{┼}Since the humans of his own world had lost what little of their minds they still had in the week prior, the not-so-sane-himself vampire took it upon himself to... deal with them. In a not so orthodox way--as noted by the sight of him in the video lens, seated at the base of a stairwell, where across from him was an iron door, bolted shut.
Knowing they were only mere humans, he did not allow them to starve in there, of course. Yet neither would he move to loosen their long shackles against the walls, that were just short enough that neither of them could touch eachother. Only his
hellsingpapa had some leniency, being bound to Alucard's luxuriant coffin in the center of the ruined basement.
There was a hallow knock upon the steely door, his robust voice creeping in, and his icy presence touching their minds.{┼}
If either of you prove within a shadow of compos mentis, I will release you.
((ooc: Baaw and of course I must head off to work again. I'll be back to tag tonight! <3 backdated to after the event, if it wasn't obvious. ))