[Alucard is not social, not by upbringing or natural inclination. He has outposts in Cadens and the badlands away from the bustle and crowds of the city with reason, and he has more than once used one of his building projects as a place to decompress away from the too noisy world.
But last he was in Nocwich, he ran into too many vampires that numbered among the Summoned. There is a good reason to scan the crowd at this event and observe new arrivals. If there are any more of his father's people here, it would be helpful to know.
He arrives with only an hour or so left to go in the evening, his hair pulled back and swept off his neck in a bun that means I just came from work, thank you. A few smears of blue and green paint are visible on his arms and hands, his clothes somehow devoid of the same. (He changed, because he is the kind of person that would have fresh clothes as a work site.) Old Public Hall is nearly done a year after he began the project. Everything right now is cosmetic.
At the bar, Alucard ignores the food, making a simple request.]
Blood wine, please. The darker the better.
[With drink procured, Alucard steps back, content to observe the room from a little spot he's picked out for himself. Enough to see and close to the door. Easy escape, if need be.]
Alucard, OTA
[Alucard is not social, not by upbringing or natural inclination. He has outposts in Cadens and the badlands away from the bustle and crowds of the city with reason, and he has more than once used one of his building projects as a place to decompress away from the too noisy world.
But last he was in Nocwich, he ran into too many vampires that numbered among the Summoned. There is a good reason to scan the crowd at this event and observe new arrivals. If there are any more of his father's people here, it would be helpful to know.
He arrives with only an hour or so left to go in the evening, his hair pulled back and swept off his neck in a bun that means I just came from work, thank you. A few smears of blue and green paint are visible on his arms and hands, his clothes somehow devoid of the same. (He changed, because he is the kind of person that would have fresh clothes as a work site.) Old Public Hall is nearly done a year after he began the project. Everything right now is cosmetic.
At the bar, Alucard ignores the food, making a simple request.]
Blood wine, please. The darker the better.
[With drink procured, Alucard steps back, content to observe the room from a little spot he's picked out for himself. Enough to see and close to the door. Easy escape, if need be.]