[ semi-open ] once, like a dream

[bolstafir]

Who: Qrow & various people
What: Memoryshare books from the TDM
When: Throughout September
Where: In the memories & then various


[ooc: memory starters in the comments. if you'd like something specific, pls hit me up on plurk or discord to plot!]

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[bolstafir]

[He lifts his head slowly toward the guy who wasn't asleep after all, apparently, grunts, and takes another drink first.]

Join the club. [He snorts, darkly.] Nobody's going anywhere 'til the blizzard lets up, though. We'll freeze to death inside an hour.

[ananym]

[ alucard eyes the drink. ]

And drinking will alleviate that?

[bolstafir]

[Everyone's a critic. He takes another swig of his flask almost out of spite.]

Nah.

[It seems at first as though he will simply leave it at that. He almost does.]

Won't worry about it for awhile, though.

[ananym]

[ ugh. his lip nearly curls in disgust. ]

Perhaps it is a worrying thought right now.

[bolstafir]

[He lets out an ungraceful snort.]

Buddy, there aren't exactly any thoughts that are reassuring, right now. Or did you miss the part where the planet's doomed and we're literally holding onto a 'come kill us' magnet in this storm with nowhere to go?

[ananym]

If things were so doomed, I would think it would come sooner instead of taking so long.

[bolstafir]

[omfg]

So what's your genius idea for saving the day, huh? You got a way around Salem's immortality? Or how about the Gods who already wiped out humanity once? Go on, I'm all ears. I mean, yeah, the guy who's been going at this for thousands of years just abandoned us all to die, but I'm sure you'll solve it in what, an hour? Lemme go ahead and wake everyone up to hear out your plan.

[ananym]

Are you finished or would you like more wine for your troubles? I imagine that speech must have used every single brain cell you possess.

[bolstafir]

[He rolls his eyes, raising the bottle to his lips again. He may or may not be sticking out his middle finger like one might their pinky while drinking tea.]

Big talk from a guy whose bright idea is leaving the only shelter for miles in the middle of the night during a blizzard.

[ananym]

As opposed to drinking yourself into a stupor in front of children?

Or should you be counted as one?

[bolstafir]

Gimme a break, they're asleep.

[Not that he has not drunk alcohol in front of them before but come oooon, man, why are you doing this to him rn.]

Which we all should be so we can get outta here as soon as possible, by the way.

[ananym]

[ alucard isn't sure. something fey hangs in the atmosphere in this place, cloying, decaying, ruining. it eats the air up, little by little. perhaps it is the nature of the story simply to watch the story end, however it may be, hopeless and lamentable.

he can't say he cares for that. ]

Are you sure the others are safe?

[bolstafir]

As safe as they can be, way out in the middle of nowhere with a Grimm magnet like this. Checked the perimeter a bunch of times -- there's nothing coming for us yet.

[He shakes his head, taking another sip out of his flask.]

Here's hoping the storm passes before that can change.

[ananym]

And you're sure there is nothing in here?

[bolstafir]

If there is, it's dodged the notice of five Huntsmen and Huntresses, and spending all our energy scouring this place top to bottom stressing about it's just gonna make us easier targets.

[If the Grimm set upon them while exhausted they are as good as dead.]

[ananym]

[ and yet, something eats away at him. gnawing, carving. that wants his knees to buckle and his head to bow. surely, not all of it could be in his head, could it? this unseemly paralysis, this rusted machine of his soul . . . it washes over him like wave after wave. talking had helped, trying to plan a course of action had helped.

perhaps this is it, alucard thinks to himself, with no one to fight, I become no one at all.

he closes his eyes and finds himself wandering. his hands drifts to his side, trying to feel for a sword that wasn't present. there must be something to fight, something to handle. something that'll push back this gorge in his throat. when he orients himself, the place had changed. it no longer resembled the cabin, but something else entirely. ]

[bolstafir]

[Alucard finds himself in the waterway tunnels underground; they're as abandoned as the rest of the place, no sign that anyone's been there but the lone skeleton laying by one of the walls, still clothed.

And yet it's clear some time has passed since he was in the cabin, as the girls he saw asleep in the living room are on the move, running from some threat -- one that becomes evident as they approach: the apathy, shambling creatures that don't seem particularly threatening until they screech and bring everyone within earshot to their knees.]