[Hilda he's going to force you to be that person if it kills him.
Lucky for Hilda, Alucard's good but not perfect. He'll only nod in quiet agreement, and then wait for the signal that he can come down off the stage. It's been a whiplash sort of night, and he is fairly sure it is going to end with him flopping down on some flat surface sooner rather than later.]
If we're ever invited back to the Feywilds, perhaps.
[That part is unsure, but sincere if it ever does happen. Alucard doesn't know if they ever will be, but he suspects that they will be expected to dress up further if that is the case. He may as well encourage more homegrown creativity, rather than relying fully on Fey magic and material.]
i think call it here?
Lucky for Hilda, Alucard's good but not perfect. He'll only nod in quiet agreement, and then wait for the signal that he can come down off the stage. It's been a whiplash sort of night, and he is fairly sure it is going to end with him flopping down on some flat surface sooner rather than later.]
If we're ever invited back to the Feywilds, perhaps.
[That part is unsure, but sincere if it ever does happen. Alucard doesn't know if they ever will be, but he suspects that they will be expected to dress up further if that is the case. He may as well encourage more homegrown creativity, rather than relying fully on Fey magic and material.]