[Sometimes you meet a person and you are helpless to resist their pull, and are immediately pulled into their gravitational field.]
I have heard The British Museum is a supreme treasure trove of knowledge from all corners of the world. Our researcher, Mr. Lyle is an Egyptologist he was the one that read the original hieroglyphics. They were originally found carved into the flesh of one of these undead.
Mm. I've heard the name before, but I don't believe I have ever met the man himself.
[Alucard has lurked the halls of the British Museum before. Perhaps that's not surprising.]
Quite a few. Romanian, including the older form of the language. English, as you can see. French and German. Ancient Greek, Latin, and Egyptian. Turkish as well. Should I keep going?
[Vanessa is also not making any real move to leave. There is something oddly soothing about speaking with the Researcher, maybe his soothing dulcet tones. Or how he didn't even remotely question her story.]
Ah, now that is tempting, Sembene might have words with me. I am to love no other man's sweet baked good but his. Though that reminds me, do you live here alone?
[Out of all the secrets in the world Vanessa must hold in her heart that one may be the easiest. Her smiles are lighter, more frequent now.]
I was surprised when you greeted me at the door. You're a unique man, Mr. Tepes, I cannot recall any other man that I have met that does not have help. Do you cook your own meals, or are you a member of a club?
I might consider it if it was going to truly lead to ruin.
[She's got him on pragmatic, that much is certain.]
Mmm. Well, I've a fondness for blood sausage, but that's not something I'd count as cooking exactly. Stufat is our version of a lamb stew that's rather heavy on garlic and makes the house smell quite pleasant.
Practicality is such a wonderful trait to possess. A pity more don't.
[Even with the coffee and the Baklava her mouth begins to water without her bidding.]
Stufat, that sounds delightful I can practically smell it now. I do possess a fondness for way too much garlic that gets me every time. Who taught you your culinary expertise?
[The answer is yes, obviously, but the question has to be asked before the topic is abandoned all things considered.]
My mother, for the most part. She didn't come from nobility, and thus ran the kitchen in person. The circumstances between her and my father are what you'd politely consider unusual for any sort of nobility.
[Nobility. Not vampires. Not vampires at all.]
I had special dietary needs as a child as well, which was another reason for her to be as involved as she was.
Well as long as we had some fun with it before hand, I don’t see why not.
[Everything in moderation, shenanigans included.]
Fascinating, then how did her and your father meet? It sounds like quite the love story, not something you often hear about.
Oh, she knocked on the door to the castle, walked in, and demanded access to his library and scientific instruments.
[That's the short version. Simple. The least sentimental but still fully accurate, and Alucard's careful to let no emotion other than fondness even threaten to creep in.]
In truth, she cared more for the knowledge than him at first.
[It's a relief, Vanessa's eyes going towards the books. Alucard's own focus on a spot in the ceiling, because this conversation could veer into deeply private territory.]
Mmm. You're free to browse the shelf, if you'd like. Most of it is in Romanian, you'll find.
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[There is a sheer force of will Vanessa carries with her. That much is clear.]
Mm, I'd begin here before heading that far abroad. Your people seem particularly obsessed with Egypt these days.
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I have heard The British Museum is a supreme treasure trove of knowledge from all corners of the world. Our researcher, Mr. Lyle is an Egyptologist he was the one that read the original hieroglyphics. They were originally found carved into the flesh of one of these undead.
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[Alucard pauses, then clarifies:]
Linguistics are a hobby.
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[There is a fond smile for the man with a sweet heart and amazing hair.]
How many languages do you currently speak?
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[Alucard has lurked the halls of the British Museum before. Perhaps that's not surprising.]
Quite a few. Romanian, including the older form of the language. English, as you can see. French and German. Ancient Greek, Latin, and Egyptian. Turkish as well. Should I keep going?
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[It's an impressive list of languages. Vanessa has heard that Ancient Greek is a particularly difficult language to master.]
No need. [A brief laugh.] Unless you'd like to continue, I don't want to hold you back from your moment to shine.
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[But this all returns to one point that Alucard doesn't want to ask, but knows he must.]
Time is of the essence for such work, but can you set an arbitrary deadline?
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Or do you mean for Mina?
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Although I may have to request at least four days for an appropriate and minimal amount of research.
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[Incoming mildly delicate topic of conversation incoming: compensation.]
We are very happy to repay the generosity of your time as well, Mr. Tepes. You are doing us a great favor.
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[Alucard has no particular need of money, and to charge more than that feels incorrect given the circumstances.]
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[A little tension drains from her shoulders, the dark of her eyes at the conclusion of their business.]
I am indebted to you for aid, Mr. Tepes and the delightful refreshments. They were a wonderful, unexpected treat.
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[Alucard is inclined to rush people out the door, away from his little sanctuary, but in Vanessa's case, it seems a cruelty.]
You're welcome to take some with you when you depart. I've more than enough for myself.
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Ah, now that is tempting, Sembene might have words with me. I am to love no other man's sweet baked good but his. Though that reminds me, do you live here alone?
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[It's a very silly secret, but the whole conversation is silly. The tone of it is a pleasant contrast to the moments before and, indeed, now.]
Yes, I do. The home is small, and I prefer to look after my own affairs rather than use another's labor.
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[Out of all the secrets in the world Vanessa must hold in her heart that one may be the easiest. Her smiles are lighter, more frequent now.]
I was surprised when you greeted me at the door. You're a unique man, Mr. Tepes, I cannot recall any other man that I have met that does not have help. Do you cook your own meals, or are you a member of a club?
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[It doesn't even have to be a secret. Alucard simply sits there, folding his hands in his lap and quietly nodding along.]
I cook myself as well. It has helped me become familiar with all the markets here in London. Your butchers are very friendly.
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[Despite being delivered with knowing smirk she is not certain at all. It's a pragmatic solution and he certainly seems like a pragmatic gentleman.
Among other things.]
Truly. What is your favorite dish for you to make then, when you're feeling in a mood.
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[She's got him on pragmatic, that much is certain.]
Mmm. Well, I've a fondness for blood sausage, but that's not something I'd count as cooking exactly. Stufat is our version of a lamb stew that's rather heavy on garlic and makes the house smell quite pleasant.
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[Even with the coffee and the Baklava her mouth begins to water without her bidding.]
Stufat, that sounds delightful I can practically smell it now. I do possess a fondness for way too much garlic that gets me every time. Who taught you your culinary expertise?
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[The answer is yes, obviously, but the question has to be asked before the topic is abandoned all things considered.]
My mother, for the most part. She didn't come from nobility, and thus ran the kitchen in person. The circumstances between her and my father are what you'd politely consider unusual for any sort of nobility.
[Nobility. Not vampires. Not vampires at all.]
I had special dietary needs as a child as well, which was another reason for her to be as involved as she was.
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[That's the short version. Simple. The least sentimental but still fully accurate, and Alucard's careful to let no emotion other than fondness even threaten to creep in.]
In truth, she cared more for the knowledge than him at first.
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[A tug at the corner of her lip as she glances toward the partially covered book shelves.]
Well good knowledge is hard to find.
[apologies for the delayed responses, with the holidays it's been bananas. i will be more responsive now!]
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[It's a relief, Vanessa's eyes going towards the books. Alucard's own focus on a spot in the ceiling, because this conversation could veer into deeply private territory.]
Mmm. You're free to browse the shelf, if you'd like. Most of it is in Romanian, you'll find.
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