Where's your Fealty lie? [Completed!]
Who: Alucard, Hol Horse
Where: Alley-way outside Anji Mito's flat
When: After this encounter
What: Alucard witnesses Hol manipulating the system and shows him judicial humility.
Warnings: NC-17 (Likely NSFW just in case)
The frigid night had been perfect to reap the spoils of spoiling the gluttonous entertainment of the city's young cockroaches. Yet it had been all to easy too have those insects scattering in all directions, only to be crushed under the heel of his boot, scraped up, and thrown in the dust-pan that was Clairbourn's precinct before they were sent off to "juvy". Unfortunately "easy" meant utter "boredom" for the Reaper of London, as he blew a heavy stream of his restlessness into the cold air, watching the puffs idly as it curled like smoke and dissipated into the night sky.
Yet fortunately for him, his real entertainment for the night was not too far off. He had watched an Officer on duty with scrutiny in his odd eyes, watched with fine tooth-combed meticulousness as the cowboy-totting man whisked three of the cockroaches that had escaped his boots to their place of residence, instead of the trashcan where they belonged.
Interesting, interesting.
He snickered as he watched the man saunter down the stairs from the flat, looking exhausted emotionally and physically. The burden of bending the system to one's own desires was heavy on this one, and he, as Justice's black Hellhound, would show him personally the consequences of such carelessness.
"So busy, this beautiful night, eh Mule?"
Came his deep shudder-inducing baritone from seemingly all sides of the security officer once he descended to the sidewalk. Like a otherworldly specter the darkness of the ally-way behind Hol Horse enveloped that monster who would show him humility in the face of corrupt justice.
Where: Alley-way outside Anji Mito's flat
When: After this encounter
What: Alucard witnesses Hol manipulating the system and shows him judicial humility.
Warnings: NC-17 (Likely NSFW just in case)
The frigid night had been perfect to reap the spoils of spoiling the gluttonous entertainment of the city's young cockroaches. Yet it had been all to easy too have those insects scattering in all directions, only to be crushed under the heel of his boot, scraped up, and thrown in the dust-pan that was Clairbourn's precinct before they were sent off to "juvy". Unfortunately "easy" meant utter "boredom" for the Reaper of London, as he blew a heavy stream of his restlessness into the cold air, watching the puffs idly as it curled like smoke and dissipated into the night sky.
Yet fortunately for him, his real entertainment for the night was not too far off. He had watched an Officer on duty with scrutiny in his odd eyes, watched with fine tooth-combed meticulousness as the cowboy-totting man whisked three of the cockroaches that had escaped his boots to their place of residence, instead of the trashcan where they belonged.
Interesting, interesting.
He snickered as he watched the man saunter down the stairs from the flat, looking exhausted emotionally and physically. The burden of bending the system to one's own desires was heavy on this one, and he, as Justice's black Hellhound, would show him personally the consequences of such carelessness.
"So busy, this beautiful night, eh Mule?"
Came his deep shudder-inducing baritone from seemingly all sides of the security officer once he descended to the sidewalk. Like a otherworldly specter the darkness of the ally-way behind Hol Horse enveloped that monster who would show him humility in the face of corrupt justice.