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[USEC_OFFICER]

"Alright,"  He says putting his phone away,  "We have a pool,  a theater, a library,  and a game room.  Do any of those interest you?"

"Hmm... I seen the games room and library, so either the theatre or pool. I don't have a bathing suit with me though..."

Tobias does indeed get comfy.

Ester proceeds to wrap her arms around Tobias, holding him closely as she intertwines his legs with hers. Giggling, she showers him with kisses, and then settles down to watch the show when it starts.

"You both intruded into his personal space. Both get punished. You should know better." Samson begins lecturing HILDA about respecting a person's private space and their personal business.

Lunette is there. She listens intently to Samson.

[Sanure]

Samson sighs, "His name implies where he was born and what his parents were like. Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if his family had ties to old Count Vladimir. Anyways, What were you two thinking? Ever hear about giving a person respect? If he wanted either of you to know what he was hiding, then he would have told you." Samson begins thinking for a moment, while Shade speaks up, "You both saw how he looked at that Locket right? Any guesses as to who that as in the picture? Alucard has had a difficult life ever since he lost his family." Shade seems sad.

[PrivateNomad]

 "...It was my daughter." Alucard said, suddenly standing in the doorway. His lenses emitted a blue color, simply gazing over the two girls sitting.

[USEC_OFFICER]

"...It was my daughter." Alucard said, suddenly standing in the doorway. His lenses emitted a blue color, simply gazing over the two girls sitting.

Lunette nods, "I thought so. Eliza, right?"

[Sanure]

"Hey, Alucard..." Shade seems to be on the verge of tears. Samson just looks even more annoyed now that Alucard is here, "You can continue the lecture if you want alucard. I need a smoke..." Samson knew what lose was like, having lost the one person he cared for a few years back. He hadn't smoked in years, not that he's that old, barely adult by most peoples standards. Still, he felt like he needed it right now.

Shade stays behind, in a corner's shadow.

[PrivateNomad]

Alucard simply nodded slowly to Samson, acknowledging the fact. Alucard pulled up a chair and sat down behind the desk, facing Lunette and HILDA. The dim fluorescent light flickered silently above, shrouding the room in silence before Alucard breaks it.

 "...Yes. Her name was Eliza."

[USEC_OFFICER]

Alucard simply nodded slowly to Samson, acknowledging the fact. Alucard pulled up a chair and sat down behind the desk, facing Lunette and HILDA. The dim fluorescent light flickered silently above, shrouding the room in silence before Alucard breaks it.

 "...Yes. Her name was Eliza."

"Do you want to talk about what happened to her?" Lunette asks, giving him a sympethetic smile.

[Atnegam]

"Yeah,  I don't have one either.  How about the theater then?"

[PrivateNomad]

((Wouldn't want to spoil Alucard's plot too much.))
 "She was murdered at the age of 9 presumably; she was the brightest part of my life until I was trapped within the void. That is all there is to it." he says with a depressing demeanor about him.

[Projeck37]

Whee, Game of Thrones~

[Sanure]

Samson finds his way outside and lights up a cigarette.

[PrivateNomad]

Samson finds his way outside and lights up a cigarette.

Samson senses the presence of Bartimaeus beside him, in the form of a beetle, resting upon the stone wall.

[Sanure]

"You need to work on your hiding skills Bartimaeus." Samson speaks with a flat tone, memories flooding back into Samson's mind.

[PrivateNomad]

 "Wasn't trying to hide good. Best hiding skills from me was during World War II, some guy summoned me to infiltrate a Nazi base. Something on your mind?"

[Sanure]

"Her." Samson begins to remember her, the previous owner and the original maker of his pistols. He holds up one of the pistols and looks at the emblem on it. "The Rose Quartet. Pistols with unnatural anti-magics built from the most mundane materials. From me to you. Love Melissa." Bartimaeus would notice the tears streaming down Samson's face, the cigarette forming a long length of ash.