As Matt laughed nervously at the imposing figure, "Well, the souls of the dead are much easier to do, since they aren't attached to other spirits. But, I have been training my talent for some time, so I have experience with the living. But, living beings take up much more energy to tame, unless they agree to my will. I can handle and channel one possessed person, but something like this house to purify? Not a chance. So, that's why I'm just collecting the local..."
He noticed the boy's eyes wandering.
"...Plants and animals for all my friends back in the Order to look at. Of course, I would've liked to understand the big man himself and how he can stand to hate so much, but... *sigh* ...I'm just not strong enough. Well, if there's one thing I know now, it's not that all of the creatures joined in to stir anarchy. I have my friend to thank, for not lobbing my head off for using his soul to get past the front gates, right?"
The steel knight nodded solemnly, analyzing Matt's intents through his words.
"So, in a few words, experience taught me to how to bring a few dead knights and some small animals with me...but putting you two into my gauntlets right now? Not even if I tried!" Matt said as he laughed to himself.
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Meanwhile, at the outer gates, the Penetrator has appeared to wear himself down. From this calm state, he has learned that he can control the pain, since he has no face...only a memory of where it used to be. He pulled the Axe out of his visor, and remembered what his opponent looked like. Then, he remembered from that moment, the opponent was heading towards the castle. Since his opponent didn't seem that wise in battle, he could have just ran down the path until he came across a dead end. Then, where the boy was hit him like a brick.
"Castle...Halls..." the Penetrator stated in a menacing tone, his voice echoing in the courtyard. He stared at his subordinates to signal to stay watch, but they were too awestruck and frightened by his presence to understand. Being amused from this, the knight had an extra step as he made his way into the castle.
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The Persephone greeting the man looked at the paperwork, scanning for forgery, but it seemed genuine. "But why would the master send out invitations?" the Persephone wondered.
Meanwhile, the well-dressed man made sure his makeup was there and reapplied it, to avoid arousing suspicion. He also made sure his contacts were in his eye sockets as well. For some reason, they kept up with the illusion of his surroundings his body made, and only the contacts fool the human senses to notice nothing ordinary was wrong.
The maid handed back the paper, still silent by his physical demeanor.
"Anyway, would you know where the scientific journals are kept? I'd like to look through them once my interview is over."
The maid gave him her own, hoping to get away from the man so she could finish her cleaning duties. The man stepped over to examine the castle's structure. There was a library and an alchemic lab. Of course, he probably wouldn't catch the more recent ones from the library...maybe he'll come after that, and before this castle is wrecked like usual. Sounded like a plan.
Suddenly, the door busted open with a thunderous snap. Then, the Penetrator strolled through the room, admiring the level of respect he had gotten since his acceptance into Dracula's Castle. As the Persephone watched, he remembered the strange man whom she met. He turned over into his direction, to only find him...gone. Only a white powder remained where his shadow was.