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text; un: rose.colored | 3AM shitposting

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Sir Alucard,

Please accept my sincerest gratitude once again for your courageous assistance in escorting me from the treacherous desert in which we both found ourselves upon our unexpected arrival in this strange uncharted land of Sumarlok. Words alone do not seem sufficient for expressing the thanks your noble deed warrants, but I hope you will receive them favorably nevertheless, pittance though they may be.

You encouraged me to call upon you should I have any further need, and though I am hesitant to impose upon you any further than I have already, I wonder if you might oblige me so far as to share with me your wisdom and expertise in the

Do you suppose there are trolls here? Or is that silly? I suppose that's silly.

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Rosella,

Just "Alucard" is fine.

I don't think it's unreasonable to consider there may be trolls. There certainly appear to be other creatures, but the trolls might not look as you may expect either.

Also, what are you doing up at this hour?

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My Very Fine Just Alucard,

I might ask you the same question. I rather thought you wouldn't get back to me until the morning.

I keep hearing noises in the dark, is all. I think one was the...refrigerator? And another was air from the vents. But it's keeping me up, not knowing what they are.

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The Ever Coy Rosella,

I generally prefer to up at night.

Understandable, if you are not used to them. Many things here are new even to me, admittedly. However, I am taking time to study them. Would you like me to explain? Perhaps it would put you at ease.

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O Most Knowledgeable Alucard,

Is that because of the night creatures? I know some creatures only come out at night. It wouldn't make sense to try to deal with them during the day.

If it's not too much trouble, I do think that would help. It's the ones that rattle and growl that bother me. The ones that sound like water aren't troublesome.

text; un: rose.colored

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There's a garden here with flowers that glow when they bloom at night.

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That sounds lovely.

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It is! And nice that they have it at all, if you ask me. It's strange to stay in a place that's so...built-up and developed. One can barely even find a tree around here without deliberately going looking for it.

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I suppose that is true. This is quite the developed city, and nature is almost treated as a luxury than an expectation. It's a bit odd.

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Yes, and you're still much better than I am at getting accustomed to it! But the garden is awfully nice, at least. And I've found a bookshop. And a cafe, which is a little like a tavern only cleaner and with better fare.

wow who would've thought it'd be me again, in this post, making myself at home

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I have bad news and good news.

WELCOME BACK

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Well, this ought to be interesting. Shall we start with the bad news?

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Well.

I wasn't able to find your horse. Is the bad news.

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Not my horse.

In any case, it's all right. I'm sure it's roaming the countryside and terrorizing the masses. But I am grateful you went to look for the thing.

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Rosella?

Are you all right?

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[It takes a bit before a reply comes; when the audio finally turns on, it's amid scuffling and rustling, and drowned out a bit by the swish of a breeze running over the microphone.

"Tired", however, is right; Rosella sounds positively lethargic when her voice finally comes through.]

My fingers have gone stiff.

[She's quiet again.]

I think I'm...turning. To stone.

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Shit.

[Normally, he tries very hard to watch his language around Rosella, but this is bad. He'd very nearly ended up like this too, at least until he finally asked Yuri to help him.]

Are you home?

my city now

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[She's elbow-deep in gingerbread dough when the polite yet insistent knock first sounds off of the manor door. It's the right sort of season for gingerbread, what with all the snow and cold and merriment in the air, and this is only the first wave of preparation that will hopefully culminate in persuading Alucard to help her construct a proper little house that they can decorate together, and which she'll probably devour in the dead of night all by herself before the new year comes to pass. In the meantime, though, the structural elements need to be prepped and baked, and that's what she's in the middle of doing, with her hair braided back off her face and looped up around her head, and her plain but serviceable red dress protected by an apron already well-streaked with flour dust.

She's busy, in other words, but she suspects she's also the only one who heard the door — or at least, she's closer to it, with Alucard likely off fussing about somewhere deep in the bowels of the manor. Probably stalking about the halls in a long cape and lit candelabra, or somesuch.

So, wiping her hands on her apron, she heads off to answer the door, a welcoming smile already in place on her face as she tugs it open to greet —

A massive, monstrous horned demon, at least ten feet tall, green and shaggy all over, with cloven hooves and a basket on her shoulders and skulls with jingle bells rattling inside them dangling from her belt. Her eyes are like glowing embers, black as night and glittering with unholy fire. Her gaze is piercing and paralyzing, and Rosella stands frozen beneath it, until at last the abomination speaks.

Wheeeeeere isss my booooooooooy?

And so, in her infinite wisdom, Rosella proceeds to do the only thing she can think to do in a situation like this: treat it as though it's literally any other guest at the door, and not the terrible specter of a Christmas monster straight from the depths of hell.]

Alucard! Someone's at the door for you!

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[There's a heavy sigh coming from Alucard as he stops in the middle of his painting. Who could possibly be visiting? It'd be unlike Yuri to show up abruptly. Maybe it's Byleth. Who the hell knows?]

Fine, I'll be right there.

[Putting down his brush, he makes his way down the stairs to the foyer, looking irritable. At least, until he spots who it is.]

Oh.

[His brows go up and he's pleasantly surprised.]

Master Krampus.

[The large demonic creature gives a growl of approval, beckoning the dhampir over. He obeys, and finds a hand to his head, patting him affectionately.

Gooooood.

A box is relieved from her basket as she grants it to Alucard's hands, along with an envelope. There is a pause, then she points at Rosella.

Hmmm?]

Oh! Oh, yes. She's my-- well. Yes. She's good, too.

...Mostly.

[A wheezing laugh escapes the Krampus, and an envelope is also offered to Rosella, along with a small box.]

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[Well, that's an interesting flow of conversational topics — from "she's my" to "she's good", which is essentially a non sequitur, unless she's really missing something here. Which she probably is. It's hardly surprising, when she's busy focusing on reminding herself that she's not about to be devoured or cursed or something else equally terrible, probably.]

...Wait just a moment, what do you mean, "mostly"?!

[Oh. Erm. Apparently "mostly" is enough to warrant some packages of her own; again, instinct takes over, and she accepts them with a polite curtsey.]

Oh, er, thank you. Won't you come in and make yourself comfortable? I'm sure it must be exhausting, going about doing all your...um. Krampusing.

→ DELIVERY | DECEMBER 25th

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[Waiting for Adriancard on this joyous Krampusnoapte are two decent-sized packages, carefully wrapped and done up with all sorts of elaborate ribbons, so clearly someone clued Rosella in to the notion of decorative wrapping paper, and she decided to embrace the practice wholeheartedly.

The smaller of the two packages is marked "OPEN ME FIRST" and is rather silly; the larger and narrower one, however, bears the mark of a local forge, and contains a custom-crafted piece sized appropriately to his height and build.

The larger one also contains a note tucked away inside: ]

Alucard,

I asked a dear friend of mine to craft this for you. It's not meant to replace your other one; I know this one isn't very practical. But it is beautiful, and perhaps a bit dangerous. I think it suits you.

I've one other gift for you, but it doesn't box well: to say that there aren't many things you could ask of me that I would refuse you. Take that how you will.

Always,
Rosella

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[foulplayed]

( The first notification that comes through is that of an attachment: a picture of a neatly kept kitchen with a familiar painting hanging over the dining area. It nicely compliments the decorative vase of fresh flowers sitting in the middle of the table, and seems very much at home in Yuri and Balthus's loft! )

This was pretty adorable of you, Alucard. I'm touched that you'd think of me over the Christmas period.

Since the aim of the game is getting to know each other, can I invite you over for tea sometime soon? A catch-up sounds nice - a little more of that springtime feeling, hm?

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I haven't taken the time to really know anyone here.

[Wait. Maybe that sounds haughty. He's used to being defensively bratty. Hm.]

And you have been more patient with me than I expected.

That would be nice. Should I bring anything?

[foulplayed]

Yeah, well. I won't say patience comes naturally to me, but I've been known to make an exception from time to time.

Some kind of dessert, maybe?