[ He breathes when he reaches the end of the staircase. Going back up he'll be able to handle, but going down a set of very steep, uneven stairs in the dark is unpleasant even with Alucard going first, both able to float and stable enough to keep his balance if he's fallen into. He moves closer to the cell bars, frowning as he runs a hand over the metal.
And then there is that great roar that Leon wrote of as a massive engine in the centre of the room bursts into life, fire boiling water which turns things and pulls things and he's not going to pretend he understands that much of it. A light turns on, loud and far too bright. Lightning trapped between two rods, like a far larger version of the small bulbs in the castle.
Papers are scattered across the floor of the cell, visible now in the bright light. Some detail the workings of the great engine. Others are an attempt at a scientist's interpretation of the experienced of being turned, starting rational and measured and twisting into pain and fury. There are bottles everywhere, some broken and some empty, some half-filled with long-dried blood and some still sealed. Walter had kept his precious alchemist well-fed. ]
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[ He breathes when he reaches the end of the staircase. Going back up he'll be able to handle, but going down a set of very steep, uneven stairs in the dark is unpleasant even with Alucard going first, both able to float and stable enough to keep his balance if he's fallen into. He moves closer to the cell bars, frowning as he runs a hand over the metal.
And then there is that great roar that Leon wrote of as a massive engine in the centre of the room bursts into life, fire boiling water which turns things and pulls things and he's not going to pretend he understands that much of it. A light turns on, loud and far too bright. Lightning trapped between two rods, like a far larger version of the small bulbs in the castle.
Papers are scattered across the floor of the cell, visible now in the bright light. Some detail the workings of the great engine. Others are an attempt at a scientist's interpretation of the experienced of being turned, starting rational and measured and twisting into pain and fury. There are bottles everywhere, some broken and some empty, some half-filled with long-dried blood and some still sealed. Walter had kept his precious alchemist well-fed. ]
Well shit- I think that might be Leon's monster.