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middaeg2020-03-06 03:58 pm
cryptsleeper) wrote in middaeg2020-03-06 03:58 pm
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Alucard, March catch-all [open]
Who: Alucard + ????????
When: Throughout the month
Where: Garden class, caves, and around Aef itself.
What: March catch all for activities and adventures
Warnings: Added as needed
Garden classes, start of the month
[Gardening feels like something safe to begin with. Not that plants can't go terribly wrong in so many ways, but because it's so connected with earth and the physical. Getting over the brand of witch has taken far too long. This is a solid place to start.
Today's focus on growing through magical means rather than mundane ones is honestly enjoyable. Alucard's sat with a small spreadsheet he's made himself, walking through various growth rates on daises with spells.
Daises he's run out of, because of course. His eyes move around, and there's a frown suddenly on his face.]
We're entirely out of experimental plants for the day? Or are we meant to reset any we're working with as not to cause additional waste?
Northern Outpost, middle of the month
You're in my light, I'm afraid.
[Alucard knows it sounds rude. Pretentious even for himself, but the act of copying the cave art that is embedded in the cliff face demands exacting light so that the details can be just right, and all without ruining the art long term by light damage.
It's a nice thing to do, to sit in the cave and reproduce section after section. Moreover, he's good at it, the current chunk of painting coming along quite well.]
Or if you could just move off to the right a little, please?
[He isn't that particular.]
Here, there, and everywhere else within Aefenglom
[While he isn't around at all during the full moon - there is a vigil to sit, and a fully vampired Trevor to help through the first day of the worst of all of this - Alucard makes a point to get out of the house at least once a day.
Mostly that means finding a spot in a park or at one of the bars to people watch, doing precious little else. He's been better at people lately, but this entire world? After everything it's thrown himself and the other two into? That demands holding everything at arm's length.]
Wildcard
You know the deal
When: Throughout the month
Where: Garden class, caves, and around Aef itself.
What: March catch all for activities and adventures
Warnings: Added as needed
Garden classes, start of the month
[Gardening feels like something safe to begin with. Not that plants can't go terribly wrong in so many ways, but because it's so connected with earth and the physical. Getting over the brand of witch has taken far too long. This is a solid place to start.
Today's focus on growing through magical means rather than mundane ones is honestly enjoyable. Alucard's sat with a small spreadsheet he's made himself, walking through various growth rates on daises with spells.
Daises he's run out of, because of course. His eyes move around, and there's a frown suddenly on his face.]
We're entirely out of experimental plants for the day? Or are we meant to reset any we're working with as not to cause additional waste?
Northern Outpost, middle of the month
You're in my light, I'm afraid.
[Alucard knows it sounds rude. Pretentious even for himself, but the act of copying the cave art that is embedded in the cliff face demands exacting light so that the details can be just right, and all without ruining the art long term by light damage.
It's a nice thing to do, to sit in the cave and reproduce section after section. Moreover, he's good at it, the current chunk of painting coming along quite well.]
Or if you could just move off to the right a little, please?
[He isn't that particular.]
Here, there, and everywhere else within Aefenglom
[While he isn't around at all during the full moon - there is a vigil to sit, and a fully vampired Trevor to help through the first day of the worst of all of this - Alucard makes a point to get out of the house at least once a day.
Mostly that means finding a spot in a park or at one of the bars to people watch, doing precious little else. He's been better at people lately, but this entire world? After everything it's thrown himself and the other two into? That demands holding everything at arm's length.]
Wildcard
You know the deal
Here, there, and everywhere; cw reference to alcoholism
It's the way Qrow has always lived his life, and although he's made effort to build connections enough for intelligence gathering in Aefenglom, he still finds himself holding himself apart. Some habits die hard, even if the reason behind them have been rendered moot by this world's magic.
...Of course, there's a difference between holding yourself apart by choice and being forcibly ripped from your loved ones, and some days that gets to him harder than others. It takes something as simple as a handful of rose petals scattering as a florist attends his wares to make him painfully aware of the fact that he neither has seen his nieces in a month, nor does he have the ability to do so if he wishes, or even to contact them with a message through the Scrolls or a written letter.
He ends up taking his bruised feelings to a bar, as he so often does, intending to nurse them in peace, alone, but the various celebrations in town mean that the bar he chooses winds up being packed. Apparently, even having his semblance locked away can't prevent all bad luck, in the man for whom the odds are never in his favor. Qrow sighs, and pauses before the nearest empty stool, before asking the man sitting beside it--]
This seat taken?
[He looks like he's considering taking it regardless of the answer. But picking a fight even before he's drunk seems more trouble than it's worth.]
no subject
[Alucard's response comes after he only just briefly looks at the gentleman in question who's asking. He seems fine enough, and seating is far too limited for single drinkers at the moment.
The dhampir's own glass is barely touched, the way he holds the stem of the wine glass suggesting that it's more for affectation than real drinking anyway.]