Enter Alucard

[Alucard Seraphas Bucklin]

As Alucard entered this prison, a bag over his head to keep him from finding this place.An entire platoon of men had him chained around his neck arms and legs. There was only one man who spoke to him and Alucard figured he spoke on their behalf. He said, "Do not be concerned. It's only a formality."

Alucard had been in situations like this before. The humans who could not understand his behavior and prideful defiance always resorted to either violence or in this case captivity. Quite simply, he did not care anymore regarding humanity and their mannerisms, he replied, "Its fine, I have no animosity to you or the others. Next time though please wash the bag."

At that, Alucard heard the man breath a sigh of relief, as did several others around him. However at one point they stopped and took the bag off. Alucard saw basically what was a prison, he was informed of such methods though. He knew why he was here. Humans could not take his lot without impunity, and Alucard would rather have peaceful relations with those who had more in common with him.

As they continued into the prison, the man began talking: "your prisoner number is G642." he gestured towards the cell they were standing by. At this point the officers unlatched his restraints. The man continued speaking, "this is your room. Have a nice day."

At that they left him and he went straight into his cot and just laid there. Thinking of his future from then on.

[Crick Watson]

Crick was awakened from an afternoon nap by quite a few strange, but loud, noises coming from the room next to his own. That's odd...it wasn't inhabited before. Perhaps someone new got captured, or else a relocation? He had to wonder what the commotion was about. Perhaps this neighbor would be friendlier than the one across the hall from him...or his neighbor...or anyone else in the hallway Crick inhabited, for that matter. He had made attempts to be social, but all were futile...he was met with nothing but rudeness when he was merely trying to be polite and introduce himself, getting to know those near him. Nontheless, it was proper to attempt to be polite. He casually rolled out of bed, adjusting his clothing and donning his hat before waiting for the noises to stop. He then waited another couple of moments to be certain the commotion was over, and then left his room, closing the door behind him. He then approached the door of his new neighbor, knocking on the solid metal door thrice with one of his pincers. He made sure he didn't apply so much force as to be obnoxious, but loudly enough to alert the newcomer to his presence. He then spoke, hoping his fellow prisoner could hear him through the metal door and solid walls, his British accent quite clear.

"Hello, there good sir or madam! I would like to say hello, and introduce myself...I'm in the room right next to yours. Would you care to chat a bit?"

[Alucard Seraphas Bucklin]

Alucard was relaxing in his usual position on his cot, delving into his thoughts. That is, he was. Until he heard someone with a british accent, complete with a knock.
As he was getting up, he noticed the smell was insectoid. Curious, very curious. He took his time to rearrange his attire for company and opened the door.
Immediately he noticed the appearance of his visitor, but it was not threatening. That much he could sense. Besides if he was in his actual form right now, Alucard would no doubt be just as monster-like. With a typical friendly voice Alucard greeted his visitor saying, "By all means come in, though I do not have refreshment. Be welcome in my hearth and home."
His courtly memories coming back to him in a flash, among his clan.

[Crick Watson]

He had to admit...he was a little surprised at the politeness his new neighbor had. There was only one other aside from him that was actually nice, and that was a fuzzy little fellow by the name of Fox. Regardless, it was a refreshing change. Crick would give his version of a smile as he nodded and entered his neighbor's room. His choice of wording wasn't what he was particularly used to, but it was nice.

"I thank you for welcoming me in, good sir. You hardly need to worry about refreshments, the fact you're pleasant already is enough of one. My name is Crick Watson, and I deeply appreciate you welcoming me in. Most everyone here has been fairly rude to me for the most part."

As he introduced himself, he would give a little bow at the waist and a tip of his hat...a formality that had become habit over many years. He then straightened himself before speaking again.

"I do say though, you already seem like a rather splendid fellow as it is. I have not been here long, but I would be more than happy to answer any questions you might have."

He then waited to see what his neighbor would say and do...he found it intensely curious that he did not react as everyone else did to his appearance...intriguing, indeed.

[Alucard Seraphas Bucklin]

From Crick's mannerisms, Alucard surmised that this was a "insect" of culture pleasantly preserved. Memories came flooding back from his aristocratic upbringing. Alucard began replying to Crick's initial statement:

I perish the thought, no matter one's appearance. Rudeness is reserved for the dogs, and dogs breed evermore. I shall be gracious until the day breath leaves this body for I shall not reciprocate additional rudeness onto others. For we are noble in mind, and that is all that matters."

Then he addressed Crick's additional introduction, noting in his mind that this man was a gentleman. His mind ventured to his father's state of address for introduction and Alucard followed suit presenting himself with his best courtly bow:

"I am Alucard Seraphas Bucklin." Upon rising from his bow he said additionally, " I would be more than glad to take tour by your standing sir." He gestured towards the door.

[Crick Watson]

Crick's eyes lit up a little, turning a slightly stronger shade of green. Truly, it was such a rare occurrance that he met one as polite and well mannered as he. This man must have been raised quite well, and Crick liked the cut of his jib already. He nodded in agreeance to what he was saying.

"Indeed, you are correct. Even when faced by rudeness, still I strive to be polite to everyone. That is as it should be...and I am quite honored to finally have met someone with similar idealogies as mine. Truly, a pleasure to meet you Alucard. I have not met anyone such as you since I left England to study in America....but that is another story for, perhaps, another time. For now, perhaps it would be best if I show you around and perhaps explain what I know of this place."

Crick then opened the door and stepped outside of the room, holding the door open for Alucard and closing it behind them after he had exited. He would then lead the way, making sure his pace was reasonably comfortable for Alucard to match. No use in causing him to move faster than he felt comfortable doing, after all. He began heading for the courtyard first...he knew he enjoyed getting a little fresh air occasionally, even if it was sometimes crowded and/or noisy....but he explained what little he knew so far as they walked.

"So...from what I understand, is that each prisoner has more or less privelages based on how dangerous they deem us. What their system for this is, I don't know...but they favor the less dangerous of us with more privelages. Our first stop is a privelage that, I believe, almost every prisoner has, save the most dangerous...which would be the privelage to enter the courtyard for a bit of fresh air, and maybe some excersize."

Crick then paused in speaking, waiting to see if Alucard had any concerns or questions as they walked.

[Alucard Seraphas Bucklin]

Judging from Crick's response, Alucard could safely assume that this man was something different from the dogs that barked at him. Whether it was because they both had similar circumstance remained to be seen. He began addressing the prior response:

"By all means, the pleasure is mine. For I have faced rudeness since my childhood left me, and from all races and gender. And that includes more than just American.

Alucard proceeded to let Crick lead him through the marriage of dreary cells. He quickly noticed that Crick was slowing down for him and addressed that first, " You do not have to slow down on my account, I will persevere." and continued to the courtyard listening to Crick's introduction of the dreary place. He was quite perturbed when he heard that there was a system of threat regarding prisoners. He replied:

"I believe that threat requires resolution towards the goal. Resolution is hard to come by nowadays. Which is why I am sure they do not find me threatening."

[Crick Watson]

"I am very sorry to hear of such circumstances, Alucard...if it is any consolation, there are some in here that are actually quite nice. Perhaps I can introduce you sometime later on. Friends can be hard to come by here...but the ones that can be found that are good are definitely worth keeping."

If Crick still had eyebrows, one of them would be raised when he mentioned that he didn't need to slow down on his account. He then shrugged and sped up a little...though not too drastically much.

"If you say so...though I was merely attempting at politeness. No use in putting you at an uncomfortable pace, after all. As for the resolution...I do believe you are partially correct in that temperment does, indeed, have something to do with the assessment. The other part is quite likely how powerful the mutation is...say, for example...take a child who simply changed appearance to be more reptilian, and gained scales and somewhat enhanced senses...nothing more. Now compare that to someone who can control fire, even making it appear out of thin air if they wished. I personally would consider the fire wielder to be a higher threat, myself."

He then reached a set of doors watched by a couple of guards who eyed them suspiciously. Crick would ignore the suspicion and tip his hat to them before addressing them, then proceeding to move on with the tour afterwards.

"Good day, gentleman...just giving my new neighbor a tour. Have a pleasant day!"

He then turned back to Alucard, ignoring the strange looks he got from the guards after his back was turned to them.

"Those doors are one of a few entrances to the courtyard...but it is easily the closest one to where our hallway is. It's also fairly close to what I understand as a sort of school-like area, which I will show you the entrance to in case you're ever interested."

He then continued along his path, rather enjoying himself. It was good to have a reason to stretch his legs as pleasant as having a potential friend to spend time with. Alucard was fairly pleasant company, too. He had to wonder where he had been brought up, and who taught him his manners? Of course, he also believed Alucard was possibly wondering the same thing...perhaps it would be something to have a discussion over at a later time.

[Alucard Seraphas Bucklin]

When Crick mentioned the possibility of making new friends, Alucard's eyes shone something that did not occur since living with his old pack of wolves; and that was hope. He almost forgot what it was like. He began by saying:

"Regarding meeting new companions... that would be welcome."

When Crick sped up, Alucard easily kept pace. Not even winded in the slightest. It would take many leagues of running before his indomitable stamina would run out.

"By no means are you making me uncomfortable, it would take more than this stroll to tax my limits." He closed his eyes, "In reality I prefer running for hours on end, experiencing the cycle of life and magic around me, giving me passion for the future, and the feeling of being alive and believing it wholeheartedly." he finished poetically, and as he did his eyes reopened revealing something more than just a little primal.

He continued, "My dear sir, resolution can make humans the bane of world. Plus they are favored with numbers, and in those numbers grow with hatred and prejudice. However I see your point, it is the power that the humans fear and not the resolution behind it. But lets not bring such ill tidings to dampen this otherwise illustrious day."

As they neared the guards, perhaps Crick did not notice, but they were eyeing Alucard and only seemed to look strangely at Crick when he said something. Alucard was used to such treatment, but seeing it directed at someone else awoke something within him. Strangely it was anger, something that he did not feel for quite awhile.

When Crick brought him to the schoolyard and explained that he himself could if he were interested. He replied:

"I believe it was a Celtic god named Dagda who said, 'No matter how much knowledge we may obtain, it is only a small knowledge that which we are to gain.' Yes I would perchance visit this school whether I would not be so inclined."

At this point Alucard could feel the lunar rays of the moon, it felt like a waning crescent if he was any to judge. This signaled to him that this interesting day was about over.

[Crick Watson]

Crick gave another of his smiles as he responded to Alucard.

"Splendid! I shall have to see about finding them at some point and possibly arranging a meet. I am glad to hear that I am not causing discomfort, also...that would just be rude of me to not take that into consideration. Though, it appears that you must have more stamina than I if that were true...as I am afraid I can't do much running in a long stretch of time such as that. I would last perhaps...five minutes of straight running before needing to rest. Your endurance is, indeed, sounding quite extraordinary, and your description of how you like to run quite lovely."

He then listened to Alucard speak of the resolution of humans, and knew it to be quite true, indeed. He nodded solemnly as they arrived to the entrance of the scholarly wing of the Asylum. While he did take note of the feral appearance in his eyes, he did not mention it...it possibly had something to do with Alucard's own powers. While Crick was interested, he considered it rude to ask about such a thing in this instance. Alucard would give that information if and when he was ready.

"Quite right...quite right, indeed. Youa re also correct though, in that such thoughts shouldn't be dampening our spirits. Here is the entrance to said wing of this establishment that houses the schooling. I am not entirely certain how one would go about signing up for a class...but this is where you would go to take said classes. Perhaps a guard might be able to answer the question of how better than I, and I do apologize for that lack of information. How about we go to where the food is next? They actually have scones some mornings, which is quite pleasing for me...they actually have decent food for everyone...well, those who are permitted, anyhow. As far as I am aware, they are open fairly late...though of course, fairly late for me is about nine o' clock in the evening. They likely do close at some point."

Crick would then lead the way more towards the cafeteria. It would be interesting indeed to see what kind of foods Alucard might enjoy.

[Alucard Seraphas Bucklin]

Every time Crick made that gesture to his face gave him the appearance of a threatening predator, but Alucard did not see it that way. What he saw was the insectoid's flavor of emotion, and it was anything but threatening. He replied:

No your the most gracious host I have met in quite a while. Dictate the speed you so desire, and relax yourself immensely for I will not tire. And thank you, it seems the things you love to do are the things well spoken of...

Every gesture Crick made, Alucard could see very well and the insectoid was not a poker player by any standards.

"Its quite alright Serah, you can ask me about my abilities if you so wish. I believe that at least here I can be open to such discussion. And I think I will try my hand at psychology and sociology, it would help ability to perceive what humans say and do."

When Crick mentioned food Alucard stomach did voice its pleasure at the prospect.

"I am sure I can find something to whet my appetite, though if they have anything regarding wine would be a treat as well.

He continued to let Crick show him around and enjoy the conversation while he could.

[Crick Watson]

"Well, I must admit I am a fan of the classical arts...music, performances, and the like. I have several of them memorized, including the songs from some of the shows. As for the speed, I do say that I am comfortable at just about any walking pace."

Crick did actually stumble a little in embarrassment that Alucard had noticed his curiosity. He certainly was glad that, at least, the good fellow didn't seem offended.

"Well...I beg your pardon, sir...I find it hard to hide my curiosity at times. I certainly am glad that you seem to not be taking offense to it...though I do apologize anyway. It's not every day you catch notice of such a strange glint in the eyes of someone. If you're open to discussion, perhaps I can tell you somewhat of what I know about my own mutation as well? That way, it's at least a fair trade. Your choices in classes though, seem to work quite nicely with your goals...provided of course, they offer them. I am uncertain what they do and don't allow classwise."

Crick would then wait to see what Alucard would say as they headed for the cafeteria, his own hunger starting to come into play. It was fortunate that they were heading to the right place, then.

"Wine...I believe they occasionally might allow some prisoners to have some. Maybe....of course, those that manage to earn favors of some sort manage to actually get their hands on some measure of money from my understanding...and of course, money certainly talks."

[Alucard Seraphas Bucklin]

As Crick said his love of classical music, Alucard felt that he was lacking in that department. Music was not something he sampled quite often, other than the music of nature or a wolf's song.

"I am afraid that I have no experience when it is in regard to classical music. I think my parents favored some, but I did not have the pleasure of hearing it myself. If you want to know a wolf's song then I would be happy to replicate, but otherwise I am lacking in any of a musical taste."

When Crick voiced his consent in favor of a trade, Alucard was more than happy to oblige, but it would require some explaining:

"As far as I know, I was a part of a clan named Mor Mac Tire: meaning 'Great Wolf'. I believe it is Irish in origin, but I digress. Passed down through tradition and scripture of my family's history, there was one who was foretold to hold the bloodline's greatest asset and secret. That secret and will continue again in the next Millennium is the gene of the Lycan."

At this point in his speech Alucard began to change. His fur started appearing on his facial features, his mouth was forming a snout combined with great canines. It was with an effort that he stopped there, however he could not stop the pheromone of fear and hoped that it would not affect his new compatriot as it had effected all species thus far. By this time his face had the girth of a bear, but the likeness of wolf.

"As you can see, my appearance ignites any humans passion versus monstrosity." His voice a more deeper shade than it once was. "...And it takes great effort for me to stop it, for I would need to calm down. My blood boiling for energy and movement. Thus my problem."

Now Alucard's transformation was forming again ripping his shirt, but thankfully not his jacket. His pants were able to stretch to their maximum, but any flexible movement and they were liable to rip as well.

He now looked down on Crick and smiled his toothy grin.

"You will find that we are not so different in our monstrosity as the humans so eloquently put it."

[Crick Watson]

Crick was appalled that this poor fellow hadn't gotten to hear any classical music. Such a thing was horrible, to have not heard some of the finer musics in life! He would have to remedy that in his explanation of his own powers. Speaking of which, he listened in watched with interest...not fear, interest. He could detect the phermones...but he wasn't really as affected as his physiology was no longer that of a human. He was far more like an insect...a creature that was hard to frighten.

"Ah, I see...very much like the werewolves I have heard of in stories. Fascinating to actually meet one..."

Crick would then examine Alucard's changed form a little before speaking again.

"Very interesting, indeed. You see a lot of interesting people in here, indeed. Perhaps I can help you calm down a little....after all, they do say that music calms the beast, right?"

Crick would chuckle a little before allowing a symphony of music to escape from his mouth...a symphony, as in every instrument involved in the particular piece of music he chose. All without uttering a single word.



Upon finishing, he would speak once more in his regular voice.

"That is one of the things the mutation has allowed me to do...I can perfectly mimic any noise I can imagine or remember. I can also change my scent, along with a few other insect-like things...you know, crawling up walls and such. One of the biggest ones I obtained though, they are managing to block with a pair of bands made from some strange metal...this metal apparantly inhibits the powers for a lot of prisoners, myself included. It really only blocks my ability to control insects through a hive mind sort of ability I have. A shame, I did so enjoy using them to put on some of my favorite plays..."

He sighed a bit before realizing they had arrived at the cafeteria by now.

"Ah, we're here...and I do want to let you know, you aren't really that monstrous. The appearance is only skin deep...but the gentleman within still exists quite strongly regardless, correct? Anyhow...let's grab some food, shall we?"

With that, Crick would motion for Alucard to step in line first, and would then get in line right behind him...ignoring all the strange looks he normally got from prisoner and guard alike.

[Alucard Seraphas Bucklin]

Alucard was once again delighted to see that Crick was on the whole, unfazed by what Alucard's form was. The song itself was soothing but it would take more than just music of that caliber to cool his blood. It was something he would have to control himself, and as such he tried to revert. As they turned to the cafeteria he regained a little bit of his composure, and the beast was beginning to revert back to the human. He just button his jacket to not show his shirt and followed Crick's lead.

With a joking tone Alucard said, " I always knew that insects could replicate the music of the world if we would just listen. Quite the handy trait you have inherited Mr. Watson. And a hive mind you say? Also quite interesting. I as a child have often wondered what it was that insects thought of their lot in life as if they could give us hints on natures true feelings. Perhaps later I can help replicate a wolf's song, for it instills some of what the same emotions that classical music does."

Crick's assurance that he knows that Alucard is still Alucard in wolf form reassuring to say the least. Seeing the guards look at them both with their looks annoyed Alucard, but he did not say anything about it as he passed them by.