Bold to assume this place used to be a home to people. ( something about it... perhaps it really used to be a residence, maybe there was a time when people used to live here, imprinting their day to day moments into the space, laughing and ruminating and existing. logically, arguably, it's possible...
but Alucard looks over the space and can't shake the feeling that it is, instead, more satirical than that, designed to blend in and disarm someone of their healthy caution. perhaps repurposed from what it used to be, reassigned, stolen away just as they all had been to become this dumping ground for undesirable youkai. Tatsuo can't build an impression on any of it beyond her displeasure at being here.
especially now that they're trapped here within it. Tatsuo knows her flame can do nothing against metal while preserving the safety of the host...at least, not comfortably, anyway. but she also knows he's been stripped of his ability to fully survive something like an unconventionally brutal escape; such is the exchange of being given a vehicle to survive. there has to be something else...
but then, there's a sound that cuts through Alucard's thoughts, creaking, thudding, that's been rolling rhythmically through the air for what he realizes has been some short amount of time. he looks up from the trap, brow furrowed and temple gleaming, to the direction of the stairsโ )
โJohnny? ( Alucard straightens his back, craning his neck for a view that still won't be granted to him, adrenaline ringing in his ears. what's happening? what could be climbing the stairs, and how did Johnny not alert him to it? )
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but Alucard looks over the space and can't shake the feeling that it is, instead, more satirical than that, designed to blend in and disarm someone of their healthy caution. perhaps repurposed from what it used to be, reassigned, stolen away just as they all had been to become this dumping ground for undesirable youkai. Tatsuo can't build an impression on any of it beyond her displeasure at being here.
especially now that they're trapped here within it. Tatsuo knows her flame can do nothing against metal while preserving the safety of the host...at least, not comfortably, anyway. but she also knows he's been stripped of his ability to fully survive something like an unconventionally brutal escape; such is the exchange of being given a vehicle to survive. there has to be something else...
but then, there's a sound that cuts through Alucard's thoughts, creaking, thudding, that's been rolling rhythmically through the air for what he realizes has been some short amount of time. he looks up from the trap, brow furrowed and temple gleaming, to the direction of the stairsโ )
โJohnny? ( Alucard straightens his back, craning his neck for a view that still won't be granted to him, adrenaline ringing in his ears. what's happening? what could be climbing the stairs, and how did Johnny not alert him to it? )