"Slow down there big boy, everyone knows that this is a matter of time, not of effort, why don't we speak of my drugs, or perhaps of what is under that mask of yours?" she ignored the question, saying the same thing Irmandos had.
She put one of her elbows on the table, leaning forward, flashing her fangs at him, the furniture shaking abruptly when Armond hit his head trying to get up, weakly hoisting himself up for his head to peek up.
"Miss One… There is no need to worry about the trade in the city, I'll keep doing my job!" at first, he had been wanting to say something about the fact that Loimos was probably not affiliated to Alizé, but the two had clearly been hitting it off from the get go.
He didn't even question the bit about undead of the dead or whatever it was that he had heard, he also did his best to ignore the fact that in that instant, his stalker's voice had been completely different, coming from him but also not, instilling a deep sense of unease in him, like he didn't belong.
"It pleases me greatly to hear this, it really does, hum, Arnold? Whatever your name was, I'll give you a promotion" the vampire turned to him, sounding just as casual but overall less friendly, Armond didn't notice the subtlety in her tone or pale face.
"You have my gratitude! What is it that I should do?" joining both hands together like in a prayer, One didn't like that gesture one bit, her face immediately darkening in abhorrent disgust, bringing on hand in front of her face to shield her eyes from such decadence.
"They'll show you the ropes" with a snap of her fingers, figures garbed in white tainted by blood emerged from behind the trees, they were most likely the ones who had left traces of their passage and residuals of life around.
Moving around with odd pauses and sudden impulsions of speed, they appeared like horrific puppets controlled by unsteady stings and twitching hands.
Without waiting for much longer, they grabbed Armond, just as he realised what this all meant, despite all his years as a guard and living through his own handful of difficult situations, he didn't possess the strength to break free from the hold of the thralls of Alizé, they grabbed his four limbs and carried him off into the woods as he screamed for help, screamed which fell on deaf ears.
Like a damned insect, the vampire quickly scuttered up next to Loimos, she was relatively tall all things considered, Loimos had actually grown a bit since his beginnings, but he was just a head above her.
"Hey, what is your name and why do you have no smell of your own" it was a good thing that Loimos bor little expectations of things and no reactions, because no one could have expected a vampire smoothly making her way across and shoving her face on your shoulder to take a whiff.
"Loimos, Suppressing it, what is your name?" it seemed like she was quite the chatterbox, he would have to do his best and hold a conversation to hope to get somewhere.
"I don't have a name of my own, it's just One, did you see those guys?
They used to be random bumpkins wasting away on the streets, now, they are serviceable pawns that can be ordered to do anything, if I order them to fly, they'll actually try until they die of high exertion" she rapidly transitioned, putting a hand on the undead's shoulder and pointing in the general direction they had gone with the Armond, who had grown silent after merely a few seconds of disappearing from sight.
Loimos could still sense his life force off into the distance, waving chaotically and decreasing every instant.
"Using their bodies to create undeads would be more efficient and yield greater results, but mere strength of body is not what you are looking for-"
"Yes! Oh, you really get me Loimos, the point of my little experiments is to be able to create pawns that would still be able to operate like normal on the surface, and, you know, use it on higher figures of nations, really mess everything up" she cut him off, seemingly very excited, it looked as if she was going to bust out some dance moves any moment from now.
"But it is still far from such a result, yes?" he had been speaking with the pale tongue at the start but switched over to the dead tongue, Faraday had mentioned how those that lived in death struggled to acquire its usage.
"Oh Loimos, your empty tone really strikes hard, if my heart was still beating, I might have skipped a few pulses…" but One proved that despite the very lively movements and tone, she was an undead who left life behind, the possibility wasn't completely dispersed.
"You are right though, I am not a great alchemist and the ones that I painstakingly brainwashed with my meagre vampiric charms aren't much better, the only advantage is that I can truly work them to the bone" her armour clinked and clanked as she made wide movements with her arms.
She turned to the skeleton, crossing her arms.
"Enough about me however, why don't you get more comfortable and take that mask off? And maybe that I should relinquish the weight of my Armour as well?" she winked at the unfeeling corpse.
"Even if the return of our ruler is decided by the passing of time, we should not remain idle, do you know where the royal crypt is?" wholly ignoring the previous statement, he asked his own question.
"I have no idea, many places are said to have crypts, but whether or not they belong to the king is hard to tell, I myself, am not proficient enough at sensing death force to know the difference between undeads stronger than myself, what about the one here, in Findpasser?" she answered seriously, still moving back towards him, clearly she wasn't aware of what personal space was about, thankfully for her, Loimos didn't know this concept either.
Loimos explained that it was where Irmandos had been left trapped and that he had been destroyed, One didn't know much at all about the days of the war, she had only been a vampire for a few years.
She had not a single clue who Irmandos was, in fact, she only knew the founder of the sun-walking vampires by name.