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[tinyvampiregod]

[The screen flickers on and before it stands a pale creature with black hair and a long white coat. His eyes are red as rubies, lips bloodless pale in a faint smile

He tips his head to the side, hands clasped behind his back and when he speaks the voice is childish, affecting a lilt at the end of his words]

Canada. Aha.

[His tongue is pointed as it darts out to wet his lips]

I see through your trap. Nazis. You’ve mastered killing off your own kind but fail so badly at humor.

[Those red eyes take on an inner glow, burning like hellfire. Shadows thicken and draw forward, velvety fingers licking at his boots, at the shadowed hem of his coat]

I’ll have my Coffin and my human, now. [He looks left. Then right.

Then up.

Then down, back on the NV.


His tone is solemn, scolding, though the smile at the corners of his mouth deepens] No? [His bloodless lips pull back in a ghoulish smile, revealing dainty fangs that grow longer, sharper, two sets of upper canines, two sets of lower canines]

Then I shall huff and puff and tear this whole island down.

Comments

[tinyvampiregod]

Is it really? No. I think you are another puppet. But if you claim it, then come defend it.

[He's willing to believe Eric thinks so.]

I think not. Though come and try to enforce them.

[manofthenorth]

Some of us have work to do, and can't simply come running off into the Darkness at some childish challenge. I have a business to run.

[tinyvampiregod]

[And he's starting to get the smallest suspicion...]

Do you have proof that what you said is true?

[manofthenorth]

I don't need proof. But if you would come to me, I will at least show you respect and hospitality--something I suspect you will find little of from others.

People here know how to deal with vampires who step out of line. Believe me, they will not hesitate but to kill you or void you, take away all your strength and leave you simpering in the dark if you do not fit society's rules. I can help you, Alucard. Give you a safe place to hunt, and a safer place to sleep.

[tinyvampiregod]

Help? No.

You are one of the more restrained vampires I've encountered, I almost hope what I'm told of this place is true.

But I am the dog of the Hellsing organization, there is room for nothing else but my orders.

[manofthenorth]

So long as you're aware, that if your orders get in the way of the delicate peace here I will kill you.

[tinyvampiregod]

Heh.

That could be fun. But I don't hunt humans. Only the dogs that prey on them.

[manofthenorth]

Ah. Well, you'll find that we get permission from our victims here. They're more like 'donors', if you will. You'll find it's all quite legal.

Vampires that don't fit in. Well. They must lie in the coffins they make for themselves. One way or another.

Are those that give you your orders here?

[tinyvampiregod]

Those are the targets I eliminate. Those who exist without trouble are left alone.

[manofthenorth]

If you don't find my saying so presumptious, you sound useful. The only enforcer I have powerful enough to do the job is myself.

[tinyvampiregod]

Oh? The other vampires here cower before the sun and silver? No shadow familiars?

[He's a showoff.]

[manofthenorth]

This isn't Dungeons and Dragons.

[tinyvampiregod]

What? [A fleeting look of confusion as he judges the statement insignificant.]

[manofthenorth]

Never mind. I thought it was witches that had familiars?

[tinyvampiregod]

Not of that sort.

[A beat]

What does enforcing entail?

[manofthenorth]

Perhaps it's something better to discuss in person.

[tinyvampiregod]

Then where?

[manofthenorth]

Fangtasia in Sector One.

[tinyvampiregod]

I'll find it.

[manofthenorth]

Then I'll be waiting.

Action?

[tinyvampiregod]

[It would take him a short while to discover the location, he travels by shadows and not conventional means, and why should he in a place such as this.

Though he does materialize at the door of the club, simply steps out from the darkness, black licking at his boots and the edges of his white coat, almost velvety tangible.]

Action!

[manofthenorth]

[ Eric isn't standing waiting, but he knows his premises, and comes to the door, even if they are shut, the music thumping loudly inside. He wears gunmetal-grey from top to toe, but for a black tie, and steps back to invite Alucard in.

The door is an airlock designed to keep the creeping Darkness out. A second door still seperates patrons from the monsters outside. ]

This way, please.

Action

[tinyvampiregod]

[He waits until Eric appears, looking him over with hands clasped behind his back, eyes burning red in the darkness.

At the invitation, he follows, taking note of the doors, looking them over. For the keeping things out? Or for keeping things in?

Vampires and ... others are public knowledge here? [Not so, at home]

Re: Action

[manofthenorth]

[ And they carry on through into the club, which is red and black, heavily gothic styled, but still recognisable exactly what it says on the tin. There are vampires, humans, and some others present--it's a supernatural hotspot. ]

That's why we have such a public image problem. It takes great care, and much of my time, to ensure we aren't all hunted down and burned.

Re: Action

[tinyvampiregod]

Figuratively or literally?

[The supernatural press draws up one corner of his mouth in disdain, but Alucard makes no motion of violence. The dynamic of violent action has given way to stillness, patience.

He takes it in and follows.

Curious. Amused.] If you are in charge of this city, why are your vampires so out of control?