[thread] master of monster
Who: Alucard and Johan
Where: The Liebert estate.
When: Evening.
Summary: A day in the life of a boy and his dog. (...)
Rating: Probably PG-13 for innuendo and blood.
Other: Johancula. Johancard? Aluhan?
Alucard had risen from her coffin in the usual leisurely fashion, lazily surveying the darkened interior of the room before her hunger stirred her into action. She could sense Johan within the vicinity; late-night paperwork, perhaps? He seemed to be occupying his office. How very dull. She crawled over the side of the coffin, stretching her arms languidly and collecting her form, dispersing the shadowy array she had become in slumber in favor of a more... whole visage.
It was time to pay Master a visit.
The deceptively small, feminine form slipped through the wall as if she did not belong to the corporeal plane of being at all; seconds later in an almost comical fashion - or so it would seem to Alucard - a head appeared from the wall beside Johan's desk, followed by the upper torso it belonged to. Tilting her head, long dark hair spilled over one shoulder, falling forward to lightly rustle some of the paperwork littering the rich maple furniture. Having made her entrance, Alucard seemed contented to observe him in what would, assuredly, be only temporary silence.
Where: The Liebert estate.
When: Evening.
Summary: A day in the life of a boy and his dog. (...)
Rating: Probably PG-13 for innuendo and blood.
Other: Johancula. Johancard? Aluhan?
Alucard had risen from her coffin in the usual leisurely fashion, lazily surveying the darkened interior of the room before her hunger stirred her into action. She could sense Johan within the vicinity; late-night paperwork, perhaps? He seemed to be occupying his office. How very dull. She crawled over the side of the coffin, stretching her arms languidly and collecting her form, dispersing the shadowy array she had become in slumber in favor of a more... whole visage.
It was time to pay Master a visit.
The deceptively small, feminine form slipped through the wall as if she did not belong to the corporeal plane of being at all; seconds later in an almost comical fashion - or so it would seem to Alucard - a head appeared from the wall beside Johan's desk, followed by the upper torso it belonged to. Tilting her head, long dark hair spilled over one shoulder, falling forward to lightly rustle some of the paperwork littering the rich maple furniture. Having made her entrance, Alucard seemed contented to observe him in what would, assuredly, be only temporary silence.