Alucard (Adrian F. Tepes) (
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Day 199 - Exposition and Rockbell
Who: Alucard or Ghaleon, and anybody
Open: Open!
When: Day 199, mid-morning for one, noonish for the other.
Where: Near the kitchens, or around the Bastion
What: Alucard's awake and hungry, and Ghaleon doesn't feel like being in the hospital anymore.
Format: Preferably action.
Warnings: probably none for Alucard; sass, and mentions of death from Ghaleon
[Alucard is a man who likes to sleep. He actually likes to sleep even more than he likes to eat.
Just as he likes to sleep, Alucard is also one who can sleep heavily enough that he appears dead, and for long periods. As such, he sometimes finds himself in that predicament that some people experience where they wake up and are unsure of what day it is. In his case though, the problem is... a tad more extreme.
Hence the somewhat odd question he asks of whomever he encounters near the kitchens (What? He's hungry):]
What is the current year?
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[A full day confined to a bed, and Ghaleon finds he's had enough of sitting still. Between the work the boy doctor had done and his own spells, surely the damage had been healed enough to not risk reopening a wound as long as strenuous activity is avoided. Perhaps it's a bit of an unnecessary risk... but a place like this is no good for thinking deeply on the world. And so off he went.
Making his escape out the front door of the hospital, Ghaleon thinks once again that fate is an odd thing. Here he was, a man who was supposed to have been days and a thousand years in the grave, walking across the grass of the town at the end of the world. He'd been prepared to die (again) to allow the true heroes their best chance at saving the world he loved so dearly, and yet somehow he is again the last relic of a time and place now lost forever.
In any other situation, the sheer irony of it all would have been enough to make him laugh. As is, he's sure that he may cry when he has a place he can do so where no-one can see.
And now? Now he just wants to explore; perhaps find someone who can help him find something that would perhaps be more appropriate to wear around humans than a hospital gown. The mazoku doesn't particularly care himself, but humans do seem to have a bit of a thing about having a minimum amount of clothing they're comfortable with others wearing. Perhaps it's different with the apparent mixing of cultures here... but he sincerely doubts it.]
Open: Open!
When: Day 199, mid-morning for one, noonish for the other.
Where: Near the kitchens, or around the Bastion
What: Alucard's awake and hungry, and Ghaleon doesn't feel like being in the hospital anymore.
Format: Preferably action.
Warnings: probably none for Alucard; sass, and mentions of death from Ghaleon
[Alucard is a man who likes to sleep. He actually likes to sleep even more than he likes to eat.
Just as he likes to sleep, Alucard is also one who can sleep heavily enough that he appears dead, and for long periods. As such, he sometimes finds himself in that predicament that some people experience where they wake up and are unsure of what day it is. In his case though, the problem is... a tad more extreme.
Hence the somewhat odd question he asks of whomever he encounters near the kitchens (What? He's hungry):]
What is the current year?
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[A full day confined to a bed, and Ghaleon finds he's had enough of sitting still. Between the work the boy doctor had done and his own spells, surely the damage had been healed enough to not risk reopening a wound as long as strenuous activity is avoided. Perhaps it's a bit of an unnecessary risk... but a place like this is no good for thinking deeply on the world. And so off he went.
Making his escape out the front door of the hospital, Ghaleon thinks once again that fate is an odd thing. Here he was, a man who was supposed to have been days and a thousand years in the grave, walking across the grass of the town at the end of the world. He'd been prepared to die (again) to allow the true heroes their best chance at saving the world he loved so dearly, and yet somehow he is again the last relic of a time and place now lost forever.
In any other situation, the sheer irony of it all would have been enough to make him laugh. As is, he's sure that he may cry when he has a place he can do so where no-one can see.
And now? Now he just wants to explore; perhaps find someone who can help him find something that would perhaps be more appropriate to wear around humans than a hospital gown. The mazoku doesn't particularly care himself, but humans do seem to have a bit of a thing about having a minimum amount of clothing they're comfortable with others wearing. Perhaps it's different with the apparent mixing of cultures here... but he sincerely doubts it.]
Ghaleon
Hi Ghaleon, this is a small child with a firebug. And she is now following you. ]
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In the end, he supposes that even a surprise such as this (and it is a somewhat pleasant one) is hardly reason to be rude, particularly to a child. He turns fully towards her and smiles.]
Hello. I am Ghaleon.
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I'm Anna. This is Mikoto.
[ The fluffy fire bug, who stops at Anna's feet and gives a lazy sounding buzz. ]
Do you want to find a place to stay?
[ She already kinda knows you're new here, Ghaleon. Its a psychic thing. ]
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Yes, I suppose that would be a good place to start.
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[He does a double-take when he sees Ghaleon.]
Are you lost, darling?
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Unless the exit is in a different direction, I wouldn't say that.
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Should you really be heading for the exit in such a state, darling? You're ... ah. Still in your nightgown. It's a little unseemly.
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[It's purely for the comfort of the people around him, you see. Ghaleon's people aren't exactly known for being body shy, after all.]
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Alucard
Um. The same one as when all this happened?
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...I suppose that would be logical. Thank you.
[Internally he's kinda facepalming at himself. Whatever possessed him to ask someone he's never spoken to something like this?]
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You're welcome.
I guess you've slept for a lot longer before?
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Ghaleon
The Calamity catch you with your pants down?
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That, my dear, depends entirely on if a bodysuit can be considered pants.
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[Not that either of these is more pants-like than the other, but it's important for a mental image.]
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Ghaleon
And you look interesting.]
Hey there! How long have you been here or are you pretty new as well?
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...He's just going to be polite and not mention it. Maybe it's normal for dragons of other worlds to look like this. Besides, it's not like Ghaleon looks all that normal himself.]
I arrived just two days ago, although I haven't had much occasion to meet anyone yet.
Alucard
Depends. What year did ya go to sleep?
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Within the first year of the Calamity's beginning.
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[ said with the straightest face imaginable. ]
You forget your alarm or somethin'?
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Alucard
[ Enjoy that tart remark from the red haired, mocking visage hovering upside down and just outside of arm's reach and watching Alucard shuffle about. Someone was perhaps a little bitter about everything going on. BUT, at least he wasn't refusing to even show himself - that was an improvement for a creature that could potentially hold a grudge for all of eternity. ]
You woke up just in time for the end of the Bastion. You know. Big plague. Loads of dead people. Sickness and all that marvelous wonder of wonders.
You look lovely, by the way. Have I told you that you look lovely? Like an undercooked pork steak left out overnight. And you smell like cobwebs.
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[It's a sincere statement, if a tad snarky. He does not smell of cobwebs, thank you very much.
And then his still somewhat sleep-addled brain finally catches up about the somewhat more pressing matter at hand.]
...Wait. A plague has begun?
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Yep. All the stupid people went out looking for some stupid tower and brought back a stupid plague. Go figure, right? End of the world happens, these idiots survive and yet still can't manage not to get themselves offed? It boggles the mind.
Foxface is probably gonna die. He's stuck in the hospital with the rest of them. If they think he's got it, that's pretty much a death sentence right there. And that space cadet, Starfury. Firemonkey is in there too. Lots of people. Cryin' shame about ol' Foxface. Guess that means there'll be more space in the house, huh?
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You're cute, but anyone runnin' off from quarantine deserves to get their ass beat for riskin' everyone else. Unless you ain't actually sick and you just have a fetish for hospital gowns. [ Giving that a moment of consideration the pink-haired Amazon shrugged, green eyes glittering with amusement. ] Playin' doctor is all well and good, but at least try to keep some public decency? [ She quipped, folding her arms under her chest - trying to fold them over it would have been awkward to the point of absurdity. ]
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I can hardly deny that I needed to be in the hospital for a time, but hardly for the same reason as the ones in quarantine. [He smirks a little.] Reasons which unfortunately left my only set of clothes unsalvageable.
[The smirk drops.]
I made quite certain to thoroughly cleanse myself before leaving due to my proximity to the potentially infected, but if you feel you still must beat me, do be gentle about it. I'm sure the doctor has rather more important things to do than sew me back together a second time.
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Nah, if you're clean and the space cadet didn't keep you in the hospital, not my problem. If you're lookin' for clothes though, I can probably help you out. Not if you're expecting something all fancy, but there's a quick answer. People around here just buy everything with these shard things. I got a few.
[ Running her tongue over her teeth and considering charity versus having a good time at Ghaleon's expense, Roze decides its probably not very nice to flirt when a guy doesn't have a pair of pants to his name. ]
Tch. You can walk a bit, right? Follow me. There's an onsen. I'll drop you off over there and grab you some clothes, then come back. You know what an onsen is?
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