The nickname gets a huff of annoyance, but there are more important things at hand. Alucard knows the routes of the castle well, and his wolf nose means that the approach of anyone is something that he can anticipate.
It takes time to reach the engine room, coupled with a few close encounters. More than once the wolf tenses, and there is movement just down a corridor or somewhere from above (for sometimes the corridors are very strange indeed.) But more than that, the journey to the engine room is to journey through the centuries of the castle itself. Stone changes. Some ceilings are vaulted and towering, others far too squat with thin holes only meant to let arrows escape. It is the only way to date the castle's component parts, and Alucard tries desperately not to.
He's hurting his home. The thing that has protected him just as surely as his parents have. Where he's grown up. Where he's taken his first steps, where he's learned so much, where no mob can reach him. And maybe that's why he hated the plan, really. Destroying the engine meant destroying the last and greatest defense that home ever had, and that aches.
Alucard had his plans for when he was out of the box. They have all been dashed.
The engine room is a vast place, and Alucard nudges opens the door with hesitation. There is no one, but this room is attuned to his father. That won't be for long.
He then sits himself by the door, making it clear that he is not moving from the spot.]
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The nickname gets a huff of annoyance, but there are more important things at hand. Alucard knows the routes of the castle well, and his wolf nose means that the approach of anyone is something that he can anticipate.
It takes time to reach the engine room, coupled with a few close encounters. More than once the wolf tenses, and there is movement just down a corridor or somewhere from above (for sometimes the corridors are very strange indeed.) But more than that, the journey to the engine room is to journey through the centuries of the castle itself. Stone changes. Some ceilings are vaulted and towering, others far too squat with thin holes only meant to let arrows escape. It is the only way to date the castle's component parts, and Alucard tries desperately not to.
He's hurting his home. The thing that has protected him just as surely as his parents have. Where he's grown up. Where he's taken his first steps, where he's learned so much, where no mob can reach him. And maybe that's why he hated the plan, really. Destroying the engine meant destroying the last and greatest defense that home ever had, and that aches.
Alucard had his plans for when he was out of the box. They have all been dashed.
The engine room is a vast place, and Alucard nudges opens the door with hesitation. There is no one, but this room is attuned to his father. That won't be for long.
He then sits himself by the door, making it clear that he is not moving from the spot.]