[The lights are too neon, the drinks made to match. Lurid, glowing things, adorned with names that Alucard did not quite understand — in-jokes, references, titles both benign and hilariously crude. The future, centuries beyond his own time, in a foreign world that wasn’t his, certainly didn’t skimp on creativity where alcohol was concerned.
Good to know that humanity’s priorities, and therefore its due attentions, have not changed even across the boundaries of time and space.
Pale skin takes on an unearthly glow when cast under shocking hues of fluorescence, the gold of his now-short hair reflecting it more keenly. Alucard leans up against the bar, nursing something that’s bright purple, something strong and given shape in a cocktail glass with glowing edges. Around him, a rowdy group bursts into laughter at some joke he’s not paying attention to, but that’s fine — noise doesn’t bother him. Attentions are elsewhere and that’s preferable. He casts his eyes around, taking in the atmosphere, and hoping for a quiet night.
But first, harmless experimentation. He lifts the glass to his lips, tilts it to imbibe the liquid within, and… immediately screws up his face, fangs flashing in the light as he grimaces.]
...The sludge that we’ll put in our bodies.
[—he says to no one in particular, currently oblivious to the proximity of stranger nearby.]
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Good to know that humanity’s priorities, and therefore its due attentions, have not changed even across the boundaries of time and space.
Pale skin takes on an unearthly glow when cast under shocking hues of fluorescence, the gold of his now-short hair reflecting it more keenly. Alucard leans up against the bar, nursing something that’s bright purple, something strong and given shape in a cocktail glass with glowing edges. Around him, a rowdy group bursts into laughter at some joke he’s not paying attention to, but that’s fine — noise doesn’t bother him. Attentions are elsewhere and that’s preferable. He casts his eyes around, taking in the atmosphere, and hoping for a quiet night.
But first, harmless experimentation. He lifts the glass to his lips, tilts it to imbibe the liquid within, and… immediately screws up his face, fangs flashing in the light as he grimaces.]
...The sludge that we’ll put in our bodies.
[—he says to no one in particular, currently oblivious to the proximity of stranger nearby.]
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