[Day, time: Eh.] [You're in cheese! I mean in Hell! You're in Hell! In a castle! With indoor plumbing and hawt water. Rawk!] [Mini is go!] * Lazar is wandering through the castle aimlessly. Most of the others have gone to bed (or at least to their respective rooms), but since he doesn't need to sleep... wandering. * Lazar also has his Slinky out, and is working it back and forht in his hands as he lumbers about. * Chelsea is sitting in any random room where she can make noise without the rest of the castle being kept awake. Why? Because she's singing to herself while mulling over the pages of some old-looking book. * Lazar is, additionally, singing a soft tune in Hungarian as he wanders. ( ... outta my head. =P ) [By some coincidence, you're both singing the same tune.] * Lazar looks around as he sings. What an odd echo. * Chelsea stops her singing for a moment, raising an eyebrow. ( Lazar is suddenly a soprano? :P ) * Lazar realizes that the 'echo' is far too high-pitched to be an actual echo, and starts looking for the source. Now, now. Whatever are you doing up at this hour? ( Couldn't sleep! ^^ ) * Lazar notices Chelsea, stops his song, and waves. "Golem no sleep." Ah. Well, that's better than my excuse, anyway. Should figured it was you. No likely others would be singing Hungarian song. * Chelsea nods. "Care for a seat? The sofa on the wall," she points, "is stone. It should support your weight nicely." * Lazar nods. "Stone good. When first became golem, no always remember I heavy like stone... broke many chairs." *sits down* Terrible habbit. You don't get goodies from breaking chairs. * Lazar grins. "Just candelabras." * Chelsea smirks and turns a page. "So, how are you enjoying Hell so far?" ... enjoy Hell seem like odd words to go together. * Lazar shrugs. "Then again, no was attacked on way to castle... so really no much worse than Transylvania so far." Walk same distance in random area in Transylvania, at least run into were-sheep. * Chelsea nods. "Speaking of Transylvania, you muttered something earlier about a villiage or family dying?" ... you is direct. Is good quality. *pauses* You ever hear of Hunters, from Transylvania? * Chelsea nods. "Once or twice. I might've even gone to meet them, if it weren't possible that I might become Hunted." No is likely. We know of Arakus, know he grandkids no all like him. But yes. Hunters my people. For 800 years, we try keep peace in Transylvania, make sure no vampyre or demon lord get too much power and threaten all. * Chelsea nods. "A lofty goal. What went wrong?" ( The Belmonts moved in next door. ) Two years ago, something happen. I on normal patrol, hear noise. Should have sounded alarm... but I more brave than smart. Get knocked out, when wake up... all people slaughtered. Mystics, warriors, all. * Chelsea raises an eyebrow. "That's quite an accomplishment." * Lazar narrows his eyes. "You make sound like good thing." ( She's a demon :P ) (Have to appreciate good work!) * Chelsea shakes her head. "No, no. I'm only saying that it'd take a remarkably powerful individual to idly kill a large number of people who are born and trained vampire and demon hunters." No was individual, I think. Many things at once. Overwhelmed people before could mount defense, killed most dangerous first... toyed with rest. * Lazar shakes his head. "Was... no pretty." And so you are the last? In all of Transylvania? Was only one other left... Gypsy magess named Nalia. She barely alive, but... knew I could no find things what killed people by self, with own power. And all Kabbalists dead, so no could animate golem to do. So... Nalia transfer my soul into golem body. My body dead, Nalia dead too, from effort. * Lazar pauses. "So yes. I last of Hunters." ( Little does Lazar realize it yet, but he's also the last of the Mohicans. ) * Chelsea frowns. "That doubtless bodes poorly for Europe." Oh, and Dracula back, too. That bode worse. Hm. I don't suppose the two events are related? No know. Would no surprise, but no know. *shakes head* Many, many evil things in Transylvania. Most no like Hunters very much. Of course not. The Hunters oppose them and keep them from accomplishing their evil goals. * Lazar rubs his head, producing a faint grinding noise. "So now I golem with human illusion. Come to Japan because Nalia say person there know mystic arts, could help. End up with Mystery Club." Now I travelling with team, keep little ones safe as best I can, and look for Kabbalist to finish golem runes so can avenge people. * Chelsea turns a page, then looks up thoughtfully. She turns to reguard Lazar. "Golems aren't usually infused with human spirits." Never are. I first, as far as can tell. Is... no fun. No eat, no sleep... very lonely. ( Lazar needs a female golem. ) ( Like that'd help. He still has no lips, a limited sense of touch, and no genitals. =P ) * Chelsea nods slowly. "I imagine it'd be rather like living in a walking prison." * Lazar nods. "No can get close to most people because they might find out golem. And people what no golem... aside from risk of smush them by accident..." I no alive. I just soul in statue. Makes hard to get close to people. ( Lazar needs a female robot. ) * Chelsea nods. "And how has taking up residence in a statue affected you, beyond restricting your social life?" I stronger. Tougher, definately. Made of stone. Have purpose, but no know what happen after finish purpose. *If* finish purpose. Some legend say golem crumble to dust when job finish. Some say they stay on until people what activate turn off. * Chelsea taps her chin. "The latter is unlikely to happen anytime soon. However, that's not quite what I meant. Are you the same man now as you were when you dwealt in flesh?" ... no. No close to same man. Old Lazar dead, in ground. I bury with own hands. Litarally. * Chelsea raises an eyebrow. "And why do you believe that is?" Everything in old Lazar life gone. All friends, all family, all care about. All left is golem life. Protect little ones, find ones who kill people. Ah. Then it isn't so much the transferrance of your soul as the events which led to it. Is both. If still had body, could try to rebuild life, make new one. In golem body... no can. ... oy. Listen to me. I sound like person on bad afternoon talk show. * Chelsea chuckles. "Sorry about the questions. It's just that I've begun thinking more about this sort of thing ever since my demonic apotheosis began." * Lazar blinks. "Apohuh?" Transformation. My apologies. Ah. Sorry. Japanese getting better, but no know all words. * Lazar eyes Chelsea. "Well, aside from big wings, you look like human. Is no so bad, is it?" * Chelsea nods. "" * Lazar shakes his head. "More speak Japanese, better I get. Since all people I know speak Japanese..." * Chelsea nods. "Very well. And yes, aside from the wings -- and the horns -- I haven't changed in physical appearance since my own stint in the Mystery Club. Furthermore, the wings and horns can be willed away, and I doubt you'll hear me complain about not aging." But, this is not what I spend my time thinking about. What is? The psychological effects of becoming a fiend. I sometimes wonder if I'm changing without knowing it, especially since the changes have tended to occur gradually. Wonder if being demon make you evil always, or if can be 'good demon'? (Rei thinks so.) If help, Hunters history tell of some no-evil demons. No many, but some. * Chelsea nods. "More or less. I don't know if I would even notice, since I am myself and not someone observing myself." * Chelsea nods. "That is somewhat comforting." She smirks. "I'd hate to think that becoming a Queen of Hell would change me." Well, would say 'If you try kill me, is sign you evil'... but seem like everyone who related to Rei try kill me. So no know if that be evil, or just genes. * Chelsea raises an eyebrow. "Have they, now?" * Lazar nods. "Reibrother got posessed by stupid cursed sword, tried kill. Rei father throw through wall for hurting posessed Reibrother, then get posessed himself, try kill." Shigeru was posessed by a cursed sword? Not his wife's, I hope. That would be... unpleasant. Stupid katana called Ambition. * Chelsea sighs. "That'd be the one. Frankly, I don't see how you can be blamed for defending yourself. Especially against such an obnoxious weapon." That what I say. But he father, so kind of understand. No like, but understand. ... plus, I think he one fang short of vampyre teeth, if know what mean. No, Shigeru's actually the sane one in that family. ... that scary. * Chelsea nods. "It is. Pray you never meet Mei-Yin." She insane Rei-mom, right? Probably no take son injury very well. She takes *nothing* well. ... ah. Yes. And if she decides to do something to you, you won't know until it has been done. * Lazar rubs his head. "If no for fact that little ones need big stone guy to use for cover, I think I would just find Kabbalist and try avenge people by self. All family stuff is too complicated." * Chelsea sighs and nods. ( That and you'd get creamed if you went alone :P ) Seems like everyone we meet related to someone on team. No know who evil, who no evil, who posessed, who safe to hit... much easier in Transylvania. If drool or try to eat you, you hit. Sadly, life tends to be like that. Or existence in general, if you prefer. ... so why you awake at ungodly hour of night? ( Answered your own question? :P ) ( In hell, every hour is an ungodly hour! ) * Chelsea yawns. "Because I can never seem to sleep in a strange bed. And for the record, this is Hell; nearly everything here is 'ungodly'." ( If it's not ungodly, it's discount. ) ... point. * Lazar rolls his shoulders. "Is odd how much I miss simple thing like sleeping." * Chelsea nods. "I'm certain I would, as well. It's also quite likely that I'll miss sleeping tomorrow morning." Is one advantage to being golem. No get tired, unless get beat up really badly. Come in handy when walked to Japan. * Chelsea nods while yawning again. "So, what do you do in the in-between hours? Ponder philosophy?" * Lazar shakes his head. "Never was much of thinker. Wander lots. Meditate to let magiks heal body when injured. When no injured... have lots of time to self. No much to do." * Chelsea nods. "Thinking wouldn't hurt, you know." What about? No want think about past, and no really have future. Then consider the present. Think about your current situation. [Current situation = In hell.] * Lazar chuckles. "We never have any clue what going on. All have to work from is bits, pieces, and clues from Kirby doll. Makes hard to ponder." * Chelsea smirks. "Ever try reading?" No can read Japanese. And no have access to texts in Hungarian or Hebrew. Well. We'll have to do something about that. * Lazar shrugs. "Learned lots about demon lore and various types of demons growing up... was required education for Hunters. Even knew who you brother was." * Chelsea smirks. And how much have you studied golems? Some. Know history, basics of how golem raised. Perhaps you should look further into the subject, then. * Lazar shrugs. "What use? I no is regular golem. And never been golem with human soul." * Chelsea sighs. "That's the thing, Lazar. You have no idea what will happen to you upon reaching completion, achieving your initial purpose, aging a certain amount of years, or being physically destroyed. Aren't you curious?" Of course. But if I first golem of kind, no sure where to look for information on what happen to me. ( He'll get kidnapped and carved into a stone colum :P ) * Chelsea shrugs. "Anywhere. Learn what you can about normal golems, and probably a bit about the human soul." She smirks. "Then comes the thinking, I'm afraid." Oy. * Chelsea raises an eyebrow. "Wouldn't you like to know what's likely to happen to you?" She frowns. "Are you not... worried?" * Lazar grins sadly. "Why worry? I dead already." But you still have your soul. Do you not wonder if you might lose that, as well? ( 'Cause you might, 'specially down here :P ) * Lazar stands slowly, and palms his pendant, revealing his golem form. "Does it matter?" I just tool for vengeance for my people. When all this over... maybe I get to see them again. * Lazar lumbers out of the room. * Chelsea shakes her head sadly. "You have just answered both our questions." [I think this is over, so.....] [It's over!]