[Alucard is indeed home. He's actually inside, deciding to spend the day in the very small bedroom he has in the small cabin former depression hut under a pile of blankets besides the fire. Cozy. Comfortable. Not thinking about the world.
If he must be pulled from that space, Himeka is hardly the worst person to do it. She's doubtlessly come with food, and even if the discussion will be dire, it won't be as terrible as it might be with another.
Which is all to say that by the time Himeka enters the clearing in the woods, Alucard is leaning in the doorway.]
Fortunately for you, yes. Please come in.
[The main room of the cabin is really just a kitchen, all copper cookwear and marble countertops, the cooking ranges an exact copy of the castle back home. There's a smaller area with a fireplace and chairs, but really, this is a space for him to cook and do very little else.]
[ The cabin is, indeed, the very picture of cozy. If she were more the type to sit down and just be, spending a day that way would be lovely. (Enough food and the desire to sleep it off might do it.)
She smiles, glad to see her little journey wasn't in vain. While she would have readily left the treats at his doorstep, her real intention was to have a chat. ]
Ahh, this is great!
[ It's no surprise that she approves of his mostly-kitchen set-up. Himeka doesn't waste a moment as she turns in a circle to take it all in while moving towards the nearest counter. She sets her basket down and for once it's not emanating some strong aroma, but it's definitely full. ]
Is this what your home back on your own star is like?
[While Himeka sets down the basket, Alucard goes over to the cabinets to grab two plates. He places them on the table and sliiiiides them on down before taking one step to his left.]
You never know when you'll need to prepare something.
[ That's her excuse. But it also means that she travels with all the necessary instruments to turn anything into a kitchen. Likely not surprising at this point. ]
Not at all! I'll happily take your recommendation. Meals are best when everyone contributes.
[ Himeka smiles, meaning that with full sincerity. ]
[Look sometimes one's dedication to food is over the top, and sometimes it is just right. Alucard is filing Himeka's in just right territory.
Being given permission to move beyond tea, Alucard instead crouches down to get out a pot, then steps sideways to the spice cabinet. Cinnamon stick. Mace. Three cloves. All spice. Those go in the pot, and then it is only a matter of going to the fridge to get the cider itself.
The comment about things happening invites an all too dry comment from the dhampir as he pours the cider.]
When hasn't much happened? [He sighs, putting the pot on the stove and turning on the burner.] The rock's having tantrums again. What's new?
[ That is honestly the biggest compliment anyone could give her. She could die happy now, thank you!
The motions may be familiar, but that in and of itself is what makes them comforting. Himeka watches Alucard prepare the pot, already looking forward to the aromas that will follow was the ingredients begin to simmer.
Tantrums? Himeka smiles a little at that. ]
It's an old hat for us, isn't it?
[ She crosses her arms and leans forward on the counter. ]
Sometimes it's hard to believe it's been nearly four summers. It feels like less and far too many at the same time.
[ She repeats as if trying it out on her tongue, considering the flavor and feel of the words and thought. And he's right--every time the Singularity decides to act up for whatever reason, something new and often unwelcome happens. ]
The Dimming is coming up, but it's a little strange, isn't it? For the Singularity to be so...grumpy.
[ She's not sure if "grumpy" would be the right word, but several people, including Julia, have ascribed real emotions to it. ]
There are so few of us left. It makes me wonder why us, of all of us, you know?
[The cider comes up to a boil, so Alucard pauses just long enough to turn the burner down to a simmer. It'll go for five minutes. Enough time to infuse the spices but not really enough time for them to steep like he'd want them to. They'll live.
Himeka's not wrong about the Dimming, although the moment of surprise on the dhampir's face shows how much he has remembered about it happening in the first place.]
I had wholly forgotten. But you're correct in that the activity it is manifesting versus the past in these colder months is noteworthy. Concerning as well. Has anyone in Solvunn's leadership made note of this fact? I can assure you that the Free Cities have not.
[But why us indeed. Alucard exhales slowly. That's a much longer question.]
That is a mystery. Nothing about us is especially connected in terms of homespheres or personality or...anything beyond endurance. It is also the only thing I won't begrudge that rock for, as I don't wish to return home.
[ She can't really blame him for forgetting about the Dimming--things hve been increasingly eventful this past year. If not for seasonal holidays (and the community requirements therein in Solvunn), she might have missed the passage of time entirely. ]
It's supposed to be when the Singularity is at it's weakest, [ She reiterates, knowledge they both already have, but sometimes she just feels the need to rehash old dialogue. ] The earthquakes make it feel like the opposite, don't they? Unless this is some sort of...death throes? A dying gasp?
[ But as soon as the words leave her mouth, Himeka shakes her head. ]
Or likely not...I feel like we'd be able to tell.
[ Given how inextricably connected to the Singularity every Summoned is. ]
As with everything in Solvunn, there is talk of the Old Gods. It wouldn't be the first time that tremors and quakes are of their doing, so they say.
[ Himeka shrugs with a half-smile. She's not sure she fully believes it, even if it is well-within their power.
The mention of his home does give her pause. It isn't the first time Alucard has said as much and he's certainly not alone in that feeling, from what she's heard of others. But Himeka is always curious. ]
Even now? After we've seen...
[ That potential future.
One she still feels she owes him for, even if it hasn't technically happened. ]
It's hard to tell if it is an awakening or a death rattle simply because the records aren't there or available to us to help guide our understanding. I think you know more people that can communicate with the thing than I do, and I imagine that if they had a precise read on which way the thing was zigging or zagging, they'd share it.
[Alucard exhales slowly, running everything over in his mind. There has to be logic involved here, but what is the starting point?]
I'd say that the start of heightened activity began back in Ikorr with those swords the vampires there were keen to keep under lock and key. The message left by the deity involved directly preceded those false 800 years. If we take the message left for us by him after those events, perhaps the Singularity expects there to be some direct conflict between us as Summoned and the intentions of Solvunn, the Free Cities, and Thorne. Then it becomes a question of where loyalties lie, but as I say this, it all sounds so...silly. Except for the first part, I believe the timeline for whatever this is having origins in Ikorr isn't wholly wrong.
[The simmering is up. Alucard is quick to take the pot off the stove and pour the cider into two mugs. One has a little bat handle and is all black, the other is a normal mug in the color of honey. He offers Himeka the honey colored one. The bat mug is clearly his.]
Maybe it is the Old Gods in conversation with the Singularity then. I don't doubt the two are interconnected.
[Finally, the dhampir sits himself down opposite Himeka.]
I don't like the idea of becoming a deity. I was raised to place great value on the human side of my heritage. However, Abraxas has let me define myself in ways I prefer and would never be able to back home. I'd rather the risk of apotheosis than going back and being known simply as my father's son, among other things.
[ She nods. He's correct, if there was anything truly amiss, others would raise the alarm bell. Julia in particular, Himeka knows can be counted on. Himeka herself has made an effort to spend more time with the Singularity, but she's had other priorities for some time. ]
Yes, Fred.
[ Is there any reason that Alucard should know that she and Julia have been calling Umbvagher "Fred"? No. Does Himeka think to explain it? Also no. ]
Despite everything we went through, I never got the feeling that he was malicious. Playful, mayhaps to the detriment of mortals, but not...bad, you know?
[ She gladly takes the mug--noting the rather on-point design on Alucard's with a small smile--and simply lets the heat warm the skin of her palms for a moment. ]
Solvunn believes that the Singularity birthed the Old Gods. Mayhaps that's not far from the truth as well? We're connected to both, so it wouldn't surprise me how connected they are to each other as well.
[ Himeka blows a bit of steam from her mug, but doesn't drink it just yet. ]
Yes...we only have to carry so much of our past here as we let it, don't we?
[ She's thought about that a bit as well. When she first arrived, she'd felt more lost with her place and purpose, living in the shadow of a self she couldn't remember but apparently played a big part in events that have irreversibly splintered her reality. The weight of that was too much, even for someone with as heavy a resume as her.
Accepting that past but also understanding she is her own person had taken some time. She can see how Abraxas could help facilitate that with distance. ]
[Alucard has a feeling that they're talking about Umbvagher, but he needs to be entirely sure. The shorthand is appreciated though, as the name is absolutely a mouthful. Then again, who is he to judge when he goes by Alucard?
Finally, he settles down opposite of Himeka, placing the half full pot down on a trivet between them both to make refills either.]
I'd....say that playful to the detriment of mortals counts as slightly malicious, just unintentionally. But let's leave the morality off to one side for now. Based on the message he left for us and that little detail from Solvunn, then I think we have a thread to pull on. Namely, what came first: the Singularity or the Old Gods? Which one preceded the others explains the core of what the Summoned mean for this world and the ultimate relationship between us and that cursed rock.
[It isn't easier to speak of the past in the face of discussing gods and becoming. What it does is provide perspective. Alucard offers a small, pained grin at being just Alucard.]
Precisely so. I know that for others, there are things they need to do back home and their time here has offered distance and perspective, arming them with new ways of resolving their problems. Not having anyone know my past is a luxury I don't want to leave. I like being just Alucard, sometimes builder of buildings and someone who is trying to help the arts sector from bottoming out entirely.
[But that leads to another logical question.]
Would you return to your home sphere, if you could?
[ Himeka looks a Alucard like she isn't sure what he's confused about, just for a few seconds, before she remembers that "Fred" is definitely not a shorthand for Umbvagher. For most people with sense. ]
Oh, yes--Umbvagher.
[ Explanation of why she calls him Fred? Nope. It speaks for itself.
But Alucard does raise a point that she hadn't considered. After taking a sip of the cider--delicious, as expected--she leaves a hand at her chin as she sets the mug back down. ]
You think it's possible that the Singularity was created by the Old Gods?
[ She really had been just assuming it came first, but...there's no reason it had to me that way. The Mother Crystal had been a product of a Primal, after all. Why wouldn't this be any different? Hmm...
Still, he seems content with his decision to stay, to whatever end that truly gives them. And? That's really all that matters. Himeka is a big fan of choosing your own paths and endings, fate be damned. Staying true to yourself can be exceedingly difficult at times, but it's also very important. ]
Alucard, the Curator of Kitchens!
[ Except curator ought to be spelled with a K. She drops her other hand to the table. ]
You've left a lasting impact on many of us here. I'd say your past in Abraxas is one to be proud of.
[ As for her own goals, she lets her head lull to the side as she looks a little past him, taking in the room with a light smile. ]
I plan to. [ Himeka refocuses on him and straightens, sounding entirely confident in the fact she will be returning. ] I spent the first two decades of my life living in a bubble on the sea floor--you've seen it in my domain. There's so much of my star I've yet to see and experience. And I promised someone I would.
[He does have follow up questions, but Fred seems something that is best left alone. So he puts it on the shelf. It is less of a mouthful than Umbvagher at any rate, and he can appreciate that much.]
In a very broad sense, yes. But we don't know enough about their history or the origin point of Singularity to say anything that is meaningful. We just know that they're tied together. In Solvunn, has there been any sense of hierarchy or preference given between the Old Gods and the newer ones? It just occurred to me that we know precious little about the relationship of those two groups to each other. If the newer gods are Summoned and the older ones are not, then that could also give us some clues about the relationship between those older gods and the Singularity.
[He takes another sip of the cider, wondering if there's value in making a chart at some point. There's a vague recollection that some domain has this, but he's not gone there and--
--Alucard tries not to laugh until he's finished his sip of cider. He manages, barely.]
Yes, we'll add that one in as well. Viktor should be acknowledged though, given the number of electronic gadgets he's made for kitchen use.
[He loves the blender so much.]
Then I'll return the compliment and say I appreciate that there are a few others who can look at what has changed from the very beginning.
[Alucard is not surprised that Himeka counts among those who wish to return home.]
[ Alucard does have a way about him that gets Himeka to spend more time analyzing her own initial assumptions. She has a bad habit of thinking that thinking is someone else's responsibility, regardless of her own capabilities. But she can readily share what she has learned simply by living in Solvunn for so long. ]
The New Gods do tend to be more popular with younger folk. I assumed it was just because the Old Gods have already been so ingrained in ritual and culture that traditionalists would lean that way. The Old Gods are responsible for all the basic things we see in the world around us...light, air, water--they kind of are the world in that sense. But they believe that the New Gods were created by those Old Gods to begin a period of change.
[ Though now that she thinks about it... ]
...Which is kind of funny considering they're so afraid of change they don't want to really invoke the New Gods nearly as much.
[ It makes her think back to her early training at Shisui's Palace. The priests had very specific kami they liked to invoke and could never fully explain to Himeka why it was only those that needed the most care. ]
Then Viktor is doing the right work! I know I've gotten spoiled back home with what I could get. Though it is kind of charming cooking in a more rustic environment at the Inn. Did I ever thank you for doing such a good job from my ideas?
[ Her barely legible plans, yes. But she doesn't see it that way.
Himeka smiles at the praise in turn, pausing only to take another sip of her cider. The warmth on her throat and tongue is indeed perfect for this time of year. ]
Back home. [ She does not mention they are dead. ] And I've found it's hard to stay in one place for very long. Not being able to leave Solvunn drives me crazy at times, you know! If I wanted to go fishing in Thavnair but have dinner in Old Sharlayan I could do it in a matter of minutes back home--
[ Oh but now she's thinking. ]
--then again, the food scene in Old Sharlayan is one of the most embarrassing things I've seen for a city of damned scholars. They hold all the knowledge of the world in one place and what do they do with it? Create a loaf of bread that sits like a brick in your stomach and tastes no better than one too. Can you believe it, Alucard? See, that's another reason why I have to go back. They have one good restaurant in the whole place and that just won't do!
[ She shakes her head and reaches for a little rice cake, taking a bite before continuing. ]
If I can help build a cafe at the end of the universe, I can definitely get some stuffy old lectors to appreciate a good sandwich.
[Alucard's really only discusses the gods with Wanda and Himeka, so this level of granular detail is appreciated and new. There's no doubt that the more she shares, the more Alucard realizes he'd truly hate being in Solvunn full time. As it is, this is very fascinating.]
...So let's incorporate that into what we think to be true. If the New Gods are summoned and the Old Gods are said to have been created, then it sounds like the Old Gods have some connection to the Singularity but the particulars are a question mark. Possibly they have some control over it, or the dialog is different. Either way, the old Summoned were brought here to effect change and some thought it was bad, so they're invoked less. If it is a question of being hard to control or cursed - remember the Lunae and their feelings on those swords - then that's something too.
[All of this feels like...something. But what he isn't sure.]
I think you might've, but it is nice to hear again.
[Alucard was at least able to get the gist of what Himeka was going for with the plans. He just knows what one needs for a kitchen, that's easy.]
It is a blessing we all have Nocwich to visit every so often. I don't mind that the Free Cities are limited in scope. They're densely populated, and there's at least the wilderness for me to roam in.
[He stops then, letting Himeka speak more openly of home. That she focuses so much on food is hardly a surprise. Traveling by means of one's stomach is a completely valid approach to life.]
I think you're going to have to start very small first. Fix the bread situation.
[ Himeka taps a nail on the ceramic of her mug while he offers new connections. ]
Well, if Fred is any indication, it may be that they're a little more unpredictable. But to me it just feels like they're very...specialized?
[ There's a pause. ]
Actually--we had some sort of influence on our abilities as gods, didn't we? Like, they weren't wholly unexpected of us.
[ Himeka being so closely related to the hearth, to abundance and feasts all felt very in-character, even if the antithesis ended up being a little on the horrifying side. ]
What if there were still holes left in creation or whatever we want to call what the gods do that they felt they needed more?
[ As for Nocwich, she nods readily and exuberantly. ]
As nice as the Horizon can be, it feels different to see others in person as well, doesn't it? But what is your favorite place to visit in the Free Cities?
[ Their territory is so vast she imagines there has to be some fun places to explore. Now that Solvunn has gained some of the Badlands, Himeka plans on venturing out there herself soon if she can. ]
Ohhh, I plan to...I cannot believe a city on a literal island can't figure out how to make a proper fish bread. Honestly...
[ She shoves another mochi into her mouth, silencing further complaints. Then remembers that she came here to share it. ]
Here, try some! They're traditional in Hingashi back on my star.
I think that in a way, the New Gods are still closer to their original selves. Fred seemed...very human, in his way.
[The question of influence, however, gets a sort of ehhhn gesture from the dhampir. A waggle of the hand going either way.]
I'd argue that they were based on some part of the reputations we have now or built for ourselves. I'm mostly identified through my architecture work these days and behold, that is what I was associated with. Belief was forged out of genuine actions. So I'd push back on that a bit.
[Where to go in the Free Cities. Alucard considers this, resting his chin in his hand. The other hovers over the mug of cider, absorbing the warmth.]
The Red Path is a remarkable desert spot, full of flowers and wildlife. Walking through it is good for recentering oneself.
[Fish bread. Sure. Okay that's normal enough and--]
He does. I wonder if that's why he was so keen on reaching out to us?
[ Albeit in his own...unique way. ]
The reputations we've built for ourselves...
[ Himeka glances towards the snacks that she's created. This always has been herself, hasn't it? Her entire impetus to first travel to far off lands even beyond the Ruby Sea was a culinary venture. Nevermind all the magical growth and world-saving that went alongside that journey--food is her true love.
So she has to wonder, Have I never changed?
Or is her food just that good? ]
Well, I rather enjoy Alucard the Architect. And the chef.
[ She toasts to him with her mug before taking a much bigger drink, now that it's had a minute or two to cool. ]
Oh? Flowers are always lovely. Are they all red?
[ Thankfully the treats she prepared are not fish flavored. Alucard will find simple mochi with red bean paste, a light pudding or strawberries in the daifuku, and colorful nerikiri soaked in less traditional honey. ]
[Alucard's hunch leans towards yes, if only because he must see what is being done and it pings a note of familiarity. Speculating about that out loud though feels like an invitation to be contradicted, and Alucard is not especially inclined to enable that right now. So he lets it go.
In that time, it is clear that Himeka is also thinking, so he lets a comfortable silence settle for a few moments.
To hell with it. He clinks his mug against hers.
I also enjoy being that person instead of others.]
No, the flowers have a wide variety of colors, don't worry.
[He starts with the mochi, taking a bite and considering the texture. It is different. Not in a bad way or a good way, just in a Different way.]
That's a lot of versatility for a simple starch. Consider me impressed with the wide application and how well you are at wielding it.
Well, I wouldn't be surprise if this wasn't the last we'll hear of him.
[ It feels like once he got the Summoned's attention he has been more than willing to use it however he deems fit. Himeka knows that, inherently, being a trickster means that she ought not to trust him. But a part of her hopes that he's doing this not for his amusement, but because he genuinely cares about the Summoned. People he may have been before.
Only time will tell. Strangely, Koth is a bit easier to understand. ]
Well, I'd like to see it someday regardless. Anytime some place is given a name means that it was important to someone.
[ As such, she loves maps and road signs, even if she's keen on wandering about on a whim. Names can carry a lot of weigh and love.
Himeka drinks a bit more as he tries the mochi, always curious about his thoughts as a chef from a different tradition. She beams at his appraisal. ]
Isn't it amazing? You pound it with a mallet and fold it until you get the right consistency. The dragonets helped.
[ She's still teaching them all sorts of new cooking tricks in her domain. She flexes the arm that isn't holding her mug. ]
No, I don't think it is either. Especially if he was trapped with those swords for so long.
[Alucard has a vague concern that they need to worry about that too. About humans finding ways to trick and trap and manipulate them once they're more than human. But maybe that was always a false lead and Fred had just taken advantage of a legend.]
Perhaps one day. In happier circumstances.
[His only visit to Solvunn was under the most dire, after all.]
...Oh, there's hammers involved? [His eyes widen, fascinated.] I assume that it is similar to kneading a bread dough, but why the need for such force? Or is it simple what is required for the texture?
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former depression hutunder a pile of blankets besides the fire. Cozy. Comfortable. Not thinking about the world.If he must be pulled from that space, Himeka is hardly the worst person to do it. She's doubtlessly come with food, and even if the discussion will be dire, it won't be as terrible as it might be with another.
Which is all to say that by the time Himeka enters the clearing in the woods, Alucard is leaning in the doorway.]
Fortunately for you, yes. Please come in.
[The main room of the cabin is really just a kitchen, all copper cookwear and marble countertops, the cooking ranges an exact copy of the castle back home. There's a smaller area with a fireplace and chairs, but really, this is a space for him to cook and do very little else.]
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She smiles, glad to see her little journey wasn't in vain. While she would have readily left the treats at his doorstep, her real intention was to have a chat. ]
Ahh, this is great!
[ It's no surprise that she approves of his mostly-kitchen set-up. Himeka doesn't waste a moment as she turns in a circle to take it all in while moving towards the nearest counter. She sets her basket down and for once it's not emanating some strong aroma, but it's definitely full. ]
Is this what your home back on your own star is like?
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[While Himeka sets down the basket, Alucard goes over to the cabinets to grab two plates. He places them on the table and sliiiiides them on down before taking one step to his left.]
What would you like to drink? Tea, coffee, wine?
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I've definitely experimented in more dubious kitchens.
[ One of these days, she should really show him her little portable oven and stove that she received from the Culinarian's Guild.
For now, she starts to unpack her own wares--a vibrant collection of delicately constructed wagashi. ]
I think tea would go best with these. Nothing too overpowering? Something wintery.
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[Alucard's response is warm though, meaning he cares not an inch. He turns over his shoulder for just a moment, catching sight of the wagashi.]
I'll see what I have. Truthfully, I'd consider a warmed cider instead of tea. Or would apple be too overpowering?
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[ That's her excuse. But it also means that she travels with all the necessary instruments to turn anything into a kitchen. Likely not surprising at this point. ]
Not at all! I'll happily take your recommendation. Meals are best when everyone contributes.
[ Himeka smiles, meaning that with full sincerity. ]
How have you been? I feel...much has happened.
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Being given permission to move beyond tea, Alucard instead crouches down to get out a pot, then steps sideways to the spice cabinet. Cinnamon stick. Mace. Three cloves. All spice. Those go in the pot, and then it is only a matter of going to the fridge to get the cider itself.
The comment about things happening invites an all too dry comment from the dhampir as he pours the cider.]
When hasn't much happened? [He sighs, putting the pot on the stove and turning on the burner.] The rock's having tantrums again. What's new?
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The motions may be familiar, but that in and of itself is what makes them comforting. Himeka watches Alucard prepare the pot, already looking forward to the aromas that will follow was the ingredients begin to simmer.
Tantrums? Himeka smiles a little at that. ]
It's an old hat for us, isn't it?
[ She crosses her arms and leans forward on the counter. ]
Sometimes it's hard to believe it's been nearly four summers. It feels like less and far too many at the same time.
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Alucard hovers by the stove to keep an eye on the pot, but turns so he is facing Himeka for this discussion.]
It'd be old hat if the after effects of the rock's tantrums were easy to predict. Such as it is, we are forced to endure surprise after surprise.
[The distaste in his tone is all too clear.]
You're not wrong about the passage of time though. I feel like everyone marks it, but it has a different texture for those of us that were here first.
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[ She repeats as if trying it out on her tongue, considering the flavor and feel of the words and thought. And he's right--every time the Singularity decides to act up for whatever reason, something new and often unwelcome happens. ]
The Dimming is coming up, but it's a little strange, isn't it? For the Singularity to be so...grumpy.
[ She's not sure if "grumpy" would be the right word, but several people, including Julia, have ascribed real emotions to it. ]
There are so few of us left. It makes me wonder why us, of all of us, you know?
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Himeka's not wrong about the Dimming, although the moment of surprise on the dhampir's face shows how much he has remembered about it happening in the first place.]
I had wholly forgotten. But you're correct in that the activity it is manifesting versus the past in these colder months is noteworthy. Concerning as well. Has anyone in Solvunn's leadership made note of this fact? I can assure you that the Free Cities have not.
[But why us indeed. Alucard exhales slowly. That's a much longer question.]
That is a mystery. Nothing about us is especially connected in terms of homespheres or personality or...anything beyond endurance. It is also the only thing I won't begrudge that rock for, as I don't wish to return home.
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It's supposed to be when the Singularity is at it's weakest, [ She reiterates, knowledge they both already have, but sometimes she just feels the need to rehash old dialogue. ] The earthquakes make it feel like the opposite, don't they? Unless this is some sort of...death throes? A dying gasp?
[ But as soon as the words leave her mouth, Himeka shakes her head. ]
Or likely not...I feel like we'd be able to tell.
[ Given how inextricably connected to the Singularity every Summoned is. ]
As with everything in Solvunn, there is talk of the Old Gods. It wouldn't be the first time that tremors and quakes are of their doing, so they say.
[ Himeka shrugs with a half-smile. She's not sure she fully believes it, even if it is well-within their power.
The mention of his home does give her pause. It isn't the first time Alucard has said as much and he's certainly not alone in that feeling, from what she's heard of others. But Himeka is always curious. ]
Even now? After we've seen...
[ That potential future.
One she still feels she owes him for, even if it hasn't technically happened. ]
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[Alucard exhales slowly, running everything over in his mind. There has to be logic involved here, but what is the starting point?]
I'd say that the start of heightened activity began back in Ikorr with those swords the vampires there were keen to keep under lock and key. The message left by the deity involved directly preceded those false 800 years. If we take the message left for us by him after those events, perhaps the Singularity expects there to be some direct conflict between us as Summoned and the intentions of Solvunn, the Free Cities, and Thorne. Then it becomes a question of where loyalties lie, but as I say this, it all sounds so...silly. Except for the first part, I believe the timeline for whatever this is having origins in Ikorr isn't wholly wrong.
[The simmering is up. Alucard is quick to take the pot off the stove and pour the cider into two mugs. One has a little bat handle and is all black, the other is a normal mug in the color of honey. He offers Himeka the honey colored one. The bat mug is clearly his.]
Maybe it is the Old Gods in conversation with the Singularity then. I don't doubt the two are interconnected.
[Finally, the dhampir sits himself down opposite Himeka.]
I don't like the idea of becoming a deity. I was raised to place great value on the human side of my heritage. However, Abraxas has let me define myself in ways I prefer and would never be able to back home. I'd rather the risk of apotheosis than going back and being known simply as my father's son, among other things.
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Yes, Fred.
[ Is there any reason that Alucard should know that she and Julia have been calling Umbvagher "Fred"? No. Does Himeka think to explain it? Also no. ]
Despite everything we went through, I never got the feeling that he was malicious. Playful, mayhaps to the detriment of mortals, but not...bad, you know?
[ She gladly takes the mug--noting the rather on-point design on Alucard's with a small smile--and simply lets the heat warm the skin of her palms for a moment. ]
Solvunn believes that the Singularity birthed the Old Gods. Mayhaps that's not far from the truth as well? We're connected to both, so it wouldn't surprise me how connected they are to each other as well.
[ Himeka blows a bit of steam from her mug, but doesn't drink it just yet. ]
Yes...we only have to carry so much of our past here as we let it, don't we?
[ She's thought about that a bit as well. When she first arrived, she'd felt more lost with her place and purpose, living in the shadow of a self she couldn't remember but apparently played a big part in events that have irreversibly splintered her reality. The weight of that was too much, even for someone with as heavy a resume as her.
Accepting that past but also understanding she is her own person had taken some time. She can see how Abraxas could help facilitate that with distance. ]
Here you can be just "Alucard".
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[Alucard has a feeling that they're talking about Umbvagher, but he needs to be entirely sure. The shorthand is appreciated though, as the name is absolutely a mouthful. Then again, who is he to judge when he goes by Alucard?
Finally, he settles down opposite of Himeka, placing the half full pot down on a trivet between them both to make refills either.]
I'd....say that playful to the detriment of mortals counts as slightly malicious, just unintentionally. But let's leave the morality off to one side for now. Based on the message he left for us and that little detail from Solvunn, then I think we have a thread to pull on. Namely, what came first: the Singularity or the Old Gods? Which one preceded the others explains the core of what the Summoned mean for this world and the ultimate relationship between us and that cursed rock.
[It isn't easier to speak of the past in the face of discussing gods and becoming. What it does is provide perspective. Alucard offers a small, pained grin at being just Alucard.]
Precisely so. I know that for others, there are things they need to do back home and their time here has offered distance and perspective, arming them with new ways of resolving their problems. Not having anyone know my past is a luxury I don't want to leave. I like being just Alucard, sometimes builder of buildings and someone who is trying to help the arts sector from bottoming out entirely.
[But that leads to another logical question.]
Would you return to your home sphere, if you could?
[Finally, he takes a sip of the cider.]
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Oh, yes--Umbvagher.
[ Explanation of why she calls him Fred? Nope. It speaks for itself.
But Alucard does raise a point that she hadn't considered. After taking a sip of the cider--delicious, as expected--she leaves a hand at her chin as she sets the mug back down. ]
You think it's possible that the Singularity was created by the Old Gods?
[ She really had been just assuming it came first, but...there's no reason it had to me that way. The Mother Crystal had been a product of a Primal, after all. Why wouldn't this be any different? Hmm...
Still, he seems content with his decision to stay, to whatever end that truly gives them. And? That's really all that matters. Himeka is a big fan of choosing your own paths and endings, fate be damned. Staying true to yourself can be exceedingly difficult at times, but it's also very important. ]
Alucard, the Curator of Kitchens!
[ Except curator ought to be spelled with a K. She drops her other hand to the table. ]
You've left a lasting impact on many of us here. I'd say your past in Abraxas is one to be proud of.
[ As for her own goals, she lets her head lull to the side as she looks a little past him, taking in the room with a light smile. ]
I plan to. [ Himeka refocuses on him and straightens, sounding entirely confident in the fact she will be returning. ] I spent the first two decades of my life living in a bubble on the sea floor--you've seen it in my domain. There's so much of my star I've yet to see and experience. And I promised someone I would.
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[He does have follow up questions, but Fred seems something that is best left alone. So he puts it on the shelf. It is less of a mouthful than Umbvagher at any rate, and he can appreciate that much.]
In a very broad sense, yes. But we don't know enough about their history or the origin point of Singularity to say anything that is meaningful. We just know that they're tied together. In Solvunn, has there been any sense of hierarchy or preference given between the Old Gods and the newer ones? It just occurred to me that we know precious little about the relationship of those two groups to each other. If the newer gods are Summoned and the older ones are not, then that could also give us some clues about the relationship between those older gods and the Singularity.
[He takes another sip of the cider, wondering if there's value in making a chart at some point. There's a vague recollection that some domain has this, but he's not gone there and--
--Alucard tries not to laugh until he's finished his sip of cider. He manages, barely.]
Yes, we'll add that one in as well. Viktor should be acknowledged though, given the number of electronic gadgets he's made for kitchen use.
[He loves the blender so much.]
Then I'll return the compliment and say I appreciate that there are a few others who can look at what has changed from the very beginning.
[Alucard is not surprised that Himeka counts among those who wish to return home.]
Someone here or someone back home?
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The New Gods do tend to be more popular with younger folk. I assumed it was just because the Old Gods have already been so ingrained in ritual and culture that traditionalists would lean that way. The Old Gods are responsible for all the basic things we see in the world around us...light, air, water--they kind of are the world in that sense. But they believe that the New Gods were created by those Old Gods to begin a period of change.
[ Though now that she thinks about it... ]
...Which is kind of funny considering they're so afraid of change they don't want to really invoke the New Gods nearly as much.
[ It makes her think back to her early training at Shisui's Palace. The priests had very specific kami they liked to invoke and could never fully explain to Himeka why it was only those that needed the most care. ]
Then Viktor is doing the right work! I know I've gotten spoiled back home with what I could get. Though it is kind of charming cooking in a more rustic environment at the Inn. Did I ever thank you for doing such a good job from my ideas?
[ Her barely legible plans, yes. But she doesn't see it that way.
Himeka smiles at the praise in turn, pausing only to take another sip of her cider. The warmth on her throat and tongue is indeed perfect for this time of year. ]
Back home. [ She does not mention they are dead. ] And I've found it's hard to stay in one place for very long. Not being able to leave Solvunn drives me crazy at times, you know! If I wanted to go fishing in Thavnair but have dinner in Old Sharlayan I could do it in a matter of minutes back home--
[ Oh but now she's thinking. ]
--then again, the food scene in Old Sharlayan is one of the most embarrassing things I've seen for a city of damned scholars. They hold all the knowledge of the world in one place and what do they do with it? Create a loaf of bread that sits like a brick in your stomach and tastes no better than one too. Can you believe it, Alucard? See, that's another reason why I have to go back. They have one good restaurant in the whole place and that just won't do!
[ She shakes her head and reaches for a little rice cake, taking a bite before continuing. ]
If I can help build a cafe at the end of the universe, I can definitely get some stuffy old lectors to appreciate a good sandwich.
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...So let's incorporate that into what we think to be true. If the New Gods are summoned and the Old Gods are said to have been created, then it sounds like the Old Gods have some connection to the Singularity but the particulars are a question mark. Possibly they have some control over it, or the dialog is different. Either way, the old Summoned were brought here to effect change and some thought it was bad, so they're invoked less. If it is a question of being hard to control or cursed - remember the Lunae and their feelings on those swords - then that's something too.
[All of this feels like...something. But what he isn't sure.]
I think you might've, but it is nice to hear again.
[Alucard was at least able to get the gist of what Himeka was going for with the plans. He just knows what one needs for a kitchen, that's easy.]
It is a blessing we all have Nocwich to visit every so often. I don't mind that the Free Cities are limited in scope. They're densely populated, and there's at least the wilderness for me to roam in.
[He stops then, letting Himeka speak more openly of home. That she focuses so much on food is hardly a surprise. Traveling by means of one's stomach is a completely valid approach to life.]
I think you're going to have to start very small first. Fix the bread situation.
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Well, if Fred is any indication, it may be that they're a little more unpredictable. But to me it just feels like they're very...specialized?
[ There's a pause. ]
Actually--we had some sort of influence on our abilities as gods, didn't we? Like, they weren't wholly unexpected of us.
[ Himeka being so closely related to the hearth, to abundance and feasts all felt very in-character, even if the antithesis ended up being a little on the horrifying side. ]
What if there were still holes left in creation or whatever we want to call what the gods do that they felt they needed more?
[ As for Nocwich, she nods readily and exuberantly. ]
As nice as the Horizon can be, it feels different to see others in person as well, doesn't it? But what is your favorite place to visit in the Free Cities?
[ Their territory is so vast she imagines there has to be some fun places to explore. Now that Solvunn has gained some of the Badlands, Himeka plans on venturing out there herself soon if she can. ]
Ohhh, I plan to...I cannot believe a city on a literal island can't figure out how to make a proper fish bread. Honestly...
[ She shoves another mochi into her mouth, silencing further complaints. Then remembers that she came here to share it. ]
Here, try some! They're traditional in Hingashi back on my star.
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[The question of influence, however, gets a sort of ehhhn gesture from the dhampir. A waggle of the hand going either way.]
I'd argue that they were based on some part of the reputations we have now or built for ourselves. I'm mostly identified through my architecture work these days and behold, that is what I was associated with. Belief was forged out of genuine actions. So I'd push back on that a bit.
[Where to go in the Free Cities. Alucard considers this, resting his chin in his hand. The other hovers over the mug of cider, absorbing the warmth.]
The Red Path is a remarkable desert spot, full of flowers and wildlife. Walking through it is good for recentering oneself.
[Fish bread. Sure. Okay that's normal enough and--]
Ah, yes, please.
[...nom?]
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[ Albeit in his own...unique way. ]
The reputations we've built for ourselves...
[ Himeka glances towards the snacks that she's created. This always has been herself, hasn't it? Her entire impetus to first travel to far off lands even beyond the Ruby Sea was a culinary venture. Nevermind all the magical growth and world-saving that went alongside that journey--food is her true love.
So she has to wonder, Have I never changed?
Or is her food just that good? ]
Well, I rather enjoy Alucard the Architect. And the chef.
[ She toasts to him with her mug before taking a much bigger drink, now that it's had a minute or two to cool. ]
Oh? Flowers are always lovely. Are they all red?
[ Thankfully the treats she prepared are not fish flavored. Alucard will find simple mochi with red bean paste, a light pudding or strawberries in the daifuku, and colorful nerikiri soaked in less traditional honey. ]
All are made from rice. What do you think?
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[Alucard's hunch leans towards yes, if only because he must see what is being done and it pings a note of familiarity. Speculating about that out loud though feels like an invitation to be contradicted, and Alucard is not especially inclined to enable that right now. So he lets it go.
In that time, it is clear that Himeka is also thinking, so he lets a comfortable silence settle for a few moments.
To hell with it. He clinks his mug against hers.
I also enjoy being that person instead of others.]
No, the flowers have a wide variety of colors, don't worry.
[He starts with the mochi, taking a bite and considering the texture. It is different. Not in a bad way or a good way, just in a Different way.]
That's a lot of versatility for a simple starch. Consider me impressed with the wide application and how well you are at wielding it.
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[ It feels like once he got the Summoned's attention he has been more than willing to use it however he deems fit. Himeka knows that, inherently, being a trickster means that she ought not to trust him. But a part of her hopes that he's doing this not for his amusement, but because he genuinely cares about the Summoned. People he may have been before.
Only time will tell. Strangely, Koth is a bit easier to understand. ]
Well, I'd like to see it someday regardless. Anytime some place is given a name means that it was important to someone.
[ As such, she loves maps and road signs, even if she's keen on wandering about on a whim. Names can carry a lot of weigh and love.
Himeka drinks a bit more as he tries the mochi, always curious about his thoughts as a chef from a different tradition. She beams at his appraisal. ]
Isn't it amazing? You pound it with a mallet and fold it until you get the right consistency. The dragonets helped.
[ She's still teaching them all sorts of new cooking tricks in her domain. She flexes the arm that isn't holding her mug. ]
It's a good workout.
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[Alucard has a vague concern that they need to worry about that too. About humans finding ways to trick and trap and manipulate them once they're more than human. But maybe that was always a false lead and Fred had just taken advantage of a legend.]
Perhaps one day. In happier circumstances.
[His only visit to Solvunn was under the most dire, after all.]
...Oh, there's hammers involved? [His eyes widen, fascinated.] I assume that it is similar to kneading a bread dough, but why the need for such force? Or is it simple what is required for the texture?
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