#xmilitus

      ❝Has anyone ever told you how ridiculous that mask looks?         The leather jacket, I can respect, but the giant red helmet         has to go. It makes you look like a used tampon...❞

❝ How can you eat that...? ❞

     There is multifarious chuckling to exude      as the Nosferatu utilizes his prowess of      intangibility to phase through a wall and      promptly pilfer one of Red Hood's pistols.

       "You know how much I'd pay to see you and Frank go at it? No. Not in THAT way. You're disgusting. I'm talkin' in a crazy guns blazing, knives flinging, explosions ringing fight to the death, sort of way. WAIT, wait -- no. I already know how this ends. SPOILER ALERT -- he totally kicks the shit out of you and sticks a knife through your..."

    There was a certain thrill of elation about the New York evening, the humidity incumbent within the air and the smog creating a lowly depression upon the distant horizon, light pollution under-lighting its undersides in cool, remote white haze. From the Dracul's perch upon a remote precipice, knowing that it wouldn't be much longer now. This had been a curious consideration indeed, this vigilantism. For one used to the uniformity of a governmental organization, there was some key elements familiar to him. What wasn't was the independence afforded. How strange it would be that no heir of Hellsing would direct his cause, his movements. But it was an enchanting freedom, so utterly liberating. In fact, the thought of being able to dismantle the foundations of crime was an enthralling anticipation indeed.  Cool suffusion of relieving, early spring winds brokered some fresh air above the stagnancy of the smog, able to breathe and see above all else. There arose an embankment of wind, and upon it, the conflagration of metallic substances that undoubtedly could be traced to tonight's accomplices. For it was an altruistic affair, was it not? Considering that this was his first sortie, Alucard believed that the choice of this particular faction of a notorious Russian mafia that dealt heavily in human trafficking and that of an illegal organ market that thrived in the cesspool of the city would prove to be a worthy evening spent indeed. The vampire deftly alighted from the five story perch, having befitted it like a wicked gargoyle on a cathedral buttress, he collected himself to see the contrasting red and black of his comrades. A ghoulish grin spanned, amused that the only measure of protection for his identity comprised of glinting, titian welding glasses.   "My, my--we're all here. Now, shall we start, or are you only going to slow me more than you already have~?"

                                    ❝Can I help you with something...?❞