[Alucard lets out a soft laugh in response to the gesture. He's not familiar with it there are no zippers in the 1470s, but he can follow the meaning. At least they can unite in finding necromancy a little too much latel.]
At least repair work is easier in this kitchen versus others, although I try not to think about that too hard. [Fuck the illusion of time and space here! And that eating doesn't actually fill you up.] Mmm. I've found that running around as a wolf only got me so far. The rest is-- [He huffs. An open ended nightmare of a question is what it is.] Beyond words, it seems.
[The thing with Gideon though, and moreover, with her honesty, is that Alucard finds it not only endearing, but reassuring. That he's not being wholly irrational over everything that's happened. Chipping away the guilt means a lot, and this feels like being a less shitty person than the one who sat in Thorne's cells.]
Maybe. But I think I've demonstrated that I'm in the same boat.
[No smile from the dhampir, but there's less tension in him. That counts for a lot, as far as he's concerned.]
[She's dragged a laugh out of him - soft and muted as it may have been - and there's a certain easing of the tension in the room, no longer leaving her with the sense that she could cut the unease with a knife. It'll do, and she slumps forward a little in her chair, elbow resting on the table, chin dropping down into her open palm.]
Well, fuck. Looks like we're stuck figuring out our own problems, doesn't it.
[She huffs out an exaggerated sigh.]
But if I happen to hit upon a wonder cure for the stuff life throws at us, or you know, just figure anything out at all, I'll be sure to let you know. Until then, maybe we can get away with just muddling through. And take some time out from all this heavy shit to laugh at bad taxidermy when it all gets a bit much.
And at least a part of our problems involve necromancers. [His own
sigh is a little more of a joke and absolutely more put upon. Hector's not
really a problem, he just exists in Alucard's bubble when he'd rather that
not be the case. Gideon's charge? That's more time consuming.]
Or perhaps we might take advantage of where we are now and do what I
suspect you've wanted to for the past however long it's been and
exchange a few blows with our swords?
[It occurs to her to ask some questions about his own necromancer problem-- she can't help but be interested, given that she has quite literally given her whole damned life to one of them. But it is an interest that swiftly splinters away in the wake of his mention of swords, a mention that has her straightening from her slump, her eyes taking on a low glitter and her mouth curving into a wolfish grin. Anticipation peals from her in palpable waves.]
[Mostly his own necromancer problem boils down to unwanted hanger
on who has the moral backbone of a chocolate eclair, but the less time
spent on Hector, the better. Besides, the expression on Gideon's face is
absolutely delightful. He might as well change forms and match
wolf to wolf, but that can happen in due time.
However good Gideon is with her weapon, she's not going to expect
floating wolf with sword.
So he stands, careful to tuck his chair back in under the table.]
All in due course. Do you want a clear field or a few strategically
placed boulders and trees?
[He pushes his chair back and she's quickly moving to do the same, wooden legs grinding out an ugly squeal as she scrapes them against the ground. Her hands already itch for the feel of her blade, the weight of it, the cold press of steel, and she's bounding swiftly toward where it leans against the wall the moment she gains her feet. To her, at least, it feels as though the weight of their previous conversation is being stripped away in layers, leaving only the fast-ascending thrill of an oncoming fight in their wake.
She can be fairly one-track minded like that.]
Huh. Good question. Both options have their merits...how about a clear field this first time? We can always liven things up later. You know, once we've got a feel for each other's technique.
[Just run wildly like the happiest golden retriever, Gideon.
Alucard's not actually sure of where he's left his own weapon, so he takes advantage of the same trick from before and summons the blade. There is a new levity in the air though, but the dhampir is sure it is from Gideon's sudden and intense joy at the idea of a sword fight.]
A clear field it is. As for technique, I think you'll find some new challenges.
[The dhampir is pointedly vague, and as they exit the little cottage, the terrain has shifted. What was once a tense line of trees lining the path to the house is now an open field. Grey skies remain, but there is no atmospheric rain present. Alucard has, however, left the grass remain wet to provide a little bit of a challenge for them both. Instinct says they both may enjoy the challenge.]
[With the promise of new challenges spurring her on toward dizzying heights of excitement, Gideon follows after the dhampir and out into the grey, damp space beyond. The colours out here all seem muted, subdued, kinda like a physical manifestation of depression-- but she's accustomed to gloomy surrounds and it does nothing to flatten her current exuberance.
Instead, sword in hands now, she weighs up the question as her footfalls leave dark imprints in the dew.]
In Drearburh we'd usually go with to the floor, which means whoever hits the floor first loses the round. Besides that, anything goes. But hey, I don't mind playing by someone else's rules.
Hitting the floor can always be a feint. [Alucard's observation is dry, but not without a little hint of his own excitement at this. Gideon is trusted, and it feels nice to do this again without worry.]
When the other would be truly dead then, for the given value of what that means here. Sound fair?
[Meaning he's 100% going to turn into bats if he's on the floor.]
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there are no zippers in the 1470s, but he can follow the meaning. At least they can unite in finding necromancy a little too much latel.]At least repair work is easier in this kitchen versus others, although I try not to think about that too hard. [Fuck the illusion of time and space here! And that eating doesn't actually fill you up.] Mmm. I've found that running around as a wolf only got me so far. The rest is-- [He huffs. An open ended nightmare of a question is what it is.] Beyond words, it seems.
[The thing with Gideon though, and moreover, with her honesty, is that Alucard finds it not only endearing, but reassuring. That he's not being wholly irrational over everything that's happened. Chipping away the guilt means a lot, and this feels like being a less shitty person than the one who sat in Thorne's cells.]
Maybe. But I think I've demonstrated that I'm in the same boat.
[No smile from the dhampir, but there's less tension in him. That counts for a lot, as far as he's concerned.]
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Well, fuck. Looks like we're stuck figuring out our own problems, doesn't it.
[She huffs out an exaggerated sigh.]
But if I happen to hit upon a wonder cure for the stuff life throws at us, or you know, just figure anything out at all, I'll be sure to let you know. Until then, maybe we can get away with just muddling through. And take some time out from all this heavy shit to laugh at bad taxidermy when it all gets a bit much.
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And at least a part of our problems involve necromancers. [His own sigh is a little more of a joke and absolutely more put upon. Hector's not really a problem, he just exists in Alucard's bubble when he'd rather that not be the case. Gideon's charge? That's more time consuming.]
Or perhaps we might take advantage of where we are now and do what I suspect you've wanted to for the past however long it's been and exchange a few blows with our swords?
[Just a hunch here.]
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I was starting to think you'd never ask.
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[Mostly his own necromancer problem boils down to unwanted hanger on who has the moral backbone of a chocolate eclair, but the less time spent on Hector, the better. Besides, the expression on Gideon's face is absolutely delightful. He might as well change forms and match wolf to wolf, but that can happen in due time.
However good Gideon is with her weapon, she's not going to expect floating wolf with sword.
So he stands, careful to tuck his chair back in under the table.] All in due course. Do you want a clear field or a few strategically placed boulders and trees?
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She can be fairly one-track minded like that.]
Huh. Good question. Both options have their merits...how about a clear field this first time? We can always liven things up later. You know, once we've got a feel for each other's technique.
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Alucard's not actually sure of where he's left his own weapon, so he takes advantage of the same trick from before and summons the blade. There is a new levity in the air though, but the dhampir is sure it is from Gideon's sudden and intense joy at the idea of a sword fight.]
A clear field it is. As for technique, I think you'll find some new challenges.
[The dhampir is pointedly vague, and as they exit the little cottage, the terrain has shifted. What was once a tense line of trees lining the path to the house is now an open field. Grey skies remain, but there is no atmospheric rain present. Alucard has, however, left the grass remain wet to provide a little bit of a challenge for them both. Instinct says they both may enjoy the challenge.]
Any particular rules you'd like to lay down?
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Instead, sword in hands now, she weighs up the question as her footfalls leave dark imprints in the dew.]
In Drearburh we'd usually go with to the floor, which means whoever hits the floor first loses the round. Besides that, anything goes. But hey, I don't mind playing by someone else's rules.
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When the other would be truly dead then, for the given value of what that means here. Sound fair?
[Meaning he's 100% going to turn into bats if he's on the floor.]