than answers.

Why chicken, and how did you know. Did someone try to taste it.

[ananym]

My father was well-traveled and he kept a top-notch library.

The chicken legs was the descriptor. I do not think anyone was brave enough to attempt tasting them. It belonged to a fearsome witch named Baba Yaga.

[cruelyethuman]

They called my mother that, once upon a time.

[The black witch. Baba Yaga. The demon in the woods, although they were quicker to pin that name on him instead.]

Do you like to read?

[ananym]

[ that . . . is interesting. but stories can filter through other worlds. and with the infinite corridor's existence . . . alucard can believe it. ]

I do. I read a great deal when I was young.