[thread] The Police Girl.
Who: Seras, Alucard, open to any of Johan's menagerie (Genkaku, Johan, Nataku, Schrodinger, Nina)
Where: The Liebert Estate; Elysium
When: After Seras is mutilated by Belial and Alucard discovers he has a... 'daughter.'
Summary: Seras' un-life is in need of saving.
Rating: PG-13 for blood.
Other: Om nom nom.
It hadn't taken long for him to take her from the stinking depths of the Abyss to Elyisum, where the snow-coated city was glistening in all it's pristine glory. Such a stark contrast from the blood and gore rampant in NeoGenesis' underbelly.
Alucard had taken some degree of risk in bringing the Police Girl to the estate while in his male form; he didn't particularly seem to care, however, as he made his way to his chambers without pause, giving the household guards little more than a threatening glance when they started at his appearance. One unfortunate fool dared raise his weapon against the nosferatu and became little more than a mangled corpse littering the hallway floor.
Closing the door quietly behind him, candles silently flickered to life, painting soft light in the room as he rested Seras upon the bed, hapless the crimson fluid doubtless to stain the sheets. He gently opened the coat he'd wrapped around her to preserve her form throughout his travels; now, outside the unsanitary domain of the Circus, he could properly deal with her wounds.
He tapped her cheek to stir her awake from her pseudo slumber.
Where: The Liebert Estate; Elysium
When: After Seras is mutilated by Belial and Alucard discovers he has a... 'daughter.'
Summary: Seras' un-life is in need of saving.
Rating: PG-13 for blood.
Other: Om nom nom.
It hadn't taken long for him to take her from the stinking depths of the Abyss to Elyisum, where the snow-coated city was glistening in all it's pristine glory. Such a stark contrast from the blood and gore rampant in NeoGenesis' underbelly.
Alucard had taken some degree of risk in bringing the Police Girl to the estate while in his male form; he didn't particularly seem to care, however, as he made his way to his chambers without pause, giving the household guards little more than a threatening glance when they started at his appearance. One unfortunate fool dared raise his weapon against the nosferatu and became little more than a mangled corpse littering the hallway floor.
Closing the door quietly behind him, candles silently flickered to life, painting soft light in the room as he rested Seras upon the bed, hapless the crimson fluid doubtless to stain the sheets. He gently opened the coat he'd wrapped around her to preserve her form throughout his travels; now, outside the unsanitary domain of the Circus, he could properly deal with her wounds.
He tapped her cheek to stir her awake from her pseudo slumber.