[Alucard grumbles, getting up to return the boot where it should be. He doesn't sleepwalk, so it's...odd that it moved here. Especially when the other is where he left it.
Concerning.
The dhampir considers what to do, now that he's standing. Perhaps-- yes. A walk.
So both boots go on. He sheds the blankets for a warmer coat, lined with fur and perfect for moody autumn walks.
Alas, Gef II is left alone, his hard work of toilet paper shredding ignored!]
[Don't worry, Gef II bounces back eventually. After venting his grief on the toilet paper, he moves to self-expression with the medium of paw-prints in flour on the kitchen counter. Finally, a nap on Alucard's pillow, leaving a circle imprint and a dusting of gray furs in his wake.
Meanwhile, Hector has tried to head home, but Alucard's damn labyrinth is harder to navigate without an animal to guide him with sight and scent. Ironic that the defenses meant to keep everyone out have now succeeded in keeping Hector IN far longer than he planned.
So, yes, he may encounter a moody vampire on a moody walk as he quietly curses and shoves his way through the tangled branches and vines.]
Alucard finds Hector, eventually. Only because he walks so far and for so long, content in idleness and likely to stay there if allowed.
But Hector comes into his field of vision and the dhampir's face sours immediately. Far be it from him to be accusatory, but he is suspicious and doesn't bother hiding it.]
[He's got twigs in his hair and his feet are tired from a long, winding walk. He doesn't want to be in Alucard's presence any more than Alucard wants to be in his.]
I find myself disoriented. Which way gets me out of this hell-hole?
[This isn't the first time he's been in and out of Alucard's domain, but usually he has a dog or two with him that can lead him back on the path he came in on by scent. An oversight on his part this time, in his eagerness to deliver the ferret to his new haunt.]
I like walking here. Usually there's just myself, so form doesn't matter as much. [It is the honest and straight forward answer. Maybe he'll warn Hector about the vampire horses here.
Maybe.]
And I can't make use of the kitchen I have here with paws for hands.
[But Hector's tone suggests that he gets it. There's a process to his forging, but the actual moment of sparking life is just... something he does, that he can't properly explain.]
[He still hasn't found Gef II. Don't be so excited.]
I can't control the speed, so watch carefully.
[Alucard makes a point to take a few steps back. After that, and after making sure Hector's ready, Alucard takes a step forward. The second step comes with the full transformation, flawless dhampir features morphing into something fluffier.
[Hector drinks it in, trying to note where the transformation starts and the motion that accompanies it. It's quick, but so is Hector's mind when it comes to retro-engineering magical reactions.]
That's brilliant.
[He squeezes his hand into a fist to rein in the impulse to pet the fluff. He'd probably lose the hand in the attempt.]
Can you go back? It would be awkward if I tried and got stuck. [Awkward for Hector, at least. Probably hilarious for Alucard, if that were to happen.]
[He gives Alucard a nod, then slips through the door, head full of ideas of how to manage his own animalistic transformation.
An hour later, the desk in his library domain is strewn with diagrams and anatomical sketches of dogs. Of course he picked a dog, and a large one. It's the animal shape he's most familiar with, the very first he ever worked with, and he figures if he goes to something near his size rather than significantly larger or smaller, it might be easier.
Two hours later, there's a scratch on the wall outside of Alucard's hut. A silver and white husky with glowing blue eyes whines, then howls as the door isn't immediately opened. It looks like Hector was 50% successful at the there-and-back-again of transfiguration.]
[Alucard fucks back off into his depression forest after Hector leaves. Settles right into the kitchen to make a little apple tart for himself, and once it is eaten, Alucard curls right back up in his little room in his pile of furs, happy.
[Gef II waits until Alucard goes back to his human-sized nest to sleep, then nibbles on some apple peels left over from the tart. He entertains himself batting around a cinnamon stick along the floor until the (proverbial) knock comes.
Alucard fails to rouse for the visiting dog, so Gef II heads up the welcoming committee. Sensing his master, he scratches back at the door. The dog gives him an encouraging bark, and Gef II scales the door, beginning to fiddle with the latch.
Sure, it's going to take a while, but they've got nothing but time. In the meanwhile, Hector treats the domain to the song of his people, barks and whines and chuffs and any other noise his newly-canine throat can make.]
Eventually, the noises do rouse Alucard. He grumbles, standing up to drape a fur over his shoulders, and then he moves to the door. There's more noise. A...dog?
And the fuck is that furry thing fiddling with the latch?!]
--What.
[He's gonna just. Stare for a moment. Drink it all in.]
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Concerning.
The dhampir considers what to do, now that he's standing. Perhaps-- yes. A walk.
So both boots go on. He sheds the blankets for a warmer coat, lined with fur and perfect for moody autumn walks.
Alas, Gef II is left alone, his hard work of toilet paper shredding ignored!]
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Meanwhile, Hector has tried to head home, but Alucard's damn labyrinth is harder to navigate without an animal to guide him with sight and scent. Ironic that the defenses meant to keep everyone out have now succeeded in keeping Hector IN far longer than he planned.
So, yes, he may encounter a moody vampire on a moody walk as he quietly curses and shoves his way through the tangled branches and vines.]
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Alucard finds Hector, eventually. Only because he walks so far and for so long, content in idleness and likely to stay there if allowed.
But Hector comes into his field of vision and the dhampir's face sours immediately. Far be it from him to be accusatory, but he is suspicious and doesn't bother hiding it.]
Enjoying yourself?
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[He's got twigs in his hair and his feet are tired from a long, winding walk. He doesn't want to be in Alucard's presence any more than Alucard wants to be in his.]
I find myself disoriented. Which way gets me out of this hell-hole?
[This isn't the first time he's been in and out of Alucard's domain, but usually he has a dog or two with him that can lead him back on the path he came in on by scent. An oversight on his part this time, in his eagerness to deliver the ferret to his new haunt.]
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[Usually, his Domain should just lead someone out. Strange that it isn't, but no matter.]
Follow me, or else you could just pull back into the waking wold.
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I... didn't think of that. It takes some getting used to, popping in and out.
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Still, I didn't expect to see you here. I'd imagine you'd be elsewhere. Probably not getting damp.
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[He's totally not pouting. He can do what he wants! His curiosity has never gotten him into trouble ever, not once!]
Why are you out? In your human form no less?
[He would expect Alucard skulking in wolf form for exercise, honestly.]
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I like walking here. Usually there's just myself, so form doesn't matter as much. [It is the honest and straight forward answer. Maybe he'll warn Hector about the vampire horses here.
Maybe.]
And I can't make use of the kitchen I have here with paws for hands.
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Alucard is getting out of the house a little, and eating. Not that Hector cares. But Alucard is maybe doing slightly better, and that's... good.]
That's true. Unless you can figure out how to transform into some sort of monkey. I hear they have little hands quite like a human's.
[It's not a traditional vampiric animal, but Alucard isn't really a traditional vampire, either.]
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Yes Hector, in his pretend house in his pretend depressing forest. How is that good?]
I'd have to be a very tall monkey to manage that. Not worth the effort, I imagine. [Although--] Have you tried changing forms here?
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No, I'm human, I ca-
[A pause. Dawning realization. He can, in theory. Another thing that hadn't occurred to him, simply because it had never been an option before.]
Huh. [He'd say, 'I need to go', but Alucard is already leading him out of his domain.]
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[Hector. Hector how????]
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In theory, we could probably walk through the sky, too, but we stay on the ground like we're accustomed to.
[He's so used to being a human surrounded by vampires who can transform, it's habit to think it is beyond his abilities.]
...and I don't know where to start. Do you start with your skin, or change your insides first? Or is it all at once?
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[Okay, he's not going to be a dick about it.]
I honestly couldn't say at this point in my life. That'd be like asking me how I breathe. It simply happens, the mechanics are too ingrained.
[Regardless, they're at the wall of thorns now. A narrow doorway has appeared in them, allowing Hector safe passage.]
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[But Hector's tone suggests that he gets it. There's a process to his forging, but the actual moment of sparking life is just... something he does, that he can't properly explain.]
Thanks. For showing me the way.
[Look at them, being practically civil!]
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Would a demonstration help with visualizing?
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[He agrees before the shock of Alucard even offering fully registers. Damn, he should have ferretted the dhampir months ago.]
If you really mean it, yes, it would help. [He's trying and failing to hide the childlike excitement at the prospect.]
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I can't control the speed, so watch carefully.
[Alucard makes a point to take a few steps back. After that, and after making sure Hector's ready, Alucard takes a step forward. The second step comes with the full transformation, flawless dhampir features morphing into something fluffier.
And there his is. An awoocard.]
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That's brilliant.
[He squeezes his hand into a fist to rein in the impulse to pet the fluff. He'd probably lose the hand in the attempt.]
Can you go back? It would be awkward if I tried and got stuck. [Awkward for Hector, at least. Probably hilarious for Alucard, if that were to happen.]
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Alucard nods once, and again, waits to make sure Hector's ready. It is the same process in reverse, steps and all.
And yes Hector, it'd be fucking hilarious if you got stuck.]
The movement forward isn't strictly required, but I find it useful.
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[He gives Alucard a nod, then slips through the door, head full of ideas of how to manage his own animalistic transformation.
An hour later, the desk in his library domain is strewn with diagrams and anatomical sketches of dogs. Of course he picked a dog, and a large one. It's the animal shape he's most familiar with, the very first he ever worked with, and he figures if he goes to something near his size rather than significantly larger or smaller, it might be easier.
Two hours later, there's a scratch on the wall outside of Alucard's hut. A silver and white husky with glowing blue eyes whines, then howls as the door isn't immediately opened. It looks like Hector was 50% successful at the there-and-back-again of transfiguration.]
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Warm.
Still absolutely unaware of Gef II.
And 200% sleeping through husky howling.]
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Alucard fails to rouse for the visiting dog, so Gef II heads up the welcoming committee. Sensing his master, he scratches back at the door. The dog gives him an encouraging bark, and Gef II scales the door, beginning to fiddle with the latch.
Sure, it's going to take a while, but they've got nothing but time. In the meanwhile, Hector treats the domain to the song of his people, barks and whines and chuffs and any other noise his newly-canine throat can make.]
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Eventually, the noises do rouse Alucard. He grumbles, standing up to drape a fur over his shoulders, and then he moves to the door. There's more noise. A...dog?
And the fuck is that furry thing fiddling with the latch?!]
--What.
[He's gonna just. Stare for a moment. Drink it all in.]
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