♜Vincent♜'s Links
His name alone gives me a migraine. I've always despised Scarlet ever since we were children. This atrocity of living space never seems to keep his trap shut, let alone never thinking before he speaks. I am not one for killing without money, however, If he weren't so useful I would have eliminated him the moment I had the chance.
LOL Vincent is still the scummy asswipe that I've known since we were young bats! The edgy giant rarely smiles for fuck's sake. If he'd agree to hang out with me his foot wouldn't be so stuck up his ass all the time LMAO!!! His attitude sucks major ass too. How he managed to score a cutie like Ambrosia is beyond me kfkfkf
I am not fond of Cosima's unusually sweet personality. Surely they were born without a brain with how dumb they have become. Ambrosia seems to hold interest and even knows of something important regarding them. But I do not wish to interact with Cosima more than I have to; which is not at all.
BALLYCATS! Is this man tall! Mr. Batman here would make for such a grand collection to the circus! OH MY GOD I CAN SEE IT NOW!!! I'd chant out circus lingos while he juggles five swords while prancing on an alligator's mouth! It'll be a huge parade with all there to see! > 7 < )//
Someone please do me a favor and cut Marionette's strings off. I don't want this absurd creation walking around any longer.
Vincent's fangs....I want Vincent's fangs...
Words shared to those deemed defunct to me are words best left silent.
You have made a huge mistake, Mr. Kuznetsov. You are of no use to me anymore, but I must emphasize of what troubles you have festered. You see, I no longer have an amulet to behold. Materialism isn't going to get me any closer from achieving my goals. This realization is all thanks to you, good sir. I found a new purpose. If we ever cross paths again I can promise you I will not let you go easy. A Báthory never leaves his business undone.
My dear Ambrosia, my one and only love. The only one I will ever love as for he is my soulmate. No, that cannot be right. He is more than that, surely he is my TwinFlame. A person created into this world specifically for me. There isn't a single thing I wouldn't do for him. He had warmed my cold bitter heart when others had failed to do so. We were children when we met. How I dreaded the first time I seen him. All bruised up, abused with no home to go to. I will never allow him to go through such a thing again. God forbid those who dare leave a mark on my Ambrosia. For he is more precious than anything a person could own. I love you, my Ambrosia.
My beloved sweetheart is the apple of my eye, he's my one and only. Oh what would I ever do without you? I think I'd die without your presence, you practically breathe life into me. To say 'I love you' is a big understatement. Words just can't express how truly meaningful you are to me. Some may say you are heartless, others even brutal, but to me you are my knight in shining armor. I love you always. You're my sweet, handsome gentleman~
Peculiar....I wonder if the spirit that lies inside of them leaves the body once the doll itself is broken. Rather weak by my standards if that is the case.
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What could've been a mutual agreeance of respect and business turned into a deep hatred between us. Empathy was not in my Terms and Conditions, the very one you signed. I assure you, an apology is not needed, obedience is what I want out of you. Attempt to dox me again and I'll further appall the rest of your mortal days.
If you understood what 'empathy' was I wouldn't have gone so far as to threaten you. But that turned out to be foolish on my part. Don't expect an apology from me regardless, I don't regret anything outside of the abuse you've done to me. I still have a nasty scar on my back because of you. So much for being a gentleman.
Edgar is my loyal pet raven, named after my favorite poet and writer. I stole him from a nest of baby birds when I was only six and the great lad has stuck with me ever since. He's very useful to me and often sends letters on my behalf. I value his company greatly, I just wish pathetic Scarlet didn't teach him such inappropriate language. Now it's nearly impossible for me to have company over without Edgar warbling such unsuitable words and phrases. How unfortunate that he's been glossed with such stupidity.
"Caw caw!" (Vincent, please. I demand you to give me pettings.)
I don't hold much of an opinion on Celestia outside of the fact that he's very mannerful. I rarely ever see the ghostie as he's normally lurking away in the spirit realm. When he does decide to pop up in the manor, he's always in the company of Ambrosia. I fear Celestia may not trust me fully as he leers and sneers at me when I am near. I do not understand but I will not encourage further interactions with him if that may be the case.
It's not that I dislike Vincent, it's more-so I distrust him. With his blood-shedding occupation and horrible family ties, I can't ever seem to trust him. My owner, Ambrosia, seems to adore him but I don't see the appeal. He's very...stoic, monotone even. It shocks me during the days I spot him being lovey dovey with my owner. Never in my life would I have guessed he was such a romantic.
My Godfather, yes. He was a man who taught me well on the behalf of many pointless things such as religion. Does he really take me for a fool to believe in such things? Even as a young child of 13, when he took custody of me, I still did not take the words of his teachings into account. The knowledge did not leave me though, that's simply just not how I work. He did, however, pursue me into a career of bloodlust; a hitman. He taught me how to hold a gun, how to hide bodies, and how to stay anonymous along with the many complex tools of being a hitman. The man raised me as an adolescent and took better care of me, more than what my father and mother combined had ever done for me. It feels, peculiar to say such negative things regarding my father when I've done nothing but practically worship the man in vain. But, I suppose there is no use lying to myself. Yevgeni was, no, is a hypocritical man. How can one preach about the glory of God and then slaughter the families of the very innocent? As far as I'm aware, the man no longer works as a hitman but as a loyal messenger. Still, hypocrisy runs fluid in his blood. Which I'm well aware had rubbed off of him and onto me. We still keep in touch as much as my job allows it. Lately I've been far too busy to return his calls or invitations.
My son is wise beyond his years, and I am most confident that he has more potential than he realizes. He is very important to me and I hold him in high regard. Monitoring his schooling ensures me that he is succeeding in his academics - which seems to not be an issue as he has already exceled all of his subjects. His attachment to me is perplexing, however. It's a cycle I went through with my own father, and it only led to disappointment and utter humiliation. Faust is a marvelous young boy - his intelligence much surpassed his youth - but his clinginess will only serve to undermine him.
Vibrant and awash in light. Munchkin has developed into a bubbly, playful imp. Not a quality that impresses me, however, his individuality is something I can respect nevertheless. It's unfortunate that I can only teach Munchkin so much. He is a dreamling, so it is best if I leave Ambrosia in responsibility of his education. Munchkin, like Faustus, holds a special place in my heart. My children are apart of me, without them I am lost.
Oscar resembles his father in every way possible, and that is an insult. However, I do concede that he is the most venial member of our family. We have a mutually beneficial connection in which he assists me in obtaining clients and I assist him in solving cases. On occasion, we correspond by letters, but I must admit that his handwriting could use some improvement.
He's phlegmatic, that is all. Unlike the rest of my family, I have no ill feelings toward Vincent. It's quite baffling really, even Mary seems to not like him that much. It's none of my business, though; all I care about is getting Vincent to help me solve these cases I've been working on for years. He appears to be the only person I can trust. In exchange, I bring him clients for his 'work.'
Who is to say I'm flattered for it? You're a peculiar one, Mr. Vick.
I refuse to believe we are related by any means. You're not worthy of having Chernyshevsky blood.
He is a reoccurring client of mine, a bit of a handful but nothing I can't work with. Business is always straight to the point.
He's always so uptight and professional that interactions with him can be too boring and mundane for my own personal liking. But I suppose that's what you get when you hire a hitman. No need to be buddy-buddy am I right? Still, he never fails to impress me.
Barbie is a subject about which I hold no opinion.
I pay Vincent to kill random individuals for the hell of it. He's the only one who can finish the job in a single day. He's handsome, but boring beyond tears.
A great pleasure of mine to be meeting you, Otto. You are one of very few intelligible individuals in this day and age. My respect for you is all that I can say. Your relative, Genesis, exerts a positive influence on Faustus with his impeccable manners and civility. When you are not able to watch him, he is more than welcome to stay with us. Either I or my husband, Ambrosia shall be present. Ah yes, and while we're here. May I ask what 'Ni' is? Our children keep talking about this 'Ni' but I'm uncertain of what or who they are.
Genesis exudes a demeanor associated with formality and compliance, evoking in me a sense of assurance that their influence on my own sons will be constructive.
I have no inclination towards engaging in religious ordeals. Kindly leave and inform Mishka that I have no intention of returning back to the temple. You are simply intensifying the difficulty of your own predicament. Should you dare to confront me anew, I shall utterly obliterate you, reducing you to mere ashes.