[Alucard does note the moth as it goes by, and he doesn’t know how to signal to it properly. All he can do is maintain his presence in the situation.
There’s a risk to it, that much he is aware of. But there’s the apothecary. There’s a murmur of faint heartbeat and then there is a correction. He’s dead.
Dead by an act of God. Alucard draws himself up to his fullest, his most quasi-arrogant state, and his finger lands on the man who looks as if he is the second in charge, if the man’s spot on the little scaffold is anything to go by.]
Do better by your flock than encouraging only fear.
[It’s a risk, leaving now. Departing with his back to the crowd, striding towards the city gates. If they all fall upon him, then there will be worse consequences. To bank on shock, it isn’t wise, but it’s the only card Alucard can play.]
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There’s a risk to it, that much he is aware of. But there’s the apothecary. There’s a murmur of faint heartbeat and then there is a correction. He’s dead.
Dead by an act of God. Alucard draws himself up to his fullest, his most quasi-arrogant state, and his finger lands on the man who looks as if he is the second in charge, if the man’s spot on the little scaffold is anything to go by.]
Do better by your flock than encouraging only fear.
[It’s a risk, leaving now. Departing with his back to the crowd, striding towards the city gates. If they all fall upon him, then there will be worse consequences. To bank on shock, it isn’t wise, but it’s the only card Alucard can play.]