[Alucard has had a fair amount of time looking out at the city from the temple's main doors. Save from this tiny place that's tucked away from the celebrations and parties of everywhere else, the night vibrates with an unfamiliar and quite frankly, uncomfortable energy. He's used to a thriving night world, but not like this.
His hair is still damp from dealing with the beach corpses earlier, the briny sea harder to wash out than he likes. He likes the center of the temple less, and he gives it a fair berth.
But someone's looking up at the ceiling, and Alucard can't help but pause. Follow the gaze upwards.]
I can't tell if that center hole is intentional or not.
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His hair is still damp from dealing with the beach corpses earlier, the briny sea harder to wash out than he likes. He likes the center of the temple less, and he gives it a fair berth.
But someone's looking up at the ceiling, and Alucard can't help but pause. Follow the gaze upwards.]
I can't tell if that center hole is intentional or not.