Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20141113103340/@comment-5583506-20141226060141

''She suspects something. Should probably kill her...''

"For the last time, Carmilla, we are not going to kill anyone. Besides everytime I talk to you people suspects something. So maybe it would be better if you were quiet for once?"

''I don't like her. Too... nosy... Mind if I cut that snout off?''

Claire sighed. She couldn't remember for how long Carmilla had shared her consciousness, but she reckoned it must have been a long time. She had vague memories of grand hallways, expensive tapestry and elegant people bowing and addressing her with all manner of titles. And somewhere along there came Carmilla and interfered and ever since then things hadn't been the same. Next thing she knew she was living in the gutter and feasting on rats and... other unfortunate beings... The sad part was that she couldn't remember whether all those events in grand castles had actually happened or whether they were just a fiction created by her own twisted imaginations and dreams, all thanks to Carmilla...

''Look over there, little Claire! ''exclaimed Carmilla. A water hole!

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"Dammit, get back here!" hissed Varg. "Now is it not the time for stupidity!"