A. Aboard the Skywhale [The opportunity to travel was something Alucard was taught to never refuse. A mandate. Travel as men do. And now men flew on great airships, the journeys that took days upon days now cut down to a fraction of the time.
To stand on the deck of the Skywhale and look down is a novelty. There have been so many journeys in the past, and hell, Alucard can fly if he puts real effort into his feral magic, but there's a difference between seeing things from that angle versus this one. The ship towers over the land.
His coat has been put aside for the time being, the ridiculously sized wolf that follows him everywhere content to lay atop it so it does not fly away. Alucard has traveled lightly in the past with only one bag to his name, but now he doesn't even have that.
Somewhere in all of this, there's a soft sigh, both hands on the railing that runs along the side of the deck.]
And it only took a century to create this technology. Remarkable.
[He's still furious about many things. This is not one of them.]
B. Didymos Thalassa is not Thalassa anymore. The feeling of the city has changed, but of course it has. The streets aren't the same, hell, there are roads Alucard can recognize and they lead to dead ends now. Cities evolve. They must, they're living and breathing things. And there is no rush to return to the City of the Free Peoples. Not right now. There are other things to do.
i) The most important thing to do is determine how easy it is to return to Krimnos. That's done in the most straight forward way possible: hanging around the appropriate markets and listening to what is said by those in the know. Shop keepers, merchants, whoever is impacted by the airship not functioning.
The roads aren't an option. There's bandits. There's thieves. The river is starting to freeze, the wolf packs are hungry and a dozen other reasons besides. There's an aching familiarity to the problems, one Alucard wouldn't bat an eye at, but.
But if the ship is repaired first, is all the effort and potential risk truly worth it?
"Stunning how a storm brings the airships so low," he says to himself after overhearing a merchant's recounting of her attempt to brave the roads and all their threats.
ii) The struggles of the road do not discourage Alucard entirely from his total lack of patience in returning to Krimnos. He's spent the afternoon in quiet contemplation, having found a glassed in bar that overlooks the sea. His animas is curled up on his feet (said feet are so very asleep now), and there's a barely drunk glass of wine there.
There's seats on either side overlooking the water. Winter is strange on a shoreline. It's so stark, and the waves roar against the cold.
C. Warning
[Lupes
That's the only word Alucard thinks he can make out in that message. It's wolf related, and true enough, his animas is listening closely to this one. Alucard frowns at that and looks over his shoulder. Ellis is absolutely an asshole and rarely serious, so this demeanor is strange.]
Agreed. [The terrible thing stays in his hand, then shakes his head.] This thing contains nothing but ill will, I'm convinced.
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[The opportunity to travel was something Alucard was taught to never refuse. A mandate. Travel as men do. And now men flew on great airships, the journeys that took days upon days now cut down to a fraction of the time.
To stand on the deck of the Skywhale and look down is a novelty. There have been so many journeys in the past, and hell, Alucard can fly if he puts real effort into his feral magic, but there's a difference between seeing things from that angle versus this one. The ship towers over the land.
His coat has been put aside for the time being, the ridiculously sized wolf that follows him everywhere content to lay atop it so it does not fly away. Alucard has traveled lightly in the past with only one bag to his name, but now he doesn't even have that.
Somewhere in all of this, there's a soft sigh, both hands on the railing that runs along the side of the deck.]
And it only took a century to create this technology. Remarkable.
[He's still furious about many things. This is not one of them.]
B. Didymos
Thalassa is not Thalassa anymore. The feeling of the city has changed, but of course it has. The streets aren't the same, hell, there are roads Alucard can recognize and they lead to dead ends now. Cities evolve. They must, they're living and breathing things. And there is no rush to return to the City of the Free Peoples. Not right now. There are other things to do.
i) The most important thing to do is determine how easy it is to return to Krimnos. That's done in the most straight forward way possible: hanging around the appropriate markets and listening to what is said by those in the know. Shop keepers, merchants, whoever is impacted by the airship not functioning.
The roads aren't an option. There's bandits. There's thieves. The river is starting to freeze, the wolf packs are hungry and a dozen other reasons besides. There's an aching familiarity to the problems, one Alucard wouldn't bat an eye at, but.
But if the ship is repaired first, is all the effort and potential risk truly worth it?
"Stunning how a storm brings the airships so low," he says to himself after overhearing a merchant's recounting of her attempt to brave the roads and all their threats.
ii) The struggles of the road do not discourage Alucard entirely from his total lack of patience in returning to Krimnos. He's spent the afternoon in quiet contemplation, having found a glassed in bar that overlooks the sea. His animas is curled up on his feet (said feet are so very asleep now), and there's a barely drunk glass of wine there.
There's seats on either side overlooking the water. Winter is strange on a shoreline. It's so stark, and the waves roar against the cold.
C. Warning
[Lupes
That's the only word Alucard thinks he can make out in that message. It's wolf related, and true enough, his animas is listening closely to this one. Alucard frowns at that and looks over his shoulder. Ellis is absolutely an asshole and rarely serious, so this demeanor is strange.]
Agreed. [The terrible thing stays in his hand, then shakes his head.] This thing contains nothing but ill will, I'm convinced.
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