Alucard \\ Adrian F. Ţepeş (
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[open] But I know I'll land here again
Character(s): Alucard + Open
Status: Open
Location(s): Krimnos -> Home in the mountains
Date(s) Start of April -> Einjar Expedition II, Electric Boogaloo
About: General catch all log
Warnings: To be added

Note: Castle is not representative of Usir canon castle, just roll with me on this
[Krimnos is mostly for picking up supplies these days, then departing for home. Alucard's affection for the city has grown slightly, such as it is. Any place that encourages such dedication to technological development has earned that much, just as it has focused it's efforts on exploration and understanding. Einjar was proof of that. But he doesn't linger in the city, not when home is two days away.
Those looking for him there are most likely to find him in market spaces, or else in the part of the city dedicated to invention. He does little but observe in the latter space.
On the road between home and Krimnos, Alucard is all too keenly aware of the world around him. There is, of course, the little hamlet that marks the half-way point between home and the city, and he rests there between his trips. With warmer evenings out, he takes advantage of the one inn that boasts of a patio for evening meals, and can be found there with food remaining on his plate and a glass of probably too-dark wine in hand, barely drunk. For all the world, they look closer to props that let him settle in for a time, taking in the world around him.
Home is still a crumbling castle, whose remaining spire still reaches up towards the heavens. It is aged, save for the new lock on the door that makes it clear that this long thought cursed relic is inhabited by the living.]
Status: Open
Location(s): Krimnos -> Home in the mountains
Date(s) Start of April -> Einjar Expedition II, Electric Boogaloo
About: General catch all log
Warnings: To be added

Note: Castle is not representative of Usir canon castle, just roll with me on this
[Krimnos is mostly for picking up supplies these days, then departing for home. Alucard's affection for the city has grown slightly, such as it is. Any place that encourages such dedication to technological development has earned that much, just as it has focused it's efforts on exploration and understanding. Einjar was proof of that. But he doesn't linger in the city, not when home is two days away.
Those looking for him there are most likely to find him in market spaces, or else in the part of the city dedicated to invention. He does little but observe in the latter space.
On the road between home and Krimnos, Alucard is all too keenly aware of the world around him. There is, of course, the little hamlet that marks the half-way point between home and the city, and he rests there between his trips. With warmer evenings out, he takes advantage of the one inn that boasts of a patio for evening meals, and can be found there with food remaining on his plate and a glass of probably too-dark wine in hand, barely drunk. For all the world, they look closer to props that let him settle in for a time, taking in the world around him.
Home is still a crumbling castle, whose remaining spire still reaches up towards the heavens. It is aged, save for the new lock on the door that makes it clear that this long thought cursed relic is inhabited by the living.]
Closed
Here, now, it is just before dusk. This month means that the sun stays overhead for longer, and that it is possible to walk later at night. Staying in the same stop over village as he and Trevor have become accustomed to for the trip, Alucard walks the streets quietly, then out along the road to examine the path that they will be taking come morning. It is a fair thing to scout ahead, what with the more dangerous flowers of the Bloom a potential trip hazard.
Ellis is with him, as she always is, bounding ahead just a little. Her nose is far more reliable for picking out concerning scents, but it is the way her whole body perks suddenly that gives Alucard pause.]
Someone you recognize?
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I APOLOGIZE FOR THE WOLF OH MY GOD
LAURALAE MADE HER CHOICE
I STILL HAVE REGRETS
MY HEART HURTS
we fucked up
we fucked up so bad
how did we get here
it's all the dragons fault
Correct.
you're not my real dad alucard
he's so glad he isn't raising a dragon baby now he's ill suited
she just wants to be loved!!!
well maybe if she wasn't mom to one of the things that's a super sore spot....
her dragon loves her thanks
TRIES...TO FIX THIS....
i'll cry she'll cry it's perfect
this goblin i can't believe i have to type these words in character
how DARE you challenge her gremlin aesthetic
GOD JUST LIVE IN A CAVE THAT'S A STEP UP!
LET HER BE A FOREST GOBLIN IN PEACE
no she's a parent now she can't just be a goblin there's Responsibility
goblins can be parents!!!!
LOOK IT'LL BE BETTER FOR THE TINY TERROT IN THE LONG RUN
don’t bring sense into this!!!!
too late
growls a lot
Okay I think that's a wrap!
For Trevor
So he ordered a rug. One big enough for Trevor to sleep on and then some, because a bed would never be used. And he's made Trevor help carry it back all the way from Krimnos, but he's hardly said a word about what it is or where it is to go. There have been other things to discuss (some happy things, like the fact someone has begun to put a great number of books into a portable library).
Now is the awkward part. They're walking through the castle corridors with the giant rolled up rug, and Alucard's turned into the room that has become theirs.]
If you could unroll it by the fireplace, please?
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krimnos
But more importantly, she's also tracking down knights of Krimnos to harass, which inevitably brings her to Tinkertown, familiar red coat — if cleaner from what it was in the pit — and all. More than a few of the knights are also inventors in their own right, considering the city's own interests. It'll just be by luck alone that she tracks down a pair of them lingering near where Alucard is observing from.
Overall, the conversation isn't going too well. The knights seem somewhat offended that they're being bothered at all. ]
Come on, I just need you to think back a few years. [ She still tries. ] They ditched Krimnos, anyway, so what would you be protecting?
Re: krimnos
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Closed
The first? Nothing was happening to Sypha if the other two could help it. That meant if they weren't in the room with her, an animus likely was. The second was that their room was her room too for as long as she wanted it that way.
But joy of reunions wear out, eventually. There are parts of reawakening that need far more adjusting to, and for that there is no quick and easy fix, no words to be vowed to make the problem go away. There is only space, and there is only time.
Alucard's outside at the moment, clearing overgrowth from the path that leads up to the castle itself. With the spring comes all the pesky plants and vines, and he'll not have any of the three of them get injured simply walking up to the house.]
Re: Closed
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