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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?

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[luckyescape]

Why are you in a hurry to put a shirt on?

It's a nice view.

[ananym]

[ alucard smiles politely. she can't miss the hint of fangs. ]

That is kind of you. But I would still prefer one.

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[axi]

[Handsome sure is right. Kaname only hesitates for a moment before answering in kind.]

You should have a room on your ship. If you check the closet, there will be something to suffice for now.

[ananym]

Oh?

[ that's a relief. he relaxes slightly. ]

Thank you. I'll be sure to look for it.

[axi]

No need to thank me, it's a simple enough question to answer. We regularly pass by way stations, so there are basic amenities there including clothing. I hope you're not in the search for something on the fancier side.

[Kaname offers a smile.]

[ananym]

[ waystations. then they were truly traveling among the stars. ]

While I appreciate the finer things, I am willing to be satisfied with what I have.

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[spellsteal]

Ad-- ah... apologies.

[The image of pale skin and angelic hair is enough to rattle Belthazar-- not to mention the gold eyes. For a second, a brief second, he thought...

Belth has gold eyes too, but they glow a bit, and the long thin ears mark him as something definitely not human. He clears his throat and tries to regain his wits.]

Your room should have some basic amenities. Jumpsuits, mostly. You can pick something up on the celestial road, as it were. There might be a tailor or someone else who can help you in the Fleet, too.

[ananym]

[ his eyebrows briefly furrow together because that sounded like a name and for a moment, alucard thought it might be his. but clearly not. he listens to the explanation attentively. ]

I see. I will do my best to keep myself properly supplied and not be a burden.

[ he cocks his head. ]

You are . . . one on the fey?

[spellsteal]

[Adrasteius. Close but not quite, and not the word he wanted anyway, but old habits die hard-- he usually tries to use Father now.]

I think it would take real effort to be a burden in this place. There is something in your neck-- don't touch it-- that gives you the information you need to do your job, supposedly. Mine only tells me how to cook the slop they give us, so it's less useful than a pilot's.

[He blinks.]

The... who? I am a blood elf-- formerly a high elf. The distinction is somewhat recent.

[ananym]

[ to his credit, he doesn't even reach for it. not even unconsciously. ]

An elf. Fascinating. I have never met an elf.

[ alucard says this partly to himself. ]

The fey are fairies. They are precocious creatures at heart. You resemble them slightly, though you are a great deal taller.

[spellsteal]

[This man has incredible self control. Belthazar has days where he wants to knife the damned thing out.]

Lucky, then, that I've met plenty of humans.

[He's surprised at the taller part, and secretly very pleased.]

We have a few stories about wood and water sprites. They can't help their nature.

[ananym]

[ he has to. for the vows he has made and the deeds he will commit to. still alucard chuckles, soft as bells. ]

Do you think I'm human?

[luckyescape]

I think they have some in the draws there. Don't know if they have your size and it might be one of those gray suit things. Otherwise you got some on whatever ship or room you end up on.

[She points at the screen.]

Do your canines ever stab your lip?

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[tough_love]

[Ordinarily nothing about this sort of message would have been enough to catch enough of Looma's interest to warrant a response, but...well, it's just barely managed that. Still, she does look incredibly bored, slumped down in the captain's chair aboard the Bishop, propping her head up on one fist.]

You may be the first arrival to be pulled here half-dressed. Congratulations.

[She's even extending her other three arms, in a half-hearted gesture that matches her general enthusiasm quite well. At least until she's prepared to properly respond to his question.]

Some of the others have already told you where to find clothes, I'm sure. But should you want anything that provides more protection, do not hesitate to request it. I have fewer projects than I would like to keep me occupied.

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[hollowedfaith]

[Libra was about to respond to the broadcast, but there's an odd echo to it, and after a moment he realizes what it is: the ship's internal walls are pretty thin, and even a voice as soft as Alucard's can carry.

It doesn't take much wandering to track down the source, and he smiles politely as he pauses just outside the door.]

Welcome to the Red Fish. You must be our newest passenger.

[ananym]

[ without skipping a beat. ]

No. My skull is shaped slightly differently than humans.

[ananym]

[ a monster? no, unlikely. alucard knew them all, for the most part. and he was essentially, in space. who knew what shape or form creatures took? ]

What would I need protection from?

[ananym]

[ alucard takes a moment to observe the man before relaxing, congenial. his fangs are still very noticeable. ]

I am. My name is Alucard of Wallachia.

[hollowedfaith]

[His gaze definitely pauses on the fangs for a moment, then flickers up to Alucard's hair, looking for taguel ears that aren't there. He doesn't seem to react further than that, at least.]

And I'm Libra, of the Shepherds of Ylisse. [Which Alucard has probably never heard of any more than Libra has heard of Wallachia, but it's nice to see that someone else has the same ideas of what constitutes a polite greeting, at least.] ...I don't know what kind of clothing you're used to, but if the jumpsuits provided by the Atroma aren't to your taste, there will likely be chances to purchase something else when we reach the next world.

[tough_love]

While not frequent, the fleet has come under attack before. There is also the occasional unfriendly element to be found anywhere we stop. More often than not, anyway.

[She doesn't sound too concerned by that, probably because she usually actively seeks out that crowd. It's cathartic.]

You humans happen to be some of the most defenseless beings in the galaxy. With some exceptions, of course. But in my experience they require weapons and proper equipment to pose a threat to anything around them. You arrive here with neither.

[ananym]

[ definitely not a place alucard has even heard of. he wonders where all these people come from. but one thing at a time. ]

Then I will settle for those until I find myself proper clothing.

[ananym]

[ it's weird, people assuming he's human. ]

All I would need is a sword should it come to that. And I am also not human.

[hollowedfaith]

Have you had a chance to look around the ship much yet? I've only been here for a few months myself, but I'm happy to offer what guidance I may if you have questions. The augments help accustom us to technology if needed, but the feeling of having the information placed in your mind is...very strange.

[ananym]

[ "guidance". alucard briefly wonders if the man is a priest. ]

I am . . . passingly familiar with machines, though nothing of this caliber. What is this ship for, if I may ask?

[hollowedfaith]

[It's really not very subtle, given that he's also dressed mostly in loose white clothing and a few pieces of armor. Being a member of the clergy is the kind of thing you're supposed to wear on your sleeve, anyway.]

For traveling between the stars. [He shrugs a little.] We are asked only to go about our lives as we see fit, while the fleet brings us from world to world on these ships. The constant stream of novelty, both in new worlds, new arrivals, and occasionally events staged by our captors, provide entertainment for an unseen audience.

[His tone is mostly neutral as he explains, but there's an undercurrent of discomfort and disapproval.]