[The feed begins, staticy at first, but then the No Life King's voice begins to speak, reciting in formal-wise, his deep baritone rolling smoothly through the pod's speakers...]✞ Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare sieze the fire?
And what shoulder, & what art.
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
When the stars threw down their spears,
And watered heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry? ✞
[A long darkness-filled pause resounds before the vampire speaks again.]
Yessss, the leashed beast hungers. Radiant, the life force infesting this island. Petulant, those which keep such divinity from me. Master, I ask not your permission for I will have that which I craaaaave.
[A snarled hiss.]
Seek ye within; give unto the devil his just due...let flow the crimson river which speaks further than a chorus of unholy tongues. Speak...speak...SPEAK!!
[Quite abruptly, the transmission ends]
[OOC: Yes, I know I'm supposed to be hiatusing. But even I need a break from the sinus medicine. Bear with.][A loud crash echoes through House 13. The device's video feed is activated as the coffin reverently stationed in the parlor topples to the floor. From within comes a screeched wail, beginning in a low baritone but ending somewhere in the rafters as it fights to escape the confines of the room.
The device also picks up unfamiliar words, rattled off in a voice bordering on hysteria. The Old Language, long forgotten in nearly every corner of this wretched universe. And the phrases spoken are an eerie semblance to those which had been said before, by the very same man in the confines of his madness.]Dumnezeul Meu, Dumnezeul meu, de ce te-ai părăsit?[Alucard's face comes into view on the feed, but it is not the same visage once before seen by the residents of this forsaken island. No, no longer is he the smarmy, self-assured vampire, but now, instead, his countenance is that of a most noble knight, born in the far reaches of Wallachia and raises to rule and defend his country from heathens in the name of God.
He advances on nothing, sword held high in response to the unseen threat.]( ...Collapse )
[Harsh breathing rasps around the parlor, the furniture overturned and room dim. Suddenly, the knight drops his sword, falls to his knees with head and hand and bellows loudly, writhing across the carpeted floor in what appears to be intolerable pain.
For the Prince of Wallachia has been stripped of his vampirism, the seals vanished, all the years of his long history seemingly erased. He is now and once more a Holy Knight of Jerusalem, but unfortunately, the taint of his soul cannot be cleansed so easily.
And he is now being judged for his sins.]Doamne, Doamne, sa nu pedepseasca tale cavaler asa! Ma scuteste de miniei ta, o Doamne mai sus!
Tin la mine hotararea ta si lasa in umbra caderea inca o data! Eu sint ta Sfintului cavaler, Doamne, si vor face ei vor ca tu s-a mandatat!
Doamne, Dumnezeul meu, vă rugăm să nu mă părăsi!!( Notes and translationsCollapse )
[Alucard is standing, as usual, atop the roof of House 13 when the feed begins. The tall vampire is a swath of red and black against the bright white snow, but the moon colors all around him in silver light.
The manic gleam of insanity reflects in sanguine eyes; the Count has seen many a year roll by, but never one as strange as this. He has felt the new arrivals come to the island, the call of blood to blood is strong, no matter the "world" from which they come.
Yet the darkness is strong, powerful and sends out a pulse unable to be ignored. Thus does the Midian lift his arm, push the sleeve of his coat high and slice a long deep gash in his own arm. Blood wells thick and rich, pouring over white flesh to drip down atop powdery gleaming snow.
The scent is captivating, delicious and sinful. Power thrums through the island; every vampire well able to feel and smell that intoxicating aroma.
Alucard merely grins, smile gleaming and razored as he merely says-]
...merry Christmas, Salkia...
[His mocking laughter echoes even as the feed ends.]
[ooc: All vampires are welcome to comment/post/tag/whatever. Alucard might even be in a feeding mood, if approached right. And believe me, the blood of the most powerful vampire ever is a delectable gift. >:} ]
[The pod flickers to life, stationary on a solid surface. Apparently Alucard is on a roof somewhere and has been entertaining himself by slaughtering the mutant turkeys, for there are piles of entrails littered about and feathers still raining down here and there.
Blood is splashed everywhere, the vampire is veritably covered in it. White gloves and pale skin are drenched in dark red, some of it brown with age and exposure to the outside air. But Alucard cares not; in fact, he's drawing in it. Scooping gobs of the thick stuff from the breast of one of the dessicated birds, the Nosferatu scrawls in seemingly random patterns on the wall of the house, softly muttering in a foreign tongue all the while.]Dumnezeul Meu, Dumnezeul meu, de ce te-ai părăsit? În oră de necesitatea de cea mai mare măsură, nu am servi tine? " Nu ti-am aduce slava lui tine şi de onoare?
A fost cavaler cele mai nobile eu nu tău? " Şi totuşi, adus scăzut de mândrie un om ... O Doamne, Dumnezeule, ca tu sa ia orgoliul meu si sa goneasca pe apa simbetei.. Deoparte sunt eu, a avut loc tentată de la harul tău preţios.[His once quiet voice becomes harsher, tinged with an animalistic growl. Anger begins to seethe through the words as crimson eyes begin to smolder beneath matted black hair.
Stepping back, he moves aside and the video picks up the design he's scrawled in blood on the wall. Slick and wet, it glows in the watery moonlight and Alucard begins to howl again.]
Meu a fost zadarnic sacrificiu în ochii tăi?! Sa rupt inima mea nu şi rupte? Nu te-am lăsa nevinovăţie mea acolo, în tabăra ta duşmani?!
Oh, Doamne, Dumnezeul meu ... de ce m-ai părăsit-mi!??!![Unsatisfied with the silence from the firmament, Alucard snatches the silver pistol from his coat and empties the clip at the drawing, shattering fragments of plaster, rock and shrapnel everywhere. One of them strikes near the pod with force enough to clatter it from its perch, the video feed ending.]( Translation from Old RomanianCollapse )
[The video flickers to life on accident - truly, a large canine pressing on the "activate" button might have something to do with that, but the vampire picks it up anyway, not really knowing why.
Nevertheless, the massive Hellhound growls deep in its throat, the speakers resonating the sound. It's held face-down, so the six glowing red eyes aren't visible from the LP feed, but the horseshoe-size paws are as the beast pads across the floor and out of the House's front door.
Then all swirls to darkness and the video is deactivated.]
[The pod flickers to life and reveals the vampire's parlor, his coffin on its bier against the far wall. The room is shaded in heavy draperies, no natural light permeates the room at all. Indeed, the only illumination is from several candles situated here and there about the place, giving it that creepy Gothic feeling.
A few hisses and growls echo in the speakers, but above it all does Alucard's ghostly chuckle reign; he's seated in one of the overly large chairs, legs crossed and nearly bored out of his mercurial mind.
So, to alleviate boredom, he starts rambling...to pass the time until the hated sun sets.]
"And, 'Please your honours,' said he, 'I'm
By means of a secret charm, to draw
All creatures living beneath the sun,
That creep, or swim, or fly, or run,
After me so as you never saw!
And I chiefly use my charm
On creatures that do people harm,
The mole, and toad, and newt, and viper :
And people call me the Pied Piper.'
And here they noticed round his neck
A scarf of red and yellow stripe,
To match with his coat of the self-same cheque;
And at the scarfs end hung a pipe;
And his fingers, they noticed, were ever
As if impatient to be playing
Upon this pipe, as low it dangled
Over his vesture so old-fangled."
Hnnnnn, such a fitting verse, methinks. [Another heavy sigh as the vampire moodily flicks off the device.]
[The vampire is standing on top of the west studio apartment building, staring out over the town. Red eyes gleam in the moonlight as Alucard quietly contemplates his surroundings. His temper is cresting; his presence here is irksome, at best.
He's left behind his Master to fight a war alone, only to find her here, ten years younger. Answers. He desires them. NOW.
So, in effort, he pulls out the little device and activates the video function, speaking in modulated tones in several different languages.
English, first and foremost.]
What place is this? To what end are we here? [Italian:]Che cosa è questo? A che fine siamo qui?[German:]Was Platz ist das? Zu dem, was Ende sind wir hier? [French:]Quelle place est-ce? À quelle fin sommes-nous ici? [Russian:]Какое место это такое? Для того, какие цели мы здесь?[And of course, his beloved Romanian:]Ce loc este aceasta? In ce scop sunt noi aici? [Alucard stands silent, a tall swaith of darkness against the moon's light, seeking for answers while his Master slumbers through the night.]
[ooc: To make life easier, this translator for all of that. Japanese doesn't translate well via interwebs, so I didn't include it, apologies all around because I just know there are characters here that speak it.]
[The video feed explodes into violent gunfire, through which winds singing in a strange foreign language. The rather strange problem of being automatically transported from a warship in the Atlantic Ocean to a forest full of rather belligerent creatures who apparently took an immediate peeve to having their nighttime interrupted is lost on the gleefully insane vampire as he strides through the trees, shooting whatever happens to be in his immediate vicinity.
Oh, but death is so glorious, is it not? He would know; he's cause his share - and much, MUCH more. An artist of the craft, he might arrogantly consider himself. Alucard snickers, pausing in his rendition of Handel's Agrippina, in the original Italian, naturally, to stare up at the low-hanging moon, its light bathing the vampire in silvery radiance.
He grins, shark-like teeth exposed to the world and a serpentine tongue runs across the upper set as a low hissed chuckle reverberates through long dead lungs, his twisted amusement fueled by his mercurial mind so riddled with insanity.
Only then does he hear the minute beeping of the device and fishes it from his pocket, sanguine eyes narrowing at the curious thing. A rustle sounds to his left but the exploding gunshot from the silver pistol deafens the speakers, making them squeal in feedback, yet the vampire's expression never wavers.]
...a curiosity, this small electronic thing. So small, so inestimable. Strange.
Alucard begins to laugh, even as the blood from his kills begins to soak the ground beneath his feet, signaling the rise of yet another darkness - in its most pure form - to this island.]