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[excruciate]

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]

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.

[excruciate]

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?