On Comings and Goings

[thenolifeking]

My Master is gone. My draculina is gone. In their stead comes that traitorous bastard. You know how this is all going to end, don't you?

[ He laughs long, and deep, and oddly pleased.

They can't, after all, contain him forever. ]

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[war_dog]

[The words seem to appear over the Captain's head.]

You seem mirthful, Crimson King.

[thenolifeking]

It's always amusing when humans try to play god.

[ And with microchips no less. It's almost like history repeating itself. ]

[moondragon]

*She just... tilts her head slightly, then adjusts her glasses.*

Your laugh is remarkable. *Nope, not sarcasm. Awe. And she's not frightened in the least.*

[thenolifeking]

[ Her comment strikes him as odd as her utter lack of fear. Highly unusual. Alucard arches one brow, canting his head to the side. ]

I've never been told that before.

[moondragon]

That's a shame.

*She seems genuinely disappointed to hear that.*

None of my allies could even dream of replicating such a sound without sounding like, well, utter morons. I'm jealous.

...My name is Cain, by the way. *But no matter what name she goes by, or how she looks or sounds (even now,) she's still a woman under there.*

[angel_of_death]

--How it should have ended months ago?

He's in a bit of a mood! lol

[thenolifeking]

[ You'll have to excuse him Walter for the quick, sharp look. After his Master and Draculina vanishing along to find a much older you under the thrall of Millennium, he's a bit - testy.

But the look tells him enough; that this is Walter before all of that.

Alucard's eyes close and that smile returns. ]

Exactly.

[ And he is looking forward to it, the systemic destruction of this city and all those who think they can control him as if any of them could possibly earn that right, distinction. ]

He's allowed to be. That situation would be hard for anyone to swallow.

[angel_of_death]

[It's an unusual demeanour the vampire's got, and though Walter doesn't press after the cause of such a pointed look, he does take notice. Thankfully, it is enough for him that his partner's irritation seems to pass quickly. He hasn't indulged in Alucard's company for a while and for the moment, he is much more inclined to spend it amiably.

His smile is a little softer than the usual, the more humane qualities of his nature rising a little closer to the surface in subconscious response to his partner's shifting moods.]

And how is it that you intend to go about it?

Especially with arrogance that knows no bounds.

[thenolifeking]

[ He'll skip the part he's sure Walter doesn't want to hear about it - the part that details how he'll get his power back - at least for now. His smile though isn't at all soft, perhaps it couldn't ever be outside of rare moments when he isn't debating the most enjoyable way to take things apart. ]

There are those working on these chips, and I will find one who can remove mine.

[ And then - well it will probably make Poland look tame in comparison. ]

Yes indeed. But will you actually have him get even?

[angel_of_death]

[Given that Warsaw was essentially decimated, that would both be hard to match and worth the watch.]

Hopefully they don't chicken out when they find out about your plan. Not every bloke or bird has the stomach for violence and carnage that we do.

If I can get him in the right position, definitely.

[thenolifeking]

If they do, then they can die with the rest of the scum littering this place.

[ It's always that simple with him. Of course he's already put one on a pike and taken the eye of another, but really that's just the beginning. ]

I guess it depends on whether or not they'd rather continue being used like toys in the hands of petulant children.

I would like tickets to this show please. I will bring the popcorn.

[angel_of_death]

So it really just boils down to partisans, conscies, and quislings.

[Lo and behold, there's a growing sharpness to his smile. He can't wait to see what his partner has in store for that wretched abomination of a city.]

And a conscie might as well be a quisling in this case, for all the help they would be. Isn't that right?


[[OOC note here to explain the slang: I've heard "conscie" as a short way of saying "conscientious objector".]]

haha he's gotten to have a bit of fun at least

[thenolifeking]

You'd be correct on all counts.

[ Fight, die, or get the hell out of the way. ]

What they choose to be matters little in the end, but none of it will be quick.

[ Not him getting to the destruction, nor the destruction itself. And really the longer they make him wait, the longer he'll make the end last. ]

[angel_of_death]

Does that mean you'll be making a display in addition to your usual maim-and-kill tactics?

[The airy tone of amusement which he uses in reference to his partner's peculiar taste of torture would be enough to make any normal man's blood run cold, but if Walter realizes it he pays no mind. There's no need to keep his bloodlust in check around the vampire when they're alone-- and presently, they are quite alone.]

[thenolifeking]

I already did. [ Ah he does think Walter will enjoy this bit of perversity. ] That city devised a means to allow people to get themselves killed - for fun - and live.

[ There's a curl of his lips, a lingering of deeply held disgust for something he considers even more anathema than suicide. Willing getting oneself killed for hell of it? No he doesn't like it at all. Even more so because -

- ah, but no, he won't go into that either. ]

Needless to say most of those who ran across it were not impressed.

[angel_of_death]

I can't imagine such pathetic self-injurers would put up enough of a struggle to satisfy you.

[Nor does he imagine that such an individual would have anything meaningful to contribute to society or civilization. But then again, that seems to be what that washout of a city is all about; meaningless distractions for meaningless herds of human sheep. In that context, it isn't at all surprising that someone would try to cheapen death.]

It seems almost pointless.

[thenolifeking]

It does, but nothing is ever pointless, is it, Angel?

[ There's always a method to the madness. He doesn't care ultimately; the result will be the same, but he's mildly curious. ]

Satisfy me. That never happens.

[ There's always another battle to fight. ]

And a good morning to you!

[angel_of_death]

Suddenly I'm reminded of that lovely bit of verse painted across your coffin.

[He extracts a cigarette from his pocket, playing with it between his fingers.]

How are you sleeping, by the way? Without that coffin of yours.

[Not that he's overly concerned with Alucard's sleeping to begin with. It was but the idle curiosity of a wandering mind that led him to express such interests. They had already discussed a number of the decidedly unappealing traits of the city in which the vampire was currently confined to.]

and to you! (if it is morning for you!)

[thenolifeking]

[ The Bird of Hermes is my name, eating my wings to make me tame. Which is deliciously no longer apt in this place. No reason to contain himself. ]

I would rather have my coffin. A shame they didn’t see fit to bring it with me. Of course that would have ended the game rather quickly.

[ But enough about that city and it’s quirks. ]

And how do you fare, Angel?

It is, and thank you!

[angel_of_death]

Bored out of my bleeding mind, unfortunately. I've been gathering dust on the proverbial shelf for the better part of a few months.

[What he wouldn't give for something to do at this point. Even cleaning up after Arthur isn't as bad as the perpetual limbo he's been forced to endure over the last handful of weeks.]

[thenolifeking]

That sounds very dull indeed.

[ There's only so much enforced inaction he can take as well. ]

I'm sure something will catch your mun's attention.

[angel_of_death]

In time. The more difficult matter is getting someone to go along with me, lest I end up being on my tod. I've come to realize my personality is something of an acquired taste for a lot of people.

[Or, more bluntly, he has a terrible time making friends. He's far better at getting others' backs up and making enemies than he is at attracting any attention of an amiable sort.]

[thenolifeking]

Most aren't use to easily irritated teenagers who would rather be out killing vampires than anything else.

[ Or crafting guns for their vampiric partner.

Of course this is coming from the vampire who speaks regularly to about two people; 'regularly' being maybe once a week. ]

[angel_of_death]

Well, too bloody bad for them. I'm not about to go chasing after tarts and pretty girls with painted lips just because it's what people expect of blokes my age.

[That's more like Arthur's fare.]

[thenolifeking]

Then you're prefer to chase the other 'blokes' instead?

[ It's an easy opening, and with his good humor mostly restored, Alucard takes it. Of course there are times he wonders if Walter's aversion isn't based quite a bit in Arthur's chosen diversions and that Walter usually has to clean up after him. ]