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[symphonyofthenight]

Alucard

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[atowncalledtreffy]

Enclosure. We'll walk over together.

[symphonyofthenight]

All right. My room is closest being on the top floor. I'll wait for you.

[atowncalledtreffy]

Won't keep you waiting, Fangs.

[symphonyofthenight]

[He does not reply again, but on the stroke of midnight he is waiting for Trevor outside his room on level one.]

[atowncalledtreffy]

[he'll be there to walk Alucard over, excited as a schoolboy to show off the most long-lasting legacy of his on this stupid ship]

[symphonyofthenight]

[Alucard looked as he always did, minus his weapons since he had none, and simply nodded to Trevor when the hunter arrived. He didn't really know what to expect despite the few signs put up about the Fight Club. But when they got to the Enclosure and walked inside, he paused to take it in.]

[atowncalledtreffy]

[Trevor holds up as Alucard does, clapping a hand between the other's shoulderblades]

Drink it in.

[symphonyofthenight]

[It would have been eye-roll worthy if Alucard had been in the mood. Instead, he was somber and ignored any potential bait that might or might not have been. He looked at Trevor.]

So. A fighting ring.

[Extremely underwhelming tone.]

[atowncalledtreffy]

You've always been a rude little shit in every universe, you know that?

It's a movement. Christ.

[symphonyofthenight]

[Alucard simply rose one elegant eyebrow.]

A movement? [...] How so?

[atowncalledtreffy]

You see these people?

It's rare when they work together at anything. Ask for an opinion from ten of us, you'll get fifteen answers.

Give them something to work towards, someone to get mad at, they'll move mountains.

[symphonyofthenight]

And do they know you have created a 'movement' for them to participate in? Or are they simply here to beat one another to bloody hell to relieve their frustrations?

[atowncalledtreffy]

Well. More the latter than the former, obviously.

But it's nice to know we can get organized, when we need to. One of the shittiest things about Boat Prison is it isolates you, makes you feel alone. This is proof you don't have to be, if you don't want.

[symphonyofthenight]

I see.

[It would have held more judgmental attitude for the first admission if it wasn't for the second part about isolation essentially calling Alucard out and leaving him feeling guilty rather than haughty.

Alucard peered out at the gathering again and this time his eyes fell upon the people here with a different perspective.]

And that is your goal here? To bring people together to feel... less alone? Even doing what they came here to do?

[atowncalledtreffy]

It's my goal here to make sure they can defend themselves, when the time comes.

[he gazes out, smile dropping, watching people with sword and gun in hand]

A lot couldn't.

[symphonyofthenight]

In an ideal world they shouldn't have to. But as we know, the world is not ideal even under the best of circumstances.

[And in his... well, it was literally tied to the concept of light and darkness balancing out. There would always be a Lord of Darkness to counter the Light.]

Better to prepare for the worst. I hope you're doing a good job.

[atowncalledtreffy]

Doubting my abilities as a leader? God, it's like you know me already.

[symphonyofthenight]

You're not a bad leader, Trevor Belmont. Only that the world can be cruel, and a creature of Chaos can be even crueler than that.

[atowncalledtreffy]

Yeah. Tell me, does this version of you ever joke? Or are you really that senile, old man?

[symphonyofthenight]

Rarely.

[Trevor, he has no friends. He barely remembers how jokes work. Forgive him.

Also:] But I would not take lightly to the disservice you do to your name, Belmont. You are better than you allow for.

[atowncalledtreffy]

My position as an inmate here would disagree with you.

[Still, he settles a hand on Alucard's shoulder]

C'mon. Let's go duel, you and me.

[symphonyofthenight]

Perhaps. But-

[He fell silent. He had a fair amount of thought on the matter. It seemed irrelevant right now, and Trevor was keen to move on. Alcuard did not object.]

Very well.