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[genkishi]

WHO: Genkishi (genkishi), Alucard (toothsomehound)
WHAT: Feeding the beast
WHERE: Alucard's house
WHEN: Evening, Day 149

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[toothsomehound]

He heard it: the moment somebody stepped into his home. Upstairs, asleep, quiet and still as death, he heard it and awoke. Tired as he was (sitting up and opening the lid of his coffin was work enough, making his heart flutter weakly behind his ribs like a bird about to be killed), he couldn't let this slide by him. Alucard had been sleeping mostly, now, but he had taken out the stairs earlier so he wouldn't be tempted to go out and cause any damage. The violent tendencies of his 'illness' rose up suddenly as whoever it was started to get closer (he could hear it, brazen steps and a brisk walk). Bold, he mused, taking his guns from the coffin with him as he staggered out

[genkishi]

Genkishi was hardly ever caught off guard by someone's appearance, yet Alucard had almost managed to startle him. Almost. But there was no mistaking that air of bloodlust- it was unforgettable. Almost instantly he had reacted to it, casting the illusion of a copy of himself remaining in the space he had been before as he retreated to the shadows, watching Alucard's reaction with calm interest.

Alucard looked terrible. Or perhaps that wasn't the right word- he looked...wild. Out of control. Certainly his sense were not up to their usual standards, or he would have realized that the Genkishi he was pointing his guns at was not the real Genkishi at all. Putting one hand on a sword, ready to draw if it was necessary, he spoke up from the shadows.

"You needed blood," he reminded Alucard, keeping his voice carefully neutral and unthreatening as he dispelled the illusion. "I have brought you some."

[toothsomehound]

At the sound of Genkishi's voice coming from another direction entirely, Alucard swung around to press his back to the wall. He brought his guns straight up again, senses swimming as he struggled to reconcile what his eyes saw and what his ears picked up. Finally settling on pointing one gun at each idea of Genkishi, he blinked blearily (it was still light out, and the sun was brightAt the mention of blood, Alucard's head snapped up. Genkishi resolved into one, as well, and that certainly helped him in terms of picking out a target. The voice of the other man, so much more tightly neutral than was already normal, made him prick up his ears, albeit in a metaphorical fashion. After a brief internal struggle, Alucard eased his guns down and inclined his head to Genkishi, placing a hand to his temple. His voice, already fairly deep, was gravelly with misuse

[genkishi]

Genkishi watched as one of the guns was leveled at him, at Alucard's indecision. He was so clearly ill that Genkishi was faintly amazed he had even managed to make the effort to stand there, let alone hold a pair of guns and aim them accurately. But it seemed that he had made it through to the still-rational portion of Alucard's mind, and that put him in a slightly-less-wary mood. Though his hand never left the sword.

"That is why I have come," he said, his voice still neutral. Carefully, he stepped forward and held up the bottle for Alucard to clearly see. It was an old wine bottle of dark green glass, half-full with a thick, dark, viscuous liquid that was clearly not wine at all. He set it down carefully on the floor between them before stepping back once more to lean against the wall, watching Alucard with caution and suspicion. "I have fulfilled your request, so you will stop being such an invalid."

He eyed the dog thoughtfully. "Truthfully, I do not see how you can draw such a conclusion. I simply made no threatening behaviour