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WHO: Alucard and OPEN
WHERE: Anywhere in the City. You set the scene!
WHEN: 29 May, dusk/evening.
WARNINGS: Alucard.
SUMMARY: The Nosferatu goes out on a hunt.
FORMAT: Para to start, then whatever.

The Nosferatu is hunting. He takes to the streets; to the air; to brightly-lit boulevards; to shadowed alleyways and dank sewers. The City is a maze, and he its Minotaur. Its mongrel tide of darkness. At times, he pauses briefly. Sniffs at the air. The citizens of the maze are a variegated bunch -- there is a division, certainly, between the empowered and those native to this world, and Alucard can all but feel the aftermath of this afternoon's riot still threading on the breeze.

The city is a maze. He haunts its corridors; its meandering streets; its high-rises and motley shanty towns like a ghost, always searching. Always moving. Always hunting.

Perhaps you've crossed his path.

Comments

[heavyhanded]

[ Jaime doesn't jump, at least he has that going for him. Although as he turns to face Alucard, his prosthetic right hand falls to his belt, opposite of where his sword hilt actually is, before he corrects himself.

...Huh. He doesn't meet all that many men taller than he is, and none of them with such command of presence. He eyes Alucard, looking wryly amused more than anything. ]

There's a neat trick. You must be rich in pockets picked, ser.

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And be made all the poorer for it, ser. [ He chuckles, briefly, at his own joke. ] I've no need to debase myself.

[ Pausing, Alucard gives the briefest of smiles. ]

Yourself?

[heavyhanded]

I've always found that a little debasement is precisely what a life needs to be interesting. [ But there's something familiar here. It takes him a second, but then he has it. ] You spoke to me through the communicator.

[ he'd know a voice like that anywhere, man. ]

[excruciate]

Ja, it was I. [ The Nosferatu nods. ] Though I do remember our conversation being cut somewhat...short.

[heavyhanded]

Well, it seems we have the good luck to make up for lost words now. [ This would be a pleasant smile, if it weren't so wry. ] Maybe you can start by telling me where in the seven hells I am.

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In regards to this prison of a City, or would you prefer something more...metaphysical?

[ He matches the smile. ]

[heavyhanded]

[ look at him have no idea what that word means!! but he's getting used to that, so he ignores it smoothly. ]

I'll take the former, and with kind thanks. I haven't known where I was since I broke my fast this morning.

[excruciate]

[ He gives directions to the MAC, brief but succinct. ]

Have you yet to be made acquainted with the, ah...Mhmhm. Intricacies of our imprisonment?

[heavyhanded]

[ God, he hopes he isn't going to forget those in five minutes. Maybe he should write them down? No, that would take too long. And it would be a little embarrassing, mid-conversation. ]

It seems you can't move five steps without tripping over an intricacy of our imprisonment. Which ones is it you're talking about?