[Alucard checks the clothes. He wants to make sure there's nothing stolen from the familiar things they've come to see in the estate, and it takes him a few moments to do so. There's a hiss or two (silver sewn into some finer fabrics, he waves his hand like Trevor or Sypha do when there's a hot pot they've touched), but in the end, it's hardly anything of importance.
Satisfied with that, the creams and powders are checked too. A few get sniffed.]
Some of these are poisons.
[Dying on stage because your skin absorbed the wrong thing. That's a special kind of fucked up. An excellent motivator to keep this all from happening.]
...We cannot let this place stand after we leave it.
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Satisfied with that, the creams and powders are checked too. A few get sniffed.]
Some of these are poisons.
[Dying on stage because your skin absorbed the wrong thing. That's a special kind of fucked up. An excellent motivator to keep this all from happening.]
...We cannot let this place stand after we leave it.