Who: Alucard and open When: First half of June Where: Free Cities, Norwich, Al’s domain What: Getting up and functioning again, updating one’s domain, taking stock of his new physical change thanks to event 18 Warnings:Added as needed
[He tries not to think about it. Especially not what they all witnessed with the ending of that cult, as cathartic as knowing it was over and done with happened to be.
Noted. Angels are bad at jokes.
Unfortunately, the information that follows makes the dhampir even more uncomfortable. The idea of such a thing in and of itself is concerning, better known as the understatement of the century.]
So you're wearing a suit and...does the owner get the luxury of return once it is discarded, or are they fully removed forever?
[Michael is great at jokes, thanks. He just has to be the one issuing them.
He's about to say yes, of course, but then Michael thinks of the state his brother Raphael left his vessel in. Donnie got his body back, but by then it was more of a prison. Then there's Castiel, still running around wearing Jimmy Novak's face long after the soul has passed on. He's not so invested in presenting angels as a monolith these days.]
Depends on the angel. Returning it had been my intention, but here, there's no one to return it to.
[Adam is back home, restored to life and once again sole master of his body. It doesn't look like any of this information is reassuring to Alucard, though, so Michael takes pity on him.]
We do need the owner's permission in the first place. In your place, I'd worry about the creatures that don't.
[Saying "the opposite of possession" might have been better, but he wouldn't have learned as much. Michael is right in clocking that none of the information is reassuring to the dhampir, mostly because it isn't.
Not because you know, there's angels running around and some of them definitely take issue with the whole religion part. It is absolutely the soul suppression thing and he'd like to digest that without additional eyes on him, please and thank you.
He's not exactly sure how to turn the conversation at this point. Silence hangs heavy for a few moments, and--]
[Alucard's got the gist of it, so Michael nods an affirmative. As for how he spends his time in the Horizon—]
The ones that are open to visitors, yes. I find it informative.
[That whole permission thing, and their earlier point that those who don't care to receive guests build their walls high and keep their doors locked. Most don't, so there's much to be learned from walking the Horizon.
It's not lost on him that Alucard is making conversation like men do when trying to get away from it. The man did say he likes to be alone, sometimes.]
I'll take that as my cue to leave. Enjoy your solitude and your bread-baking.
[This one can. If Alucard expects it to be a universal skill, he'll be in for a surprise when he tries to get Castiel to read between the lines.]
A little early to be issuing invitations when you're still thinking it over, isn't it?
[It's not a dig, and he's not insulted. His tone is light and if anything, a touch amused. There are far more upsetting realities in Abraxas and he expects he'll get over it. If not, well—there's still plenty of forest to wander in Solvunn.
Michael heads back the way he came, walking rather than disappearing with a flap of his wings. It really is a nice walk.]
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[He tries not to think about it. Especially not what they all witnessed with the ending of that cult, as cathartic as knowing it was over and done with happened to be.
Noted. Angels are bad at jokes.
Unfortunately, the information that follows makes the dhampir even more uncomfortable. The idea of such a thing in and of itself is concerning, better known as the understatement of the century.]
So you're wearing a suit and...does the owner get the luxury of return once it is discarded, or are they fully removed forever?
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He's about to say yes, of course, but then Michael thinks of the state his brother Raphael left his vessel in. Donnie got his body back, but by then it was more of a prison. Then there's Castiel, still running around wearing Jimmy Novak's face long after the soul has passed on. He's not so invested in presenting angels as a monolith these days.]
Depends on the angel. Returning it had been my intention, but here, there's no one to return it to.
[Adam is back home, restored to life and once again sole master of his body. It doesn't look like any of this information is reassuring to Alucard, though, so Michael takes pity on him.]
We do need the owner's permission in the first place. In your place, I'd worry about the creatures that don't.
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[Saying "the opposite of possession" might have been better, but he wouldn't have learned as much. Michael is right in clocking that none of the information is reassuring to the dhampir, mostly because it isn't.
Not because you know, there's angels running around and some of them definitely take issue with the whole religion part. It is absolutely the soul suppression thing and he'd like to digest that without additional eyes on him, please and thank you.
He's not exactly sure how to turn the conversation at this point. Silence hangs heavy for a few moments, and--]
Do you just walk other's domains?
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The ones that are open to visitors, yes. I find it informative.
[That whole permission thing, and their earlier point that those who don't care to receive guests build their walls high and keep their doors locked. Most don't, so there's much to be learned from walking the Horizon.
It's not lost on him that Alucard is making conversation like men do when trying to get away from it. The man did say he likes to be alone, sometimes.]
I'll take that as my cue to leave. Enjoy your solitude and your bread-baking.
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Alucard has the good grace to look at least a little embarrassed. This is personal, but on his head rather than Michael's.]
You're welcome back, so long as the walls are low. This is...simply a lot to digest, such as it is.
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A little early to be issuing invitations when you're still thinking it over, isn't it?
[It's not a dig, and he's not insulted. His tone is light and if anything, a touch amused. There are far more upsetting realities in Abraxas and he expects he'll get over it. If not, well—there's still plenty of forest to wander in Solvunn.
Michael heads back the way he came, walking rather than disappearing with a flap of his wings. It really is a nice walk.]