Forgive me, but I'm from eastern Europe in the 1470s. Everything you just described sounds like improvement in the realm of the arts.
[The statement is dry. Not flippant, it's meant to actually be funny. If it lands is entirely beyond Alucard's control, and he hopes it drives the point home. He can understand what's being said, but progress, even with classism involved, is still infinitely better than Wallachia has in his own time and place.]
With that said, I think I understand the point. The further from wealth one gets, the less personal the artistic work becomes, correct? Things are not commissioned, but just produced without thought.
[There's a little nod of agreement with that snort. It is hard for Alucard to actually disagree, and a short, sharp little laugh comes out with the deli platter line. There's an acidity on display that needs appreciation.] It's worse that they couldn't do it for their own people, never mind us. What has bothered me most was I heard some rumor of disappearances back in December, when that nonsense on the ship was happening. Resources weren't allocated and...then this. But then, I don't think any of us expected to be dealing with deities.
[Alucard would appreciate if everyone everywhere around him just left religion alone for a second, thank you.
The entire thing feels like someone discovering how they articulate beauty in objects. Alucard knows it was not on purpose, and he's grateful for it. At the word dull, he almost says something, but the dhampir is glad he doesn't. What Julie describes makes him smile. Small and wistful and a little sad that he can't see the piece, and there's ideas in that.]
That sounds like a lovely work to see. And a much more interesting application of colored and stained glasses than what I am used to. I imagine that it's possible to recreate.
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[The statement is dry. Not flippant, it's meant to actually be funny. If it lands is entirely beyond Alucard's control, and he hopes it drives the point home. He can understand what's being said, but progress, even with classism involved, is still infinitely better than Wallachia has in his own time and place.]
With that said, I think I understand the point. The further from wealth one gets, the less personal the artistic work becomes, correct? Things are not commissioned, but just produced without thought.
[There's a little nod of agreement with that snort. It is hard for Alucard to actually disagree, and a short, sharp little laugh comes out with the deli platter line. There's an acidity on display that needs appreciation.] It's worse that they couldn't do it for their own people, never mind us. What has bothered me most was I heard some rumor of disappearances back in December, when that nonsense on the ship was happening. Resources weren't allocated and...then this. But then, I don't think any of us expected to be dealing with deities.
[Alucard would appreciate if everyone everywhere around him just left religion alone for a second, thank you.
The entire thing feels like someone discovering how they articulate beauty in objects. Alucard knows it was not on purpose, and he's grateful for it. At the word dull, he almost says something, but the dhampir is glad he doesn't. What Julie describes makes him smile. Small and wistful and a little sad that he can't see the piece, and there's ideas in that.]
That sounds like a lovely work to see. And a much more interesting application of colored and stained glasses than what I am used to. I imagine that it's possible to recreate.