symphony of the night

Alucard (Castlevania) RP blog - any verse you wish (Black Court scion in the Dresden Files universe) - open to everything - [follows back from t-raith]

[textsfromcastlevania]

(832): Trevor also needs to focus on not being such a little bitch, but that’s none of my business.

[swordandfang]

"Yes!" A festival sounds like exactly what she needs. It's not that he or Trevor are poor company, it's moreso that they are her only company. After spending years of her life surrounded by people, to not have them is very lonely. "We should definitely go. Make a trip out of it! It'll give us a chance to escape the doom and gloom." // syphaswill

Now that the idea had taken root, Alucard had to admit to himself that it really wasn’t a bad plan at all. A small smile crept onto his lips. “Have you been to one of these before? I have not had the opportunity since I was a small child. I don’t remember very much of it, but I do recall seeing many people in nice clothing, good food and crafts for purchase, dancing, fireworks…” @syphaswill

[swordandfang]

"I think we should do something fun. It's been awhile since we've had any of that in our lives." She's leaning closer to him, maybe a bit of a hint that she wants him to suggest something. "Don't you think that would be nice?" // syphaswill

"Something fun?" Alucard hadn't meant to sound quite so uncertain, like he didn't know what fun was. He absolutely knew what fun was! He just... was somewhat less sure what Sypha would consider fun, but she was obviously growing restless. "We do deserve a break once in a while," he allowed with a smile, thinking quickly. "You know, I believe the people of Bucov will be holding their annual festival very soon. Would you be interested in attending?" @syphaswill

[swordandfang]

"When is your birthday?" She's not going to do anything ridiculous with this information like try and celebrate it. Of course not.

"My birthday?" He cast Sypha a puzzled look. "In a few more months, I suppose. Is it relevant?" He didn't know of any magic that specifically relied upon such a thing, but perhaps she wanted to divine something about him based on the position of the stars or something. @syphaswill

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[buckykingofmemes]

saying ‘its not my blood’ is rarely as reassuring as i mean it to be

[madamofthehouse]

"What brings you to the pier at this hour?" (swordandfang)

Sera looked over from her perch. She leaned against the railing, hands clasped. She had been watching the lake quietly. “Hmm? Ah, like most of us wandering around at night- we don’t sleep very well when it’s dark.”

@swordandfang

[swordandfang]

madamofthehouse‌:

“Mm,” she replied. Perhaps she was. Or perhaps she knew that she wasn’t really vulnerable. Not to the average man on the street. She carried several forms of protection, many of them intangible.

Sera glanced at the man while he gazed up at the moon. Alucard was incredibly beautiful. Not handsome, or pretty, or cute. Beautiful. They had met, once before, and while she couldn’t call him a friend, she shoudn’t have anything to fear. His question caught her off-guard, but she didn’t mention that. She merely smiled faintly and looked back over the water.

It took her moment to reply, and during then the only sounds were the water below and the faint rumble of cars far behind. “Duty,” Sera answered finally. “And you? We didn’t chat much during our last meeting.”

"Duty?"

That was a particularly interesting response, one that he hadn't expected. Alucard looked back over at Sera with a considering gaze. A simple answer on the surface, but ultimately anything but. Duty to what? To career? To people for whom she felt responsible? Or did she have some greater mission? It seemed incredibly impolite to pry when he was only passingly acquainted with her, but he couldn't help the curiosity in his tone.

It wasn't a helpful answer, exactly, but he hadn't really expected her to neatly solve all of his problems for him, either. He stroked thoughtfully at his chin when she turned the question back around on him, then smiled wryly.

"To tell the truth, I am still trying to figure that out," he admitted. "I came here thinking that I might find people I once had ties to. Or perhaps just something familiar. I'm afraid I haven't had much luck. And I find this city so busy, so crowded." He indicated the water, the pier. "And so I come here on occasion, when it is late enough that most of the people have gone. I suppose that perhaps I am looking for some purpose." He shook his head, faintly amused. "But isn't everyone?"

[madamofthehouse]

"What brings you to the pier at this hour?" (swordandfang)

Sera looked over from her perch. She leaned against the railing, hands clasped. She had been watching the lake quietly. “Hmm? Ah, like most of us wandering around at night- we don’t sleep very well when it’s dark.”

@swordandfang

[swordandfang]

madamofthehouse‌:

The Madam didn’t move as he came closer. Despite the darkness, despite how very alone she was, she didn’t feel the need to act afraid. She turned her face back toward the lake, eyes tracing its curves and glossy surface.

“You’re correct, but no,” she said. “I don’t fear for my well being. Not in such a calm place. What brings you out here?”

She certainly didn’t appear to be feeling any trepidation, despite the isolation of this section of the pier. It was quiet here. Peaceful. Away from most of the city noise. The moon reflected off the water when it wasn’t veiled by passing clouds.

“Brave of you,” he remarked. These days, as far as he could tell, humans were their own greatest threat–but he knew exactly how dangerous their kind could truly be. Perhaps he was the one who ought to be feeling some trepidation. His gaze slid up towards the moon, not quite full yet. “I came here to think, much as you did, I imagine. This is not too far from where I have been staying in town. I have been trying to decide whether I should stay.” He looked at her, his expression inquisitive. “What keeps you here? Loved ones? Family?”

[madamofthehouse]

"What brings you to the pier at this hour?" (swordandfang)

Sera looked over from her perch. She leaned against the railing, hands clasped. She had been watching the lake quietly. “Hmm? Ah, like most of us wandering around at night- we don’t sleep very well when it’s dark.”

@swordandfang

[swordandfang]

Alucard moved alongside the woman and looked out over the shimmering water, farther removed here from the worst of the city lights than from most other easily accessible vantage points.

"I see. I suppose I find that relatable," he allowed, then looked over at her curiously. "Are you not concerned for your wellbeing? I hear that violence is not uncommon in this city, particularly at night."

[swordandfang]

It's been awfully quiet without Trevor these days. Sypha is itching to go out and see people again. Anyone! "There's a traveling market a few towns over," she hints. No subtly.

“A market?” Alucard smiled, certain that he understood the real implication behind Sypha’s words. “Would you like to come with me? I could use a few more herbs.”

@syphaswill

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[swordandfang]

syphaswill‌:

“And what if I was?” A girl is allowed her mindless fiction, Alucard. “Would you judge me for my choice in stories?”

The truth is Sypha has a limited interest in such topics. Romance is nice, similar to how warm drinks are sometimes nice. They both can make life a little nicer but neither are needed to make it worthwhile. If he ever found her devouring a novel on that topic he is would know she was down to the last book in the library.

“Are you reading this because of everything that happened?” She takes the book from him, holding it open in front of her as she makes a thinking face. Very serious thinking face for a very serious and interesting topic. “Have you found the chapter where they discuss how corrupt clergy exploit the faith of the people beneath them for their own benefit? That’s my favorite part.”

Alucard's lips curved into an amused smile at Sypha's probably facetious defense. He couldn't see more than the cover of one or two of the books she had gathered, and although it wasn't entirely clear what they were about from that alone, they didn't really fit his expectations of such books. Although that could be by design...

"I wouldn't dream of it," he assured her, still smiling. "Everybody deserves some relaxation, particularly you. It only doesn't strike me as your sort of fare. You are a great deal stronger willed and more opinionated than a woman in such a story."

He nodded at her question, letting her take the book from him. "Yes, in part because of everything. I understand why people follow such teachings; that much is obvious. What I don't understand is how an entity like the church can reconcile the pretense of piety with such corruption. And I wonder at times whether there are members of the church who are victims, as well. Where does it end? Do some bishops, some priests, simply not know any better? Or are they convincing themselves that the good they do can outweigh the harm of their peers? How complicit are they? I don't have those answers, but I struggle with the idea of condemning the masses for the actions of the few."

[swordandfang]

syphaswill‌:

“These books are for relaxation! That is why there are so many of them. My time is free and I don’t need to limit myself to just the ones that are ‘useful.’”

She pokes back at him, right at the top of his hand. “And what about you? Are you just reading to be useful?” 

She gives him a look. She has her suspicions on the kinds of books Alucard would read if left to his own devices. 

“I see.” Alucard’s eyes glittered. “Romance novels and fantasies, then? Are you reading of knights carrying swooning damsels away?”

He could hardly imagine her interested in such a thing, and he was only speaking in jest, but at the back of his mind he realized that it was very possible that she had such sides that she had simply not shown him. Humans could be a great deal more complex than many of them appeared to be on the surface.

He opened his own book to the first page that displayed the subject matter in an ornate script with a fancy cross drawn beneath it, and he rotated it to show her. “This is a writing of the church’s history,” he explained. “I am not sure that I would call it useful. Interesting, perhaps, and certainly misleading. But it helps me to understand how other people think.”

[syphaswill]

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syphaswill‌:

“I’m more than happy to give you my time!” There might be a bit too much enthusiasm behind her statement, but that’s because it’s true. “And not just because you come with a whole collection of interesting books. Though that is obviously a very nice bonus.”

The book is on the table and his hand in her own. Now for the dramatics. She hunches closer like she’s about to share a secret, looking around for any potential eavesdroppers. Which would only be Trevor, but she’s committed to her gimmick, and when she decides the conversation is just between the two of them, she turns his hand up so his palm is facing her. All her fingers meet in the center of his hand. 

“Now, Speaker children aren’t any different from other children their age. They’re just as prone to running off and getting into trouble.” 

She of course never did this, she was the perfect child. Obviously. It’s not that she stumbled her way into magic against her parents wishes, not at all, a young and spirited Sypha would never dream of disobeying the rules of her elders. The story she shares with him could not possibly be the story of how she was tricked into good behavior. 

“But, as you know, we travel in caravans. Sometimes we are forced to move quickly. And this is no fun for the troublesome children, especially not the ones who want to explore on their own. So the magicians have spells they use to keep them in line.”

She begins to separate her fingers, revealing the tiniest ball of light hidden in her grip. She splays her hand out until her finger tips touch his and the little bit of light flickers between them. She tilts his hand with hers and the ball stays centered. 

It’s a very simple spell, and so far nothing to be impressed by. It really is just a ball of light. 

“Do you want to guess what it is they tell the naughty Speaker children then?”

"Ah, I understand," Alucard sighed, but there was laughter in his voice. "You only like me for my books!" He smiled fondly at the Speaker. "You are welcome to them anytime, you know. They do not feel very much like my own just yet in the first place. It feels more like a library I am maintaining for the time being, and I have discovered only a small fraction of its contents so far. Besides, knowledge is best put to use when it is shared."

He watched closely as Sypha began to work, quite fascinated by the tale that she told him of her people. It was rare to hear of such things in particular, how the Speakers operated directly, how they confronted specific challenges.

The spellwork that she cast between their hands did not seem nearly as intricate as he had anticipated, at least not just yet--although she had told him that it was not complex. It just seemed to be a magical orb of light, and he found that he could not feel it against his skin at all.

What would have scared Speaker children into behaving? It was difficult to hazard a guess when he knew little of children; he had barely been one himself. What would have scared him into behaving? He thought about the things that he valued, and the things that might have frightened him.

"Perhaps... a threat of being left behind all alone, abandoned by the caravan?" he mused. "Having nothing but a small light to guide them through the darkness to find their way back?"

[swordandfang]

[Black Gold]

[swordandfang]

studiocitypsychic‌:

The vampire cut off mid-sentence, and Orchid tensed. She gripped the arms of her chair, ready to duck and run if he’d snapped. This was always the problem with being an inexperienced (at least in the wizarding world) Seer. People usually got annoyed or angry before you could conjure up enough mojo to get your damn power working.

Her eyes were wide, but sharp. Any sudden movement and she was out of there. The Word for her shield lay on the tip of her tongue. But he didn’t lunge for her. No, instead he looked around, eyes narrowed, and Orchid tried to figure out what the hell he was looking for. Or maybe listening for? She sure as hell wasn’t going to ask him, in case she set him off, but it was really weird.

As if this entire encounter wasn’t weird enough.

“I’m not wasting your time, sir,” she said, still forcing herself to project confidence. “I’m- relax?”

How was she supposed to relax when there was a probably-Black Court vampire sitting in the chair across from her? That felt like an impossible task at best. But she took a deep breath, released her death grip from her chair, and tried to at least look relaxed. Or just not flighty. But it was difficult by now to do anything about her heart rate.

“Okay,” she said, settling herself. “I am trying. My powers… they don’t work on command. However, I do have contacts that are vampires. I can get you phone numbers to at least get you speaking with them. They might know much more than me.”

Alright, she really only knew one vampire, but she figured if she looked like she knew multiple, she might have a better chance at staying alive. Vengeance or something, who knows.

“In the mean time, I will continue trying to have a relevant Vision.”

The Seer was visibly tense now, but she was plainly making an effort to remain calm. She didn't appear to be deliberately deceptive, either. She explained that her powers simply didn't work on command, and Alucard nodded his understanding.

"I see. I didn't realize that," he said. "I'm not all that familiar with your abilities, I admit. Then how do your services function, if you are unable to See things upon request?" Something occurred to him and his heart sank. Even if she did appear to be a genuine Seer, perhaps that was only incidental. "Or do you exclusively offer your services to the sort of humans who visit the fraudulent psychics and desire good fortunes?"

The promise of being placed into contact with other vampires was optimistic, but he recalled what she had explained to him before, about different classifications of vampires. Coupled with her admitted lack of knowledge about the Black Court, it was far too early to get his hopes up.

"Let me guess, demon court contacts?" he said with a sigh. "Still, I suppose there is no harm in the attempt. I am not ordinarily an impatient person and I apologize if I have made you feel threatened. I am only frustrated. Where I come from, magic and demons and vampires were obviously frowned upon, but not unknown by any means. Yet here and now, it feels like pulling teeth to try to learn of anything at all. The church must have been working hard to suppress all of this knowledge. I cannot find anything in books, or in digital repositories of information. You are the first person I have met who appears to know what I am talking about at all. How did you learn of all of this? Did your parents teach you?"

[valkyrieace]

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