Mmm. Is it just the one party we have to be at, or will we have to go hopping?
["We" is sort of a smokescreen; it's Alucard who has to be at these things, but frankly she and Trevor have attended enough affairs on his arms by now that someone would say something about it if they didn't show, either.
They're the stuff of novelty, by now — Alucard's pets, almost. She hears the way the partygoers talk sometimes, when they get drunk enough to turn out loose-lipped. She and Trevor are genuinely well-liked, but it's an affection predicated on Alucard's status and control of the city, no different than a king affording status to a favored courtesan. Certainly no one would take well to Trevor's presence if it wasn't for the blanket of Alucard's protection and approval; no supernatural community would be eager to harbor a Belmont. And even the intellectuals who sit and talk to her at such length about scholarly things wouldn't stay academic for long, if there were no threat of Alucard's reprisal between their teeth and her neck.
And he never asked for this. It was left for him, whether he likes it or not — a high and lofty throne with manacles on the arms.]
I thought I heard someone say in town that there are a few of them being planned to compete with each other.
[She hops up to follow him, mostly so that they don't have to yell to prolong their conversation, and absently grabs the letter as she goes.]
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["We" is sort of a smokescreen; it's Alucard who has to be at these things, but frankly she and Trevor have attended enough affairs on his arms by now that someone would say something about it if they didn't show, either.
They're the stuff of novelty, by now — Alucard's pets, almost. She hears the way the partygoers talk sometimes, when they get drunk enough to turn out loose-lipped. She and Trevor are genuinely well-liked, but it's an affection predicated on Alucard's status and control of the city, no different than a king affording status to a favored courtesan. Certainly no one would take well to Trevor's presence if it wasn't for the blanket of Alucard's protection and approval; no supernatural community would be eager to harbor a Belmont. And even the intellectuals who sit and talk to her at such length about scholarly things wouldn't stay academic for long, if there were no threat of Alucard's reprisal between their teeth and her neck.
And he never asked for this. It was left for him, whether he likes it or not — a high and lofty throne with manacles on the arms.]
I thought I heard someone say in town that there are a few of them being planned to compete with each other.
[She hops up to follow him, mostly so that they don't have to yell to prolong their conversation, and absently grabs the letter as she goes.]