[For just a moment, Alucard stands there in the middle of all of this work (torture, he does not think), and watches Trevor. Because he is still a Belmont, and this is the only reaction that they can ever have.]
Reflexes like a cat.
[He says it with too much fondness in his voice, because this is exactly like watching a cat play with string. Or a laser pointer, except that reference isn't available to him yet.
What Alucard focuses on instead is what is spread out on the tables. The order that his father would have worked in, because that's important for making sense of the work. It takes time for him to skim over everything left. But there's an order to it that reveals itself at a second walk through, and all Alucard need do is gather everything up in the appropriate order. Start with one table. Go to the one directly across from it for the second batch. Go one down for the third. Repeat the pattern until everything is gathered.
Then all that's left is to look at the castle's prototype, because this is the only chance to. It's strange seeing the root of this. Not in a bad way, but because it's a reminder of the part of his father Alucard knew best. The scientist, the inventor, the man who when Alucard was old enough, sat down and began to explain portions of this kind of work to him. It was how they bonded as Alucard grew older, because he was a real adult dhampir instead of just a young boy ploughing through lesson after lesson. Gresit was a collaborative work.
It isn't the thing to reflect on in a place like this, but isn't it though? A far warmer memory of his father than this place ever deserves.
The part that is organic is new though. Alucard approaches it, then nods briefly.]
He was making do with what was available. The organic material would have never stood up to the full stress of the work the castle demanded.
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Reflexes like a cat.
[He says it with too much fondness in his voice, because this is exactly like watching a cat play with string. Or a laser pointer, except that reference isn't available to him yet.
What Alucard focuses on instead is what is spread out on the tables. The order that his father would have worked in, because that's important for making sense of the work. It takes time for him to skim over everything left. But there's an order to it that reveals itself at a second walk through, and all Alucard need do is gather everything up in the appropriate order. Start with one table. Go to the one directly across from it for the second batch. Go one down for the third. Repeat the pattern until everything is gathered.
Then all that's left is to look at the castle's prototype, because this is the only chance to. It's strange seeing the root of this. Not in a bad way, but because it's a reminder of the part of his father Alucard knew best. The scientist, the inventor, the man who when Alucard was old enough, sat down and began to explain portions of this kind of work to him. It was how they bonded as Alucard grew older, because he was a real adult dhampir instead of just a young boy ploughing through lesson after lesson. Gresit was a collaborative work.
It isn't the thing to reflect on in a place like this, but isn't it though? A far warmer memory of his father than this place ever deserves.
The part that is organic is new though. Alucard approaches it, then nods briefly.]
He was making do with what was available. The organic material would have never stood up to the full stress of the work the castle demanded.