driftfleet | Libuscha IV System Mingle (no. 1)

[ i. running with wolves ]

[ honestly, getting off the ship was a godsend. not that alucard had any gods to thank, being a faithless abomination. or whatever it is the gods have decided he would be. he doesn't give it much thought. all he knew was that he seemed to have traded one coffin for another and it kept him from his goals. so coming to a planet was a relief.

so he ran.

not in his usual form but as a white wolf. his paws dug into the ground as he ran, fast, a blur in the night before finding himself in a snowy field. he slows down to a trot and then flops on the ground with a quiet whine, basking in the silence. ]

[ ii. ice sculpture. ]

[ one of the few things alucard was good at, which didn't lend itself to death and warfare . . . was art. it was one of the few skills he didn't inherit from his parents, his and his alone. unique. like himself. after alucard performs some errant jobs like bodyguarding and ice-harvesting, he finds himself a quiet corner and a large slab of ice as tall as himself. then with a chisel, he gets to work.

once it's done, it has taken the form of this woman with alucard gazing at it with a soft expression. ]

[ iii. bodyguarding ]

[ money makes the world go round. or so it is said. which is why alucard volunteers to bodyguard. he likes protecting people and he is nigh invulnerable. which people obviously don't realize from the start as he is attacked in broad daylight, protecting his charge.

attacked may be putting it strongly. the man punches alucard in the face before drawing his hand back in pain, his hand broken. when alucard's charge scuttles off, alucard pulls the man aside and bandages his hand, the way his mother taught him to. ]

Reckless. You should think about giving up common theft. It will not end well for you.

[ iv. the cold never bothered him anyway. ]

[ he's not sure what possessed him to make his way down to the tree. perhaps legends attract legends. perhaps he is still looking for a way out. still, for all his vaunted honesty, alucard finds himself hesitating, glancing at whoever is nearby. ]

Perhaps if we trade secrets together, it will not hurt as much.

[ v. wildcard! ]

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Edited 2018-11-15 03:53 (UTC)

[While he wasn't present for the entire creation, Remy had been close enough to see the final touches being put into place on the sculpture.

And then to feel like he was invading a rather private moment in a public place.

Remy cleared his throat, giving Alucard a moment to come out of his own thoughts before interrupting it with words.] Ya got quite a talent there. She's lovely.

Thank you.

[ art was one of the few talents that was solely his. not his father's or mother's. ]

She was my mother.

[Oh. Not Remy's first guess but... now he thinks about it... he can get that. Dieu, he missed Mattie.

Though that 'was' told another story other than just missing someone important.] 'm sorry. [He half mumbled out, not sure how sensitive the topic was, and tried to move it away from mourning to something more neutral, as it just felt like too personal of a topic to talk to someone who was a stranger.] She seems to be a rather fine muse for ya. Ice can't be an easy medium to use. [Remy may not be able to do art, but he knows quite a bit about it.

It kind of came with the whole territory of stealing it.]

[ alucard accepts the easy sentiment. ]

I have my tools for sculpture with me.

[ he raises his hand, letting the nails elongate. ]

[There is a long moment of pause at the sight of those claws, and though his face stayed neutral, a number of answers ran through Remy's head. Not all of them were suitable, and even if they amused him, he wasn't sure if they would Alucard.] I was thinkin' more how unforgivin' it be if something goes wrong, kinda like workin' with stone, but I see ya point, [Ha, point. You know, long sharp nails... hm, yeah, he doesn't want to get on the wrong side of those. It was a little too similar to angering Wolverine.] 'bout being well equipped.

[ alucard shrinks them back to their normal size. ]

An unforgiving element only means you must persevere harder. And I'm not one to give up.

That's quite a motivational quote. [A little sarcastic, but Remy couldn't help it, really, it was just too built into him. Though, he did get it, even if it wasn't in regards to art.] Though it be how ya get to be a master at something.

Ya were an artist back home? Before the whole kidnapped by alien thing, that be.

[ alucard's hair falls over his face. he tucks some of it back with a smooth motion. ]

I have no earned qualifications if that's what you're asking. I simply enjoyed it.

Don't need an education to be good at something. [Though, that only adds even more merit to the quality of work then, and that deserved being mentioned.] 'nd the fact ya ain't actually makes this even better, says a lot 'bout bein' self taught 'nd producin' work like this.

Shame ya can't sell it, bein' that it won't last. [Or maybe it would? Did this planet even have a summer?]

[ oh right, money. that's a thing people are concerned with. ]

I doubt it'll fetch a high price.

Be amazed what sells. [Honestly, he may deal in art a lot but... Remy didn't always get it. Like, seriously didn't get it. But as long as someone else wanted it, he would be in a job whenever he got back home.]

Ah, merde, manners. [Really, so rude Remy.] 'm Remy, nice to meet ya.

[ alucard supposes he would be. since his life experience is minimal. ]

I am known as Alucard.

[Now, Remy was a creature of modern pop cultural knowledge for his time, enough to have to pause at the name, flipping it around and associating it with... well...

Huh.]

Ya pretty new to the Fleet, right? [He does keep an eye on new comers, even if he doesn't always greet them.] Hopefully settlin' in fine.

[ yeppp. ]

I have only just arrived, but I have had no issues.

[Talkative type, wasn't he?] Glad to hear.

I would say ya need an agent, or a manager, someone to represent ya art, think ya could do well. Though, suppose all depends on the planets we land on 'nd their taste. Or if ya even 'nterested in it all. [They, some artists weren't, some just did it for the sake of the craft. A shame if this was the case, Alucard had a real talent, but hey, everyone to their own.

A shame it wasn't really suitable for the Space Bar. It felt a little too high class for that place.]

[ he cocks his head with that. ]

But why would I need to?

[Huh, what?] As in why ya would need a manager? Or why ya need money from a sale? [Hey, good to sort out which. Remy had came from a previous 'stolen by aliens' situation where there had been no money, everything was free. Who knows, maybe Alucard had a similar situation.

Or just never needed it at home. Or thought about it at home. Any of those.]

I understand the convenience of money, though I doubt my art is worth selling.

[ he doesn't make art on a lot of subjects after all. he can't imagine it being very compelling. ]

I mean, ya seem to have a good grip on human form, 'nd there always be someone out there wantin' a piece 'bout themselves. Kinda like the folk who get portraits of themselves done up 'nd hung where everyone can see them.

Or could rent yaself out to do fancy ice sculptures for parties. [Who knows if those nails of his could get through something more sturdy, like stone. It would be good information to know, provided none of it was aimed at Remy.]

Those sound like fine business opportunities, but I think I shall pass. I doubt I can go into commercialized art.

[ it is a little too close to what artists did for the church and alucard isn't the church's biggest fan right now. ]

[Yup, they tend to share a few traits, including self importance and the need to show it off to others.

Remy shrugged off the suggestion then. He wasn't there to pressure Alucard into anything he didn't want to, more just wanting to pass on an idea than anything. And to still admire that art. He didn't get a chance to do a lot of art shopping or appreciation now days, and certainly not in the same ways he use to.] Not a bad hobby to have 'nstead then.

Hopefully see a few more of ya pieces before we head off planet. Never know when will come 'cross 'nother with so much ice to work with.

I don't know how much art I'll be making.

[ this had been a moment of whimsy, nothing more. ]

[Sorey's been...kind of loitering around the ice tree. He hasn't been trying to eavesdrop on people's efforts, but when his own have all failed he can't help but seek out clues as to why.]

Do you think so...? [Maybe that was it? What he unburdened himself with wasn't enough?]

[ his gaze flits back to the tree. ]

Or so the legend goes. But I'm not one to dismiss legend from truth.

Libuscha IV System Mingle (no. 1)

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