[Alucard smells Godbrand before he sees the vampire. It's hard not to, given how distinct the man's natural musk and...everything...is. And so Alucard lands in the doorway, every inch as immortal and youthful as any other vampire. Still Dracula's son, because he manages to project his presence around the room just as Dracula himself might have.
His rage is muted though. Something to bring up only once it must be used.]
Good evening, Godbrand.
[He extends a single hand, and the sword finds it's way there without fail.]
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His rage is muted though. Something to bring up only once it must be used.]
Good evening, Godbrand.
[He extends a single hand, and the sword finds it's way there without fail.]