[ Her wind-battered door stands out, and she appears there to let him in quickly. The cat always knows there are visitors before she does. Entering her foyer comes with the smell of happy, damp plants. She leads him to the left, where she has a seating area and small kitchenette. ]
What kind of tea do you like? Caffeinated, herbal?
[ Her electric kettle is one of her prized possessions, and there is water ready and tea steaming quickly. She sits down across from him. She's young, and though she's pleasant throughout, her manners are restrained. She emotes through her eyes more than through expressions. ]
I'm glad you were available to come. How is the ship finding you?
[Alucard appeared young, within his early twenties at most, but in actuality he was over three hundred years old. He spent much of that time isolating in a self-imposed submerging of his dark powers. In other words, he slept in his coffin for a majority of those years. He was an old soul, but still quite young in some ways. Similar to Ilde, he didn't express much outwardly and his face usually remained impassive.]
I find no grievance.
[Translation: he didn't really think about it. He was here and that was that. At least he was here because he agreed to come.]
[ Rare that she encounters others with the same kind of quiet. She's certainly not complaining. ]
Good. Is there anything that you would like while you are here? Necessities are provided as a matter of course, but you also have the opportunity to... ask for personal comforts.
[ She gestures at the room at large. ]
When I was an inmate, I requested the entire cabin be refitted to better house more plants.
[Alucard took another look around the room, this time in a much more obvious manner. He had not thought much of his room. It was mostly bare, but that was how he made his place to enter his almost eternal slumber anyway, and his room here was clearly made to mimick it. He assumed the Admiral thought that was all the dhampir needed. And Alucard was fine with that.
He had no clue that perhaps maybe he shouldn't be. Living was less his goal so much as righting the wrongs he committed. That would probably need to change in the future, but currently Alucard did not realize this concept could be for him.]
I see. It is nice. [If one liked such an environment.] I do not require personal comforts. I have gone centuries with little more than my coffin.
[Please tell him you mean an actual weapon and not something else, Trevor. Why would you do this to him right after that immensely sexually frustrating confusing breach?]
[ She waits quietly as he looks, and she listens with a nod when he declines. She's not really here to push anyone into anything, but she too had thought she didn't need much. It's not really about need, however. ]
I am happy if you are content with the accommodations. It is important aboard the Barge to have a space that makes you comfortable and able to... recover after something jarring occurs. Jarring things will occur often.
So, if you think of something in the future that would please you or bring you peace, I am always available to help you achieve that.
[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.]
['Comfort' didn't really compute. 'Comfort' was luxury and such things were for a prince that didn't commit patricide and further murder.]
I am able to rest in my coffin which was replicated here in my assigned room. Though- ironically, it much harder to induce sleep without my powers.
[The irony being he forced slept to rid the world of his powers. And here he was without them and sleeping less. It was for the best--much more human for one thing--and less time he could hide away for another. But perhaps indicative of other issues as well that Alucard was not considering.]
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