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[Journal and Event]

Oh, huh... today's my 18th birthday.

It's kinda shocking, how quickly my time at the Academy's gone by... It's almost unreal to me.

Even though I still feel like something's watching me, at least things feel sorta... peaceful, right now.

I guess at the least, that's what I'd want right now.

[Event]

*from sunset to evening, Hitoshi's out and about, be it at the island or in the city.

He's yawning a little, though he's taking great care to cover his mouth when doing so. Seems like he just woke up or something. But... He keeps looking over his shoulder, too.

Whoever or whatever's been watching him has done it consistently, but he still isn't sure why or who... So he's a little on edge about it.*

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Nothing too dire, nephew.

Just that if you are having so much trouble, that I am to bring you to our school in the Twelve Dimensions. Immediately.

Neil flips over with the vigorous shaking now, still snoring. A hand in his jacket that's kinda. Moving around.

"Jus... Jus one more minute, please."

Wha... school? What for...?

*shaking his head a bit. He seems to vaguely realize just what it's for, but...*

I'm... I'm not going anywhere. Especially not with you.

Heh. As I said, I have felt very impressed by your self-control. Why, if your protector here hadn't been so insistent on trying to launch some attempt to draw me out, I'd have waited until your graduation, but...

*he produces a cane, which he uses to "gently" apply pressure to the hand that's moving around in your pocket, Neil*

Now just what do you think you're doing? More rice?

Neil winces, his eyes popping open. He's been holding something in there and he's let it go under the pressure.

"Oh, you caught me. Well... no. I'm out of rice and I didn't bring flash grenades with me this time, so... I just thought we could all, y'know. Celebrate? It's your nephew's birthday after all."

It is. And what a special day it is, really. After all, this could potentially be the start of his new educational career. There is more than enough reason to celebrate.

But I don't trust you, boy. Just what are you planning?

"Oh, you know. A quiet outing. A few of my friends. I don't know any of Hitoshi's friends, unfortunately. Or I'd have texted them instead."

He blinks slowly.

"What's there to not trust about that?"

I've been keeping tabs on my nephew for several months, boy.

I already know that you and your friends were going out of their way to attempt to assist him.

"Oh, good. Then this isn't going to be a huge surprise when they walk out of that alley over there."

He points.

If it's looked at there's definitely no one over there.

*both Hitoshi and the man glance over there-- though the man's definitely more casual about it, still applying the pressure. The man then looks back.*

Well? Where are your friends?

"... A very good question."

He grabs the cane with his other hand.

"Ah, Hitoshi? Run."

*there's a bit of hesitation on Hitoshi's part, mostly because it means leaving you to face the mystery vampire man.

But then he turns and runs.*

*the man yanks the cane out of Neil's hand, before jabbing it into your stomach, Neil. It's about as gentle as the pressure before, which is: none at all.*

I'm really trying to be cordial in this case, boy, but you are starting to get on my nerves.

Neil hrks, putting both of his hands on the cane and pulling on it.

"I mean, that's kinda the point. You're thinking something like 'I can deal with this boy right now and go after my nephew once he's dealt with.' Right?"

And would I be wrong for assuming it, boy?

"I mean, probably not. I'll put up more of a fight than you thought I'd be capable of, but straight hand to hand you've got me outclassed in every conceivable way. I'd have to get the drop on you to have a fraction of a chance outside of a game or something.

I also don't think you'd be sporting enough to duel Graham or Yildiz when you could just grab Hitoshi and run. So, I'd have to waste your time talking while they could plan something to at least keep him safe from you.

... I see why people layout their plans in monologue. That felt really good."

Even if you have my nephew on a constant guard, boy, I will still take him away once it's time, though that would admittedly delay me a small amount. After all, you're only just being a distraction.

Besides, it isn't like you just told him to run away, so that he'd be alone, now did you?

"Well, no. That'd be stupid. I'd have him run to my back-up.

... Are you basically going to just take him to vampire school where he can be a better vampire? Because that's stupid."

Well, it would be to make sure he doesn't lapse into a blood-thirsty frenzy and start attacking his friends, but certainly, we can go with your viewpoint.

Do you have a complaint about it?

"Wait. ... that doesn't make you the bad guy in this at all.

.... huh. What a twist. How likely is that to actually happen?"

I'm surprised that the weight of the situation has made it clear to you, boy. *he makes a laugh, those fangs looking more pronounced* Make no mistake. I am somewhat of a bad guy, because even with the best of intentions, I still stalked him, and I'm still likely going to have to kidnap him for a little while. *... well, least he's aware those are bad things!*

But as you might have overheard when you were pretending to sleep, I've been impressed at his self-control. But once he's had a taste of it, it's rather... difficult to repress.

And something occurred that led to him inadvertently having a taste. Not that he's willing to divulge that, even to his closest friends.

Neil... sighs.

"I suppose you would know the best. Can you stop trying to crush my organs now? Are you stalking him so you could get an eye for this bloodlust and be able to take him at a good moment?

Because that all... makes sense, honestly."

Oh, was I "crushing" them? Apologies, it's sometimes hard to remember my own strength.

*he lifts the cane, but he keeps it hovered over you. there's definitely an understandable level of not trusting what's going on in your head, Neil.*

And your assumption would be correct. Even as we speak, one of my familiars is watching him, just in case.

*oh, so... even telling him to run wasn't gonna stop anything...*

He winces and rubs his chest and hand as he slowly gets up.

"And also let me guess, if you tried to explain this rationally to him, he'd just. Bolt. Or reject it outright. I'll... see what I can do on convincing my friends then. I don't trust you quite yet, but I think I'd rather have him returning eventually without the possibility of going bonkers on my conscience than him eating or even trying to eat someone here."

He seems... pretty sold on this, honestly.

"Sorry for the misunderstanding, mister...?"

*he makes a smile, before taking out a monocle to put on, the gesture shifting his appearance to...*

You may call me "Sheridan", my boy. If you can attempt to convince him to listen to me, maybe we can avoid further playing around, like this.

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