[Since taking on the responsibilities he has now, Alucard has partitioned the castle in a way that ensures that the place where he actually lives is not the place where he works. The front is only for work, and he's placed his study there as well.
It's a room larger than a study must be, because functions as (ugh) the closest version of a throne room as he'll entertain with this regencey nonsense. There's no throne though, no dais, just his desk and the chair behind it. Two chairs in front. Books all along the walls, a sofa and coffee table to one corner for when it's needed. A mini-fridge with rations of blood for when they're needed. (There's also a mini-microwave. It wasn't terribly hard to use his father's blueprints to make it.) The viewing mirror lives to one side of his desk, and when Alucard is in there and not using it, it shows the outside world. Sun, always sun. The study has no windows, after all. When working with vampires, it's a sign of respect.
He's been in the study for most of the day. There was nothing like hearing about a murder that took place in one of the tourist districts, only for the medical examiner's office to be baffled by the state of the corpse and for the newspaper to report on it. The name of the deceased is known to him, it's a fucking vampire and that means he knows who did it because there's been pointless territory disputes (over! public! ground!) with another.
Dealing with the cover-up was the easy part. Alucard had done it once or twice already over smaller things. The hard part was what the right version of justice was in this situation. He knew what his father would do: rip the offender's throat out for threatening everyone's safety.
The thought of the act made every part of Alucard wretch.
He sighs. Changes the scene in the mirror from just outside the castle on a December's day to a colder, snowy scene from the Canadian wilds.]
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It's a room larger than a study must be, because functions as (ugh) the closest version of a throne room as he'll entertain with this regencey nonsense. There's no throne though, no dais, just his desk and the chair behind it. Two chairs in front. Books all along the walls, a sofa and coffee table to one corner for when it's needed. A mini-fridge with rations of blood for when they're needed. (There's also a mini-microwave. It wasn't terribly hard to use his father's blueprints to make it.) The viewing mirror lives to one side of his desk, and when Alucard is in there and not using it, it shows the outside world. Sun, always sun. The study has no windows, after all. When working with vampires, it's a sign of respect.
He's been in the study for most of the day. There was nothing like hearing about a murder that took place in one of the tourist districts, only for the medical examiner's office to be baffled by the state of the corpse and for the newspaper to report on it. The name of the deceased is known to him, it's a fucking vampire and that means he knows who did it because there's been pointless territory disputes (over! public! ground!) with another.
Dealing with the cover-up was the easy part. Alucard had done it once or twice already over smaller things. The hard part was what the right version of justice was in this situation. He knew what his father would do: rip the offender's throat out for threatening everyone's safety.
The thought of the act made every part of Alucard wretch.
He sighs. Changes the scene in the mirror from just outside the castle on a December's day to a colder, snowy scene from the Canadian wilds.]