[Iron's not an Alucard Problem. Iron is fae and ghost and things that aren't vampire problem, and so he keeps going ever downwards, hand still trailing on the wall. It's to feel for extra torches (he takes one just in case) and it is to keep his balance. Both are needed, and after what feels like an eternity, the ground is solid under Alucard's feet again.
He takes a moment to sniff the air. It's inert here, whatever beast Leon met is long since dead. But there's something strange in that, and Alucard takes a second sniff at the air.
This is familiar. That is wrong.
All the way down and now further in. Alucard gives up at staring in the dark. He lights the torch, and the shadows that flicker show nothing but cell bars.]
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[Iron's not an Alucard Problem. Iron is fae and ghost and things that aren't vampire problem, and so he keeps going ever downwards, hand still trailing on the wall. It's to feel for extra torches (he takes one just in case) and it is to keep his balance. Both are needed, and after what feels like an eternity, the ground is solid under Alucard's feet again.
He takes a moment to sniff the air. It's inert here, whatever beast Leon met is long since dead. But there's something strange in that, and Alucard takes a second sniff at the air.
This is familiar. That is wrong.
All the way down and now further in. Alucard gives up at staring in the dark. He lights the torch, and the shadows that flicker show nothing but cell bars.]