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abraxaslogs2021-11-07 04:30 pm
cryptsleeper) wrote in abraxaslogs2021-11-07 04:30 pm
[open] I have never put my hope in any other
Who: Alucard
Where: The Free Cities
When: 5 November onwards
What: Alucard continues to deal with his emotions, tries to help address graveyard destruction
Warnings: Depression
Graveyard smash
[It has been a miserable few weeks. Alucard knows that, and he hates every part of it. Sypha's reappearance brought up the raw anger and bitterness that lingered beneath the barely healed layer of accepting what had happened back home and removing some of the guilt associated with it. But she was there and they had been a disaster. There was nothing like hearing all the reasons people you thought cared about you decided not to come back.
The aftermath of Eifstide gave him useful work though. The destroyed cemetary needed to be reconstituted, and that was something he could help with. Matching destroyed statue parts with their still standing components. Reuniting headstones that had been split in two. Taking a map of the plots out and marking which burials head headstones totally wrecked.
Today, he's hauling statue parts - a tall, pale blond thing with an arm full of weathered stone arms and legs. There's a centralized area where pieces are being stored, and even for him, the load is heavy. Should you cross his path, there's a short and curt demand.] Move! This load weighs more than you.
Meanwhile, in the Horizon
[A thick wall of black roots with sharp, long thorns grows on the borders of Alucard's domain. They twist and groan and wind together a full story tall. There was never anything friendly about Alucard's domain, it had always tried to steer visitors away, but now the defenses are over dramatic.
The thorns are not perfect. A few perfect little tunnels have formed, but what lies beyond is no better. What once was a late November's woods with gentle rain and mist is now home to a raging thunderstorm whose downpour should have flooded many parts of the forest by now.
But still, there's a small shack in the center of the place. No smoke comes out of the chimney, but there are lights on inside. A few feet from the front door is a small overhang. Not that Alucard knows what a bus stop is or anything of the sort, but should he not be home and should some madperson make it this far, they can step out of the rain.]
Elsewhere in Cadens
[The cemetery work is good money. Alucard could, if he really wanted to, find a new place to stay - he's long left the inn that has hosted himself and Hector. But the money is better spent on food and building towards his crypt, meaning that every so often, a white wolf slinks through the back alleys of Cadens.
There's also the need to eat. Alucard's found it easier to stand at one of the counters at the market stalls that serve food, eating what's cheapest and fastest. Tonight, a bowl of rice with a few cheap cuts of chicken and grilled vegetables, the spike bringing out the smokiness of the grill itself.
It's good. It's why the counter is so crowded and why he moves himself over as much as he can when he senses someone else behind him.]
--If you can fit.
Wildcard
PM me if something else catches your fancy
Where: The Free Cities
When: 5 November onwards
What: Alucard continues to deal with his emotions, tries to help address graveyard destruction
Warnings: Depression
Graveyard smash
[It has been a miserable few weeks. Alucard knows that, and he hates every part of it. Sypha's reappearance brought up the raw anger and bitterness that lingered beneath the barely healed layer of accepting what had happened back home and removing some of the guilt associated with it. But she was there and they had been a disaster. There was nothing like hearing all the reasons people you thought cared about you decided not to come back.
The aftermath of Eifstide gave him useful work though. The destroyed cemetary needed to be reconstituted, and that was something he could help with. Matching destroyed statue parts with their still standing components. Reuniting headstones that had been split in two. Taking a map of the plots out and marking which burials head headstones totally wrecked.
Today, he's hauling statue parts - a tall, pale blond thing with an arm full of weathered stone arms and legs. There's a centralized area where pieces are being stored, and even for him, the load is heavy. Should you cross his path, there's a short and curt demand.] Move! This load weighs more than you.
Meanwhile, in the Horizon
[A thick wall of black roots with sharp, long thorns grows on the borders of Alucard's domain. They twist and groan and wind together a full story tall. There was never anything friendly about Alucard's domain, it had always tried to steer visitors away, but now the defenses are over dramatic.
The thorns are not perfect. A few perfect little tunnels have formed, but what lies beyond is no better. What once was a late November's woods with gentle rain and mist is now home to a raging thunderstorm whose downpour should have flooded many parts of the forest by now.
But still, there's a small shack in the center of the place. No smoke comes out of the chimney, but there are lights on inside. A few feet from the front door is a small overhang. Not that Alucard knows what a bus stop is or anything of the sort, but should he not be home and should some madperson make it this far, they can step out of the rain.]
Elsewhere in Cadens
[The cemetery work is good money. Alucard could, if he really wanted to, find a new place to stay - he's long left the inn that has hosted himself and Hector. But the money is better spent on food and building towards his crypt, meaning that every so often, a white wolf slinks through the back alleys of Cadens.
There's also the need to eat. Alucard's found it easier to stand at one of the counters at the market stalls that serve food, eating what's cheapest and fastest. Tonight, a bowl of rice with a few cheap cuts of chicken and grilled vegetables, the spike bringing out the smokiness of the grill itself.
It's good. It's why the counter is so crowded and why he moves himself over as much as he can when he senses someone else behind him.]
--If you can fit.
Wildcard
PM me if something else catches your fancy
no subject
[And now, awkward silence. Or at least, tapering off into silence. Alucard's misjudged based on an angle, and now he'd just like a moment to step back and regain either some dignity or find a way to just end whatever awkward this encounter is.]
sorry for the wait, yesterday nommed my brain
There's a shrug, more a 'suit yourself' than anything else, before she unscrews the cap and takes a swig. Then makes a new start on her meal. It is a very large bowl, and eventually, it's pretty clear that in spite of her best efforts, there's still a portion of rice left along with some of the ingredients. ]
I really can't take the rest with me? [there's a look of dismay at the thought of wasting food; Alucard had warned her, and yet..] Oh.. Um..
[ Then a sidelong glance to her slow eating companion in awkwardness, before nudging the bowl at him. He can have it. Or not, if he doesn't want. But he's the one with the graveyard shift. ]