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theoriginalbloodcountess replied to your post: Evening, Santiago.

Faring far more yet my eyes deceive me to your appearance.

Is that so, amiga? Are you afraid I am a dream?

Someone ordered a douchebag's severed head?

On a pike and everything~

theoriginalbloodcountess replied to your post: “Oh look! Left over sparklers from last night!…

Yes and I believe you may set yourself a flame with your balloon.

“What?” He looked down at the balloon then quickly jumped off the table. “Dammit! Oh man, not good!” A panicked and somewhat strangled noise left his mouth as he looked for something to put the fire out with. “Where ‘s a fire extinguisher when ya need one?”

#ehe :) hello dear!

theoriginalbloodcountess replied to your post

-Flickers over his form-

Ethan shifts his head, at the little noise coming from somewhere in the room. Occasionally there was the odd sound, a clunk, a whirr, the occasional odd click. But something about this caught his attention. He turned to look behind him, stopping his typing for a brief second.

theoriginalbloodcountess replied to your post: I’m suuuuper horny right now…

The Count laughed, “Oh say it louder, Cameron.”

“If you insist…” Cam inhales before shouting, “I’M REALLY HORNY!!!.” Then he looks at the Count with a smile. “Better?”

theoriginalbloodcountess replied to your post: Nope. No. Nada.

I may have some need.

Uhhhhhh come again? Big bad vampire needs somebody to do her killing?

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*nods* Countess.

Written In Blood [Countess]

Ever since the fight he had with his mom a month ago, Thad had been living on the streets, stealing money, food, and clothes to survive. As he turned the corner, going into an alley he paused and turned around, tucking his hood closer to his neck. “Hello?”

I miss the lady

The Counting lady. Umm, Countess! She smells like salty red. Kinda like Scribe does.

theoriginalbloodcountess said: Of your shaft, Shilough and why are you puckering such lips?

Call it a cultural thing. Why would you have any interest in my dick?

theoriginalbloodcountess started following you

Now this was something to see, a woman of high class out in the woods, but something told him she wasn’t what she let on to be.

He remained seated, paws crossed in front of himself in a similar manner to his arms he tilted his head. “Couldn’t find the ball I take it?” he called out with a little smirk.

Countess,

I wish to ask a favor. Would you please find my wife Sura? She was taken from me.

heoriginalbloodcountess said: Enjoying my features, Valeyard?

Who wouldn’t enjoy your features, dear Countess?

The Captain and the Countess

He had been fortunate in getting himself to London as fast as he could, especially with the information on the line. He was dressed in full uniform, sections of it lined with kevlar, though he wore a trench coat to cover it, his shield in a bag he holds closely to him.

He didn’t know what he was in for, but if that Countess person still had that valuable data on the Avengers, he needed to make sure he got it back or destroyed it.