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[ananym]

Who: Alucard + You
Broadcast: Yes!
Action: SS Red Fish
When: Right now!

[ broadcast. ]

[ when alucard woke up, he saw metal and wondered briefly if he was trapped in another coffin. but clarity comes soon after and he notices the bright, strange lights. similar to the kind that reside in his father's castle but . . . better developed. smoother, even. alucard rises into the air before letting his feet touch the ground. strange as this may seem, alucard isn't one to panic. answers will come and he will find them. at the very least, this does not seem to be his father's work.

one could consider that a mercy.

after some time, alucard finally finds the communicator and manages to turn it on. people would notice immediately that he is extremely pale and handsome. they would also notice he's bare chested. when he speaks, it's polite and soft. ]

Greetings.

[ a pause as alucard wonders if it is working. still he forges on. ]

I seem to be missing a few of my clothes. Particularly my shirt. Where might I find some?

Comments

[ananym]

And what would that be? The shit that people get up to?

[abracafcku]

Nooo idea, my man. Other than what me and Lup've gotten up to, I don't have a window into the lives of all the other nerds on this Fleet. Probably the usual stuff though - fights, drama, being boring, romance, pranks, who knows.

[ananym]

[ he frowns. it doesn't even make a dent on his face. ]

I'm unlikely to fulfill much of that criteria.

[abracafcku]

So what're you going to do here? Sit in your room and brood in the darkness?

[ananym]

That seems like an odd activity, but no.

I have goals to fulfill.

[abracafcku]

Care to share, my man?

[ananym]

There is someone I need to kill.

[abracafcku]

Wow, you've been here like what...twenty minutes? And you already have a death vendetta?

[ananym]

[ he's going to give taako a minute to comprehend what he said. ]

[abracafcku]

[Taako's an idiot, Alucard, don't expect him to comprehend anything. He just stares back for a second and then shrugs.]

I guess a guy's gotta have hobbies, even if it's killing people.

[ananym]

Person, singular.

And they are not here. Obviously.

[abracafcku]

Then that's a worse hobby than I thought. You can't even do it here. Talk about all the foreplay and none of the satisfaction.

[ananym]

You have unusual ideas of foreplay.

And that hardly matters. It gives me time to consider my plans. And build my arsenal if necessary.

[abracafcku]

Don't kinkshame me. We don't know each other well enough for that yet.

[He's grinning though, so his admonishment carries very little weight.]

But you do know you probably won't be able to take shit out of here, right? Most people leave everything behind when they go.

[ananym]

Everything? Are you sure?

[ and even if that were true, alucard is sure there would be loop holes. ]

[abracafcku]

Nope, that's why I said "probably." Someone was crying on the network awhile ago and someone going home and how their stuff was here.

Just giving you a heads-up, my dude. Didn't want you to head on home thinkin' you've gotten some rad badass sword to stick in someone's face and be disappointed.

[ananym]

[ that's depressing. ]

I'll not hinge my entire victory on a weapon. I simply am willing to look at alternatives.

[abracafcku]

Never a bad idea to diversify your portfolio, huh? So what kinda "alternatives" are you looking for? Magic? Punching? Divine intervention?

[ananym]

I am not sure yet.

[ merely that he'll keep his options open. ]

Perhaps the stars will hold their own answers.

[abracafcku]

Laser rifles then.

[Because he's heard those are a thing?]

Or a giant mounted cannon.

[ananym]

That would be beneficial.

But I doubt they'd work on my world.

[abracafcku]

Oh yeah, probably not, huh.

[But?]

But you could probably have one hell of time here playing with them, right, my man? Just boom boom boom! Lights and fire and fucking explosions lighting up the sky.

[ananym]

I think I will leave to the more violent-minded.

[abracafcku]

You literally just said your only goal-slash-hobby is killing someone, my dude.

[ananym]

Just one though.

And it is more of a matter of life on Earth than a personal vendetta.