From Trashman to Trash

I believe I may need to chart the outrage factor of posts that hit the network. I believe it would look much like the swells of waves on the ocean - outrage, calm, outrage, calm, violence, outrage, calm.

Novel to see a vampire calling for enforcement of law, though. We don't usually bother with that.

What happened?

Stupid. Stupid. Why didn't you just eat him, Alucard?

[ooc: Walter's gleaning the details of the duel from the network and is a tad peeved.]

My friends who were ill yesterday, how do you fare today? The plague should take longer to act, but the gods seemed to put everything in fast forward.

Offering condolences to those who died seems empty in some ways, but I regret the loss for many.

Filtered away from Integra
Someone tell me they got Integra off the street.

Filtered to Girlycard
I trust you are feeling better. I never expected to see you in such a state. I do not like it one bit. Still, I believe you've no cause for complaint about my choice of meal for you, and she was properly compliant. Just another body among all the others lost to the plague yesterday.

Tch. I become absorbed in my work and things are meandering to rack and ruin once again when I look up from my workbench.

Dark, your weapon is complete.

( Private//Unhackable )

[ooc: Walter will be nurturing a particularly obvious rage for anyone sensitive to such things. Lawr, this includes you, if you so choose. It will, however, be hidden behind a perfectly calm, normal (for Walter) exterior. Until someone other than Alucard pisses him off. Dragon Con hiatus mostly over now. ♥]

I betrayed them all. How many deaths of innocents are my doing?

[ooc: Hi from Dragon Con. Around very sporadically,

And to think, a week ago, I was still human.

I am feeling much, much better now.

And even after yesterday's foolishness has ended, I still believe a monocle can glint more sinisterly than a pair of glasses.

[ooc: Strike not there, baybee. Walter's in a happy, happy mood after beating on Noitora last night. These chickens will all someday come home to roost, but he's enjoying it while he can.]

Once more, with feeling, my friends:

Please form orderly queues
Death threats to the left, offers of your bodies and blood to the right.

No, Greed, I haven’t forgotten our appointment.

( Private to Arthur and Girlycard )

First, yes, I believe that I was cursed yesterday, but it was quite subtle.

I choose to address yesterday's events to spare us all the inevitable accusatory questioning that will follow my posting.

I will not use the curse to excuse my actions in some instances, as with what happened with Radu and Aleera. I likely would have left her alive had I not been cursed, but there is no secret that there is no love lost between us, and she would have killed me when I was human and vulnerable had there not been intervention.

Nor with Radu, who challenged me. The challenge was accepted, dealt with, and that is that.

There was another who was quite generous to me yesterday and I wish to speak with him when he is awake once more.

Greed, are we still having that lunch you offered?

Pup, Tony, and Rika are asked to understand that I do not behave in that fashion toward the young and innocent under ordinary circumstances.

And last, Pup is a small child today who bears a remarkable resemblance to Alucard as a child and I will make the best possible use of the City's tendency to resurrect the dead on anyone who even thinks of harming him. It extends the possibilities of torture punishment immeasurably.

Filtered to Archer
We have need of a healer. Would you be available today?

This has been an extremely productive day.

Someone go pick up some trash I left in Xanadu. I assume someone cares.

[ooc: Amoral!Walter has had (to him) a delightfully amoral day. Lawr let him kill him. He beat the hell out of Radu and left him drained of blood nigh unto death in Xanadu, and as a final treat on his way home after the fight with Radu, he killed Aleera. Now he's going to go and end his day the same way he started it. With... company.]

Mmm... whom to eat first?

[ooc: Morality reversal for Walter today. Which is sort of a tricky thing to play, since his morals can be a bit slippy on a good day. Let it be noted that he doesn't give a damn about the kids in his flat at the moment and thinks they can take care of their own damn selves and just leave him alone.]

My, my. It seems that there are quite a few men waking up to find themselves lacking something rather dear. Take heart, former gentlemen. This too shall pass.

However, after having Rayne sing to me last night and seeing other signs of curse activity, it seems that this curse is less global than many.

I will still be able to keep my appointments today. Anyone who had planned to come by my flat, there is no reason to reschedule unless you find yourself cursed in such a manner that you cannot.

As a special aside to Karasu and Noitora - I'll be looking for you two very soon.

[ooc: Aaaand, Walter is a woman. And a vampire (NC-17). And in a good mood about both because the former led to the latter. Being a woman is a curse, obviously. Being a vampire again is permanent.]

This would be easier with a teacher.

He worked it out without a teacher.

Should I just concentrate?

Extended silence finally interrupted by a faint scuffle and click of claws on something, probably floor

Yap!

What?

What are you?

This was not what I was trying for.

transmission end

[ooc: Pup has entered the building.]

 Lurchin' round the parking lot, a man possessed (of not a lot)

Skin and bones and rings and crown, legs reach right down to the ground

Swivel hips and loose lips. Stab the dagger, turn it round

His life's an open book scribbled in his own blood

His constant companion always at hand

Makin' entries in his diary... ( the diary of SICK-MAN )

Holy kidnapping crazies!

Needlenose is out there somewhere! To the secret hideout!

[ooc: generic boy wonder!Walter. *insert Batman nananananana here*

The hand's back, but I'm stuck at 14 again.

More blood will likely remedy that problem.

I've no complaints about the rain although the sunburn was gone before the hand grew back, but I refuse to wear a hat like the elder Alucard's, regardless of its obvious functionality.

Alucard (the younger) you and I should speak. Privately. I'll take you somewhere. I hear tell of a museum-like place commemorating those who have left here or you choose.

( I did it, and I would do it again )

[ooc: why oh why do I have to be at work on this particular curse day? ;_; ]

Dear God, what have I done?

I... am so sorry.

Come to me. All of you, come. I'll give you your rest.

[ooc: Walter has the depression/despair shard. Go figure. Strike is a call to the remaining ghouls to come to him that he may destroy them. If someone really wanted to find him, they could probably follow the ghouls to him.]

I'm tired. Alucard, Arthur, please allow me to rest today.

Thank you, Alucard.

[ooc: And that's all he wants to say about the curse.]

You know, I'm ready.

Integral, Major, I believe you two need to negotiate with each other because I am ready to return to service, but I cannot choose between the two of you.

So I think you'll have to talk it out and share.

I believe I will spend the entire day fasting while I await the result because it helps my mood so.

I am also NEVER leaving the network, especially not today when I have finally come to my senses.

[ooc: Affected. Ah yes, the guy with issues about self-determination is thrilled today. Only opposite. ETA: Hellsing Organization members, you should be aware that this could be a very serious problem.]

( Private-Personal )

I'd still kill for a cup of tea.

Someone bring me a cup of tea I can drink, a pack of cigarettes, and Kagura.

[ooc: This is an extremely long-winded personal entry. Forewarned is four-armed, etc. (Yes, I know it's "forearmed.")]

I can't say I'm sorry to miss today's curse. I'm rather a creature of habit, given I didn't really significantly change my attire over more than half a century. I suppose I could put that habit aside, but one thing at a time.

I've been searching for Kagura. No sign or scent of her. I am very worried for her.

Odd, or perhaps not so odd, the people she has brought together in her absense. A measure of what an exceptional person she is.

I also like older men.

Not men, per se. Vampires.

One vampire until I came here. Now two.

[ooc: Oh, he's trying not to go into details and really, really wishing he could have gotten drunk last night at Automatica.]

I don't think war is as interesting as a spectator sport as it is as a participatory sport.

But this war that looms here is not my war. Despite the reporter's attempts at explication, it still makes little sense.

Kill each other if you must. It makes little difference to me. I know how futile it is here.

Harm me or mine, and there will be a price to pay.

Millennium's Swine, don't bother exhorting me to war. I make war of my choosing, not yours.

Apparently my inherent English-ness overcomes against this particular curse. Right. I avoid the fancy dress curse and am subject to less innocuous ones. Fickle fate.

So many of you are entirely at home, this hardly seems a curse. Again, the capriciousness of these things is curious.

( Private to Kagura )


( Private entry )

I believe I will forego the gathering of hot tasty juice bags concert and stay home. With the window open, I should have no difficulty hearing the music.

And I will then have the option of closing said window. "Modern" music leaves much to be desired from what I have heard of it.

( Private to Rayne//Pretty damned hard to hack (But really, with Ed around, what's truly unhackable without curses?) )

[ooc: Strikes deleted.]

Right. Get it over with now. I know you want to.

I heard you laughing, Arthur.

[ooc: Walter is expecting no end of ribbing over the rabid squirrel.]

too smalk

litrtle hands

jump on keys

owe you

i'll see the whole world blind

[ooc: Someone is both insane with rage and a squirrel. Um... yeah.]

Stay away from me.

Just stay away!

He's here and he's going to get his hands on me again.

[ooc: Worst fear is being back in Millennium's hands to suffer Doc's attentions and harm those he cares about.]

I am getting very tired of this boy's face looking back at me from the mirror.

( Private, hackable with effort )

Kirie, you may pick up Rosiel's item now.

Such fuss and fury. So many people who want to act but want to dither when others do. Did you all think that I was just going to accept things as they were? That is not my nature.

[ooc: I've put a note in Walter's profile page about OOC vs. IC things. Since he's really not been a nice guy, I thought it useful to have a lasting disclaimer that while he may not like you, I've had nothing but fun and have no ill will against anyone here.]

Two down.

Give me more.

Give me many, many more.