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Day 42, Afternoon: Morris Park
With the early morning’s embarrassment out of the way, Depth Charge had decided to devote a chunk of the day to familiarising himself with Doyleton: its ins and outs, the stores, the street names. Anything that could prove useful if he ever managed to escape- that, and having something to keep his mind busy after the incident in the used car place. Not only had he looked stupid, he’d looked careless and stupid, and neither of those were looks he really wanted to go for.
Finally he drew his circuit of the town to a close in a run-down park just off of Kelley Street, and boy did it ever look like slag. There was something oddly refreshing about it after the squeaky-clean stroll he’d taken around Perfectville, and anyway, he could hear the sound of a stream in the distance. Good enough for him.
The paper bag he’d been given on the bus was starting to feel irritatingly heavy to him, so it didn’t take long to pick a bench and sit down to eat. Depth Charge opened it up. Ah-hah. There it was. His old adversary. The orange fruit.
What was it Mori had done? Peeled the top part away? With the care of a ‘bot picking the wires on a ticking bomb, he began to strip the outer layer off of the fruit. So far so good. At this rate he might even be able to eat the slagging thing...
[What light through yonder window breaks? Tis the East, and Lugnut is the sun!]
Finally he drew his circuit of the town to a close in a run-down park just off of Kelley Street, and boy did it ever look like slag. There was something oddly refreshing about it after the squeaky-clean stroll he’d taken around Perfectville, and anyway, he could hear the sound of a stream in the distance. Good enough for him.
The paper bag he’d been given on the bus was starting to feel irritatingly heavy to him, so it didn’t take long to pick a bench and sit down to eat. Depth Charge opened it up. Ah-hah. There it was. His old adversary. The orange fruit.
What was it Mori had done? Peeled the top part away? With the care of a ‘bot picking the wires on a ticking bomb, he began to strip the outer layer off of the fruit. So far so good. At this rate he might even be able to eat the slagging thing...
[What light through yonder window breaks? Tis the East, and Lugnut is the sun!]
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Momo then blinked, catching herself. "But that is none of my business. My apologies. Please forgive the slip of tongue." Alucard had a very unique case. Surely, he was the only vampire of that type.
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She didn't know if the quick reversal was an honest apology or an attempt to hide something, but she wasn't having any of it.
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"No, you meant something else, didn't you," she said rather than asked. "Who did you speak to before?"
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"Yes, I did, but you responded in a somewhat defensive manner, Evangeline-san," Momo replied. "I decided that it was best not pursuing a matter that, as I said before, was none of my business and that had also set you on edge, as slight as that may be."
The shinigami paused as she considered whether to answer the vampire's question. "And the one I spoke to called himself Alucard."
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But, no... if the Scarecrow of Oz was here, Stoker's Dracula or some name-inverted relative could be too, couldn't he? Especially when she considered how many vampires were supposed to be here.
"So his power was sealed twice?" She asked, contriving to make it sound as obvious as possible. She hated having to ask questions like this, like she was some kind of petitioner. And the idea was a familiar one; back at Mahora, there had been two seals on her power. And even then she hadn't been fully suppressed... it would have been a mark of pride, if it hadn't been a result of her humiliating defeat by Nagi in the first place.
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She paused a moment and cocked her head. "I believe there were more than two seals on his power, as the blood curse that van Hellsing-san placed upon him was quite extensive, but that is conjecture. He never spoke of it." Momo had learned what she had through personal interaction, observation and the conversations, more like heated arguments, with Integra.
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"So how do you know all this?" she asked, since information was her interest here, beyond simply filling time.
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"And my first roommate here was Sir Integral Wingates Hellsing - the current holder of his seal."