[One thing that's immediately apparent is the fact that the house has a noticeable aroma to it — that same clinging smell of smoke and patchouli, heavy in the air and more distinctive from the area up the stairs than the ones that go below. The stairs down are made of wood, and each one creaks very faintly — audible to Alucard's ears, but perhaps not a human's.
Particularly curious are the walls, which are painted a dark brown shade, yet have an odd, swirling sort of discoloration to them in whorls and curves.
By now, Alucard is about halfway down the stairs; there's still half a flight to go, but a few things around to look at if he chooses to.]
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Particularly curious are the walls, which are painted a dark brown shade, yet have an odd, swirling sort of discoloration to them in whorls and curves.
By now, Alucard is about halfway down the stairs; there's still half a flight to go, but a few things around to look at if he chooses to.]