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reverielogs2018-07-08 12:13 am
reposing) wrote in reverielogs2018-07-08 12:13 am
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❧ every night, i dream you're still here; OPEN
» WHO? Alucard & OPEN
» WHEN? Post-event, 7/8 - 7/13
» WHERE? Various locations, primarily the clinic and Alucard's room.
» WHAT? It was too soon to say that the replicators were safe for Alucard. All too soon. After the events of the week, he becomes terribly sick, in need of fresh blood, and sees a ghost.
» WARNINGS? A lot of blood and vomiting.
❧ i. blood test | closed to CONNOR | 7/8
[So much guilt weighs on his heart now that his mind and body are clearer. The music has stopped, and all of the effects from both that and whatever chemicals were in both the replicators and water supply seems to have faded. Still, it does nothing to clear his conscience; he'd been cruel with his words, aggressive, and had simply taken whatever he wanted without thought.
If he could, he would shut himself away from the rest of the station to pay for his sins, but he can't do that forever. That, and he needs to reconcile to some degree.
In the first order of business, he's sent a message asking for Connor to meet him in his room. The interior is not unlike any of the other family rooms in terms of layout, but it is evident that Alucard has taken such immense time to scrub everything that he could to remove the grime. There is an arrangement of items on a desk: an odd looking thick cord, one bottle of seemingly ordinary water, and the other bottle of water seems to glow in some way. Next to the bed is a coffin, very traditionally vampiric.
When Connor enters, Alucard is bowing his head in greeting, quiet, not able to quite meet his gaze. In his hand, a container of blood to be tested.]
I appreciate you doing this.
[It's not an apology yet. Honestly, he wouldn't have been offended if Connor decided to not associate himself with Alucard ever again.]
❧ ii. repulsion | OPEN to ONE RESPONSE | 7/8
[It'd been maybe an hour at best since he'd ingested the blood that Connor had confirmed was in the clear. The conversation had left him still feeling unsettled, but it was about as far as he could go with it for right now. At the end of it, it doesn't matter how Alucard feels. He has to do right by him, and everyone else he's harmed.
At first when he feels the pain in his stomach, Alucard assumed it was due to how horrendous he felt emotionally. It would've been no surprise, but the aches become worse. He feels... nauseated.
Feeling sick is such a foreign sensation that he almost doesn't know what to do with himself. He can't regenerate from it, he can't ignore it, he can't control it. Alucard stumbles away from the clinic and into the hall, but doesn't go any further. He collapses to his knees, clutching his stomach.
A retching sound escapes him, and he proceeds to expel all of the blood he'd had. It practically pours from Alucard's mouth, leaving a distinct puddle to the floor. It doesn't stop with once, and he keeps going, the small pool of crimson increasing.
No-- why? It passed Connor's sensors. What happened?]
❧ iii. a mother's touch | OPEN | 7/10
[At last, whatever had been wrong inside of him has been purged. In the dead of night, or presumably the evening, Alucard is collapsed in the bed. The coffin felt confining, oddly, so he limply lays in his bed, his bat familiar curled up under his chin.
He sleeps, and oh how it comes so easily. Alucard hasn't felt this frail since his father nearly killed him in one single strike; his body feels light, like it's made of glass, but he can't do much else but rest.
What he could never expect is the press of lips on his forehead. It wakes him, immediately. Was he so asleep that someone managed to sneak in--?
Alucard's eyes open and he nearly chokes on the air.] No...
[Before him he sees his mother, tears rolling down her face. He forces himself to sit up, despite his familiar squeaking and clinging to him.]
Mother?
[He hears her speak.
He was right to hate humans. I did so much good for them and they killed me. Tell me, did he avenge me?
Suddenly, she looks furious, glaring down at him. Clear disappointment, maybe even blame.
Did you?
He can't speak in return, his golden eyes wide. Just like that, she fades away, like ash and dust.]
Mother-- Mother wait!
[With what little strength he has, he tears himself from bed. Charlotte, the bat familiar, clings to his hair and squeaks frantically. The door slides open and he looks out into the hallway, desperation in his eyes.
Nothing.
Alucard collapses to his knees. The day that his mother was burned at the stake was the same day that his father nearly killed him. Shortly after, he woke here, and has hardly given himself any time to think, to process what happened. He's thrown himself at one project after another. The closest moment he's had was briefly held with Rogue, but he hasn't truly mourned.
But he does blame himself. He couldn't save his mother, and she died screaming in flames and begging him to be better. He couldn't stop his father, because he just wasn't enough. Was he wrong? Is he wrong?
He has nothing left to hold him back.
Adrian Ţepeş weeps openly in the hallway, clutching at his scalp.]
❧ iv. visitation & regret | OPEN | 7/10 - 7/13
[Regardless of who you are, Alucard does not see fit to turn away guests. It isn't in him to refuse it, though he has a difficult time requesting help again when the replicators failed him so miserably. Though he'd been afraid to become sick because it would slow the healing of the grave wound on his chest, he didn't anticipate anything like this.
But he's hungry. He's desperate.
The door to Alucard's room is unlocked, should you wish to pay him a visit.]
❧ v. wildcard
[Make your own prompt, or let me know if I can make a custom starter for you!]
(♪)
» WHEN? Post-event, 7/8 - 7/13
» WHERE? Various locations, primarily the clinic and Alucard's room.
» WHAT? It was too soon to say that the replicators were safe for Alucard. All too soon. After the events of the week, he becomes terribly sick, in need of fresh blood, and sees a ghost.
» WARNINGS? A lot of blood and vomiting.
❧ i. blood test | closed to CONNOR | 7/8
[So much guilt weighs on his heart now that his mind and body are clearer. The music has stopped, and all of the effects from both that and whatever chemicals were in both the replicators and water supply seems to have faded. Still, it does nothing to clear his conscience; he'd been cruel with his words, aggressive, and had simply taken whatever he wanted without thought.
If he could, he would shut himself away from the rest of the station to pay for his sins, but he can't do that forever. That, and he needs to reconcile to some degree.
In the first order of business, he's sent a message asking for Connor to meet him in his room. The interior is not unlike any of the other family rooms in terms of layout, but it is evident that Alucard has taken such immense time to scrub everything that he could to remove the grime. There is an arrangement of items on a desk: an odd looking thick cord, one bottle of seemingly ordinary water, and the other bottle of water seems to glow in some way. Next to the bed is a coffin, very traditionally vampiric.
When Connor enters, Alucard is bowing his head in greeting, quiet, not able to quite meet his gaze. In his hand, a container of blood to be tested.]
I appreciate you doing this.
[It's not an apology yet. Honestly, he wouldn't have been offended if Connor decided to not associate himself with Alucard ever again.]
❧ ii. repulsion | OPEN to ONE RESPONSE | 7/8
[It'd been maybe an hour at best since he'd ingested the blood that Connor had confirmed was in the clear. The conversation had left him still feeling unsettled, but it was about as far as he could go with it for right now. At the end of it, it doesn't matter how Alucard feels. He has to do right by him, and everyone else he's harmed.
At first when he feels the pain in his stomach, Alucard assumed it was due to how horrendous he felt emotionally. It would've been no surprise, but the aches become worse. He feels... nauseated.
Feeling sick is such a foreign sensation that he almost doesn't know what to do with himself. He can't regenerate from it, he can't ignore it, he can't control it. Alucard stumbles away from the clinic and into the hall, but doesn't go any further. He collapses to his knees, clutching his stomach.
A retching sound escapes him, and he proceeds to expel all of the blood he'd had. It practically pours from Alucard's mouth, leaving a distinct puddle to the floor. It doesn't stop with once, and he keeps going, the small pool of crimson increasing.
No-- why? It passed Connor's sensors. What happened?]
❧ iii. a mother's touch | OPEN | 7/10
[At last, whatever had been wrong inside of him has been purged. In the dead of night, or presumably the evening, Alucard is collapsed in the bed. The coffin felt confining, oddly, so he limply lays in his bed, his bat familiar curled up under his chin.
He sleeps, and oh how it comes so easily. Alucard hasn't felt this frail since his father nearly killed him in one single strike; his body feels light, like it's made of glass, but he can't do much else but rest.
What he could never expect is the press of lips on his forehead. It wakes him, immediately. Was he so asleep that someone managed to sneak in--?
Alucard's eyes open and he nearly chokes on the air.] No...
[Before him he sees his mother, tears rolling down her face. He forces himself to sit up, despite his familiar squeaking and clinging to him.]
Mother?
[He hears her speak.
He was right to hate humans. I did so much good for them and they killed me. Tell me, did he avenge me?
Suddenly, she looks furious, glaring down at him. Clear disappointment, maybe even blame.
Did you?
He can't speak in return, his golden eyes wide. Just like that, she fades away, like ash and dust.]
Mother-- Mother wait!
[With what little strength he has, he tears himself from bed. Charlotte, the bat familiar, clings to his hair and squeaks frantically. The door slides open and he looks out into the hallway, desperation in his eyes.
Nothing.
Alucard collapses to his knees. The day that his mother was burned at the stake was the same day that his father nearly killed him. Shortly after, he woke here, and has hardly given himself any time to think, to process what happened. He's thrown himself at one project after another. The closest moment he's had was briefly held with Rogue, but he hasn't truly mourned.
But he does blame himself. He couldn't save his mother, and she died screaming in flames and begging him to be better. He couldn't stop his father, because he just wasn't enough. Was he wrong? Is he wrong?
He has nothing left to hold him back.
Adrian Ţepeş weeps openly in the hallway, clutching at his scalp.]
❧ iv. visitation & regret | OPEN | 7/10 - 7/13
[Regardless of who you are, Alucard does not see fit to turn away guests. It isn't in him to refuse it, though he has a difficult time requesting help again when the replicators failed him so miserably. Though he'd been afraid to become sick because it would slow the healing of the grave wound on his chest, he didn't anticipate anything like this.
But he's hungry. He's desperate.
The door to Alucard's room is unlocked, should you wish to pay him a visit.]
❧ v. wildcard
[Make your own prompt, or let me know if I can make a custom starter for you!]
(♪)
no subject
[He turns back to look at Alucard, having once again steeled himself to a pleasant neutral.]
no subject
...No. But I would be glad to listen to your explanation?
no subject
[Man, these things are hard to explain!]
The point being, I have some now. Would you like to watch one?
no subject
[There's a pause, then he nods.]
Certainly. The wonders of technology never cease to amaze me. How is it done?
no subject
[He nods.]
It's on my mp3 player, like the music is. We'll have to... sit pretty close, since the screen isn't that big, but up close it doesn't matter too much, really. I'll ask Erika sometime if she can set it up on the screens or not, though. That'd be easier in the future.
no subject
I don't mind sitting close to you. [what problem could there be]
no subject
[At that, Minato makes his way back to the bed, though he stops and debates for a second.]
Hm.
[He's not sure how to sit to make it the most comfortable and easy for viewing... a movie is gonna be over an hour long, and he doesn't want his arm to cramp up. He could lay on his side and put the ipod on Alucard's chest, but his other arm would probably fall asleep from being trapped under him for so long, and he'd have to crane his neck a bit to view the movie. If he laid normally, he'd have to reach over to show Alucard, and it'd be harder for them to both view it easily. Given their height difference, the easiest way to view it without either of them getting particularly uncomfortable or unable to view well would be... maybe... oh god... does he dare? The thought makes him vaguely uncomfortable and causes his heart to speed up, and he fiddles with his headphones a little nervously.]
...Mm. Sit back.
no subject
[Well. Alucard doesn't seem to argue. It takes a moment, but eventually he's managing to sit himself upright and leaning back against the headboard. He tilts his head.]
Like so?
no subject
Minato slowly, carefully, makes his way over to the bed, pulling his headphones off from around his neck and leaning in to hook one over Alucard's ear, brushing his hair back to do so. After that, he clamors his way into a comfortable sitting position in Alucard's lap, hooking the other earphone over his own ear and resting back against Alucard's chest. From there, he positions the mp3 player in a way both of them could easily watch, and taps on the movie app. Several come up, and he "hmms" in debate.]
I only really know what a few of these even are. I think this one is a musical, if you wanna try that first.
no subject
Certainly. I have always loved operas and musicals.
no subject
Something stirs in his chest, but he ignores it.]
Alright. It's settled, then.
[Time to watch The Phantom of the Opera! He taps on the movie, and his free hand then goes to rest on the bed next to him, only to find Alucard's hand. His hand twitches for a moment, jumps from the skin contact, but then just gently rests back down after a short moment of hesitation. Not taking his hand fully, but there.]
no subject
The music is quite lovely.
Though he hardly has much strength in him, Minato can easily feel how Alucard straightens up with rapt attention, especially during the musical numbers -- and the Phantom himself.]