Intro

[bleh_heh_heh_bleck]

Characters: Count Bleck (bleh_heh_heh_bleck), OPEN
Setting: Room 4-16,
Format: Brackets (It's just easier to play Bleck with brackets) but you can use any format your heart desires
Summary: Count Bleck, last of the Tribe of Darkness, wakes up in the tower and assumes that the Void engulfed all the dimensions. He is pleased.
Warnings: None yet but that might change



Room 4-16

[When Bleck awoke, it was full of nothing short of confusion. He didn't recall falling asleep, since he never slept at all, a trait of the Tribe of Darkness. He was entirely calm throughout his paralysis on the outside though the inside was different. It wasn't panic, not at all, but curiosity. Where was he? How did he get here? And when he was able to move, the count floated over to read the note.

And then he laughed.]

Bleh heh heh heh heh! Bleck! The Void consumed it all!

[To his trunk he floated, disposing of the uncomfortable suit he's woken up in and changing into his clothes, taking his scepter in hand and slipping on his hat and a monocle. A moment later, the Dark Prognosticus floated up beside him and he took out the Chaos Heart, the gray object disappearing from sight after a moment.]

Count Bleck is pleased with this result.

[He was wondering why he was still alive though. Time enough for that later, however.]

Floor 18

[Bleck can be found here, studying the Dark Prognosticus.]

This place was not mentioned in the Dark Prognosticus, mused Count Bleck. No matter, for soon it shall be mine. Bleh heh heh heh heh! Bleck!

Floor 12

[He liked this floor. He liked this floor a lot and he spent the most time possible here just watching as worlds were destroyed. Life being swallowed up bit by bit. And he liked thinking that he was the one responsible for it, thanks to the Dark Prognosticus and the Chaos Heart.

Ah! Life was good.]

Cafeteria

[Very simple, he collected a bowl of oatmeal and went about eating it... It was terrible, yes, but not as terrible as him!]

Comments

Floor 18

[great_king_of_evil]

A presumptuous claim.

[ That voice was that of the Great Demon King who had just entered this floor, always at the research of more gullible people to convince that he was in fact a very benevolent man in those dark times.

This... Person has a strange speech pattern. Ganondorf approaches him though, out of curiosity.

A smiles. ]

Many have announced this place would become theirs and yet none succeeded.

[bleh_heh_heh_bleck]

Bleh heh heh heh heh! Bleck!

[Ganon doesn't fool him. Count Bleck is from the Tribe of Darkness, he knows.]

They did not have the Dark Pragonosticus! They were not responsible for the destruction of the dimensions! Like Count Bleck!

[great_king_of_evil]

Responsible of the destruction of the dimensions? So you pretend to be the source of what destroyed your universe?

[ ... If that was true he better becomes friend with this man. ]

Can you back your claim? And may I ask what this Dark Pragonosticus is?

[bleh_heh_heh_bleck]

Count Bleck pretends nothing! He was the one who created the Chaos Heart and summoned the Void to devour all dimensions!

[The book the Count was studying closes and floats close to Bleck.]

It is simple: The dimensions are gone. Bleh heh heh heh! Bleck! The Void consumed all!

[He looks thoughtful for a moment before tapping his scepter against the book.]

This is the Dark Prognosticus.

[great_king_of_evil]

Really...? But how did you do that? Create this Chaos Heart?

[ Dear Count, you are a very interesting person. Ganondorf is interested. Not in destruction, but harnessing this power... ]

And what does this book does?

[ Yes please keep answering answers. Ganondorf is a very nice man who won't do bad stuff with those information, nope. ]

[bleh_heh_heh_bleck]

Count Bleck will not divulge the secrets of the Dark Prognosticus and the Chaos Heart so easily.

[He didn't kill his entire Tribe and plan the destruction of all dimensions just to give away his secrets to someone he's only just met. Even his henchman didn't know everything and he trusted them like family.]

[great_king_of_evil]

You have spoken a lot already.

[ He smiles to the count after that and doesn't try to ask him more. Switching to best friend and good advises mode. ]

I should advise you to avoid mentioning your book and your past deeds so openly, dear Count. Some people with bad intentions in this tower could try and force those information out of you once mentioned.

[Floor 12] was thinking of tagging Bleck with Nastasia on d_m but I haven't played her in years orz

[kungfubomber]

[When Bomberman walks into this room for the first time, he's suddenly struck with a sense of deja vu -- it reminds him, uncomfortably, of when he fought the Angel on the Aethyric Citadel. Except this is worse because of seeing the terrible, heartless, inexplicable destruction being displayed before him. Still, he stays a bit, in the hopes that there might be something worthwhile. He didn't recognize any of the world/universes being destroyed, and he's honestly scared that he'll see something he knows, but...he has to know.]

Nastasia!! <3333 /grabby hands

[bleh_heh_heh_bleck]

[The Count doesn't recognize any of them either, watching with fascination. He doesn't show his glee but he was still pleased. And when he turned to leave, he watched Bomberman silently and continued to float where he was with the Dark Prognosticus floating beside him.]

IF YOU GET A NASTASIA TAG LIKE A MONTH LATE YOU'LL KNOW WHY, LMAO

[kungfubomber]

[It takes a few moments before Bomberman really notices the other occupant of the floor. When he does, he gives a resigned shrug and a "what-can-ya-do" smile.]

Pretty cheerful place, isn't it? [He means it as sarcasm, but Bleck's likely not to take it that way.]

LOL, YESS <333 YOU SHOULD BRING HER HERE

[bleh_heh_heh_bleck]

[Definitely not taking the sarcasm into account.]

Count Bleck is quite interested in this place. Watching the dimensions blink out of existence.

I WISH I HAD THE ENERGY TO, SOB

[kungfubomber]

You...like this?

[wat]

[bleh_heh_heh_bleck]

I do, confirmed Count Bleck.

[He's such a twisted "man" now.]

Floor 18

[swordofzero]

That may be more difficult than you imagine. [Suzaku was just passing through when he heard the creature speak.]

[bleh_heh_heh_bleck]

Count Bleck is not without resources to do so.

[swordofzero]

[Suzaku blinked] What kind of resources? [He didn't let himself believe him, because no one had power here except for their captors.]

[bleh_heh_heh_bleck]

[Just tapping his pimp cane scepter against the cover of the Dark Prognosticus.]

The last remaining piece of the Tribe of Darkness, besides Count Bleck himself. Bleh heh heh heh! Bleck!

[swordofzero]

[Looking at the cover] A book?

[The speech pattern was weird, but not as strange as the way he looked. But Suzaku had seen many people and creatures in the tower.]

[bleh_heh_heh_bleck]

The Dark Prognosticus.

[He looks normal enough, to himself.]

Floor 12

[doc_brown]

[ Doc passed by this floor to see whether or not the world's destruction was still displaying in spite of the power cut, and much to his sadness it did. A depressing sight, truly.

That's when he spotted Count Bleck. ]

Great Scott...!

[ What a strange manner of being. ]

[bleh_heh_heh_bleck]

[Count Bleck barely glanced at the other man.]

Great, Count Bleck may be but he is not "Scott". He is Count Bleck!

[doc_brown]

Count Bleck?

[ Alright, he looks weird but... ]

What manner of being are you?

[bleh_heh_heh_bleck]

Count Bleck is me and I am the last member of the Tribe of Darkness.

[doc_brown]

Tribe of Darkness...? Amazing.

[ He approaches and looks at him closely. ]

Unlike anyone I've met... Even stranger than Fi...

[bleh_heh_heh_bleck]

[Count Bleck immediately places his scepter between himself and Doc when he gets too close.]

Count Bleck prefers others don't get too close.