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WHO: Alucard, OPEN
WHERE: A dark place
WHEN: Tonight?
WARNINGS: I doubt this will get NC-17. Highly.
SUMMARY: Alucard is... wandering? brooding? Socializing? I dunno... depends where this goes?
FORMAT: Paraparaparagraph
Alucard was walking through a street as dark as streets got in the City. A packet of hospital blood was grasped in his hand, the top modified into something that gave the plastic bag a strange resemblance to a juice box of some sort, albeit with a blood type on it. It was the time of the night when he should be hunting vampires for his master. Except he wasn't. Integra was not in the City, neither were any important or dangerous vampires. A couple young Midians perhaps, but as long as they kept their heads down and didn't raise trouble, Alucard wasn't about to even bother confronting them.
He was a weapon without a purpose, a hunter without prey. Pathetic though it was, Alucard really supposed minding it... was unnecessary. The Major was warmongering, and Alucard was reduced to this, wandering the streets. Pathetic, but there was nothing else for him to do here. He'd put the opulence of being the No-Life King behind him, and now here he was. No drive, thinking far too much. Alucard needed to do something. His boredom was deeper than it had been in a long, long time. He looked about the dark street. Perhaps he would find a worthwhile conversation, at the very least.
WHERE: A dark place
WHEN: Tonight?
WARNINGS: I doubt this will get NC-17. Highly.
SUMMARY: Alucard is... wandering? brooding? Socializing? I dunno... depends where this goes?
FORMAT: Paraparaparagraph
Alucard was walking through a street as dark as streets got in the City. A packet of hospital blood was grasped in his hand, the top modified into something that gave the plastic bag a strange resemblance to a juice box of some sort, albeit with a blood type on it. It was the time of the night when he should be hunting vampires for his master. Except he wasn't. Integra was not in the City, neither were any important or dangerous vampires. A couple young Midians perhaps, but as long as they kept their heads down and didn't raise trouble, Alucard wasn't about to even bother confronting them.
He was a weapon without a purpose, a hunter without prey. Pathetic though it was, Alucard really supposed minding it... was unnecessary. The Major was warmongering, and Alucard was reduced to this, wandering the streets. Pathetic, but there was nothing else for him to do here. He'd put the opulence of being the No-Life King behind him, and now here he was. No drive, thinking far too much. Alucard needed to do something. His boredom was deeper than it had been in a long, long time. He looked about the dark street. Perhaps he would find a worthwhile conversation, at the very least.