[There is too much happening at once. The tiny, terrified bat squeaks as it tries to make it's way back to Alucard, wings flapping madly. It knows where it needs to be, but in a moment, where it needs to be is gone. There's shattering glass, there's a yelp from a dhampir whose response time is seriously delayed, and now where the bat is supposed to be is on the floor, having crashed from momentum and--
--Alucard glares up at Ciri. The bat crawls underneath him, and suddenly his hair is as perfect like always. No more bats. No more noise. Just a dhampir who does not appreciate the chaos, and frankly, is going to have a splitting headache once he sobers up.]
Is there anyone else who would like to make loud noises about the present state of me?
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--Alucard glares up at Ciri. The bat crawls underneath him, and suddenly his hair is as perfect like always. No more bats. No more noise. Just a dhampir who does not appreciate the chaos, and frankly, is going to have a splitting headache once he sobers up.]
Is there anyone else who would like to make loud noises about the present state of me?