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capeandcowl2012-05-04 09:03 pm
excruciate) wrote in capeandcowl2012-05-04 09:03 pm
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oo3 [ video // Alucard will be answering back ]
--A tale, cetăţenii.
[ The feed comes on to show a pitch-black room split by several rays of bright, incandescent light. There are boxes everywhere, and a catwalk situated high in the background behind Alucard. Perhaps it is a warehouse of some kind, or a large storage facility. The area is so dark, however, that it's hard to make out anything but Alucard through the comm's screen. ]
Once upon a time, there existed a man who longed to conquer the world. He was a small man, as most conquerors of this age are; a simpering coward more suited to the liberal arts than anything more...martial.
[ Alucard smiles. ]
Despite his, ah, more blatant shortcomings, the artist still knew what darkness lurked in the hearts of man...And played to this ever-hungry shadow not with deed, but with word. With promise. He would plunge the entire world into conflict, and in his madness...[ He almost growls the word. ]...would force mankind to cross a threshold many believed the species would ever be able to return from.
[ In the background, someone whimpers. Alucard ignores it, smiling wide enough to show the barest hint of fang at the camera. ]
And so~ [ He claps his gloved hands together. ] My point, ja? [ A laugh. ] I do realize that one tends to ramble in their old age.
[ More whimpering, and you can tell someone is struggling in the darkness. ]
There is a madman amongst you, my friends. An insensate Nazi holdover from a bygone era calling himself the Major. [ Alucard sneers. ] Some sixty-seven years ago, he attempted to breed an army of vampires for the war...only to be stopped by the Hellsing Organization and myself. [ Another smile. ] Twelve years prior to my arrival here, he would try the very same thing yet again...[ More whimpering. Alucard briefly looks over his shoulder, then back at the camera. ]...And for a second time I have found his pedestrian efforts sorely lacking imagination.
[ Alucard steps back now, and you can finally see a trio of men have been lined up behind him, all of them bound and gagged with what looks like black cloth. ]...These are the men whom he sends to do his dirty work here, in this prison of likewise infinitesimal imagination. Mobsters and thieves: the lowest scum of any empire; men not even approaching worthy to think themselves the word.
[ Alucard walks over to the first man, standing behind him. The "cloth" around his eyes and mouth slowly recedes, slowly turning red at the edges as it drops out of sight. He immediately starts talking once the cloth is gone, screaming at him ]
Fuck you, ya goddamn asshole! You're gonna pay for this, ya hear me? I'm a member of the fuckin'--
[ Alucard gently places a finger at the man's lips, lowering himself from behind him so that he can whisper in his ear, his lips barely touching the man's skin. ]
We crucified thieves, in my time.
[ And the man suddenly explodes with movement, rising off the ground so quickly as to blur. There's an ear-piercing scream and the sound of something viscous splattering everywhere before the noise dies down to a quiet gurgle, followed by a choking sort of gasping sound. When the comm refocuses, the man has neatly been crucified...with the added bonus of having a black, spear-shaped rod jammed straight through him starting at the shoulder. ]
Ssh...Ssh...
[ Alucard continues on to the next man. When the "cloth" around his mouth and eyes come off, he immediately starts pleading with the camera. ]
Oh, Christ -- don't let 'im do this to us! Please! Please! We waz jus' undah ordahs from that Major guy, honest! He didn't say -- it wasn't supposed ta come out like this, please! We didn't know he'd be some kinda--
[ Alucard grabs the man by the neck and slowly, very slowly starts raising him off the ground. ]
--Some kind of what, if I may ask? Mmmm~?
[ The man is obviously having trouble breathing, so the answer is very faint. ]
Speak up, tâlhar! I believe your audience is having trouble hearing!
[ He tries once and stops. And then: ]
M-Monster! Monster! Youz a goddamned Mon--
[ And Alucard wastes no time in simply impaling the man, the force of which splatters enough blood on the comm to thankfully block out what happens next. There's screaming for about a good thirty seconds before it all goes quiet, the only sound the comm picks up being the tap of heavy boots falling on concrete. ]
Thieves. Honestly. [ A white smudge appears on the comm, and doesn't move. A second or so passes, and it's almost as if the blood slithers into the glove all it once before disappearing entirely. When the movement stops, one can see Alucard looking none the more grotesque for having killed three men in what can only be assumed was a horrifying Saw-rated manner. He's also smiling. ]
Consider this mine own declaration of war, my fine and rotund Major.
[ A beat. ]
Ha! It rhymed.
[ And the feed clicks off. ]
[ The feed comes on to show a pitch-black room split by several rays of bright, incandescent light. There are boxes everywhere, and a catwalk situated high in the background behind Alucard. Perhaps it is a warehouse of some kind, or a large storage facility. The area is so dark, however, that it's hard to make out anything but Alucard through the comm's screen. ]
Once upon a time, there existed a man who longed to conquer the world. He was a small man, as most conquerors of this age are; a simpering coward more suited to the liberal arts than anything more...martial.
[ Alucard smiles. ]
Despite his, ah, more blatant shortcomings, the artist still knew what darkness lurked in the hearts of man...And played to this ever-hungry shadow not with deed, but with word. With promise. He would plunge the entire world into conflict, and in his madness...[ He almost growls the word. ]...would force mankind to cross a threshold many believed the species would ever be able to return from.
[ In the background, someone whimpers. Alucard ignores it, smiling wide enough to show the barest hint of fang at the camera. ]
And so~ [ He claps his gloved hands together. ] My point, ja? [ A laugh. ] I do realize that one tends to ramble in their old age.
[ More whimpering, and you can tell someone is struggling in the darkness. ]
There is a madman amongst you, my friends. An insensate Nazi holdover from a bygone era calling himself the Major. [ Alucard sneers. ] Some sixty-seven years ago, he attempted to breed an army of vampires for the war...only to be stopped by the Hellsing Organization and myself. [ Another smile. ] Twelve years prior to my arrival here, he would try the very same thing yet again...[ More whimpering. Alucard briefly looks over his shoulder, then back at the camera. ]...And for a second time I have found his pedestrian efforts sorely lacking imagination.
[ Alucard steps back now, and you can finally see a trio of men have been lined up behind him, all of them bound and gagged with what looks like black cloth. ]...These are the men whom he sends to do his dirty work here, in this prison of likewise infinitesimal imagination. Mobsters and thieves: the lowest scum of any empire; men not even approaching worthy to think themselves the word.
[ Alucard walks over to the first man, standing behind him. The "cloth" around his eyes and mouth slowly recedes, slowly turning red at the edges as it drops out of sight. He immediately starts talking once the cloth is gone, screaming at him ]
Fuck you, ya goddamn asshole! You're gonna pay for this, ya hear me? I'm a member of the fuckin'--
[ Alucard gently places a finger at the man's lips, lowering himself from behind him so that he can whisper in his ear, his lips barely touching the man's skin. ]
We crucified thieves, in my time.
[ And the man suddenly explodes with movement, rising off the ground so quickly as to blur. There's an ear-piercing scream and the sound of something viscous splattering everywhere before the noise dies down to a quiet gurgle, followed by a choking sort of gasping sound. When the comm refocuses, the man has neatly been crucified...with the added bonus of having a black, spear-shaped rod jammed straight through him starting at the shoulder. ]
Ssh...Ssh...
[ Alucard continues on to the next man. When the "cloth" around his mouth and eyes come off, he immediately starts pleading with the camera. ]
Oh, Christ -- don't let 'im do this to us! Please! Please! We waz jus' undah ordahs from that Major guy, honest! He didn't say -- it wasn't supposed ta come out like this, please! We didn't know he'd be some kinda--
[ Alucard grabs the man by the neck and slowly, very slowly starts raising him off the ground. ]
--Some kind of what, if I may ask? Mmmm~?
[ The man is obviously having trouble breathing, so the answer is very faint. ]
Speak up, tâlhar! I believe your audience is having trouble hearing!
[ He tries once and stops. And then: ]
M-Monster! Monster! Youz a goddamned Mon--
[ And Alucard wastes no time in simply impaling the man, the force of which splatters enough blood on the comm to thankfully block out what happens next. There's screaming for about a good thirty seconds before it all goes quiet, the only sound the comm picks up being the tap of heavy boots falling on concrete. ]
Thieves. Honestly. [ A white smudge appears on the comm, and doesn't move. A second or so passes, and it's almost as if the blood slithers into the glove all it once before disappearing entirely. When the movement stops, one can see Alucard looking none the more grotesque for having killed three men in what can only be assumed was a horrifying Saw-rated manner. He's also smiling. ]
Consider this mine own declaration of war, my fine and rotund Major.
[ A beat. ]
Ha! It rhymed.
[ And the feed clicks off. ]
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