[It is after Trevor is Trevor again on the ninth day that a wild thought hits Alucard. Their experiments with the filtration have come with mixed success so far: Trevor's own human blood, a little transubsantiated wine, a lot of actual science, and pure will pushed through the sapphire stone (what else is sapphire but opposite of crimson?) work in fits and starts, but it eventually all fails. Different amounts of each have suggested that there is a formula that can work, but the exact one is still a mystery.
(The ethics have been discussed. Two weeks is all any of them can bear. It is a fair agreement.)
Spit. Trevor's specifically, because in the end this is about returning blood to a neutral form through not only science but the weird metaphyiscal level that all things unwordly exist on. Vampires included. They have every agent needed except for a neutral form, because nothing else is. Alucard remembers what it was like when Trevor mixed communion wine and his own fluids to reset all the holiness of the things from the Hold. It makes sense here. The spit is Trevor at his baseline. It is the way to indicate to all other components that this is how things ought to be, here is the pattern to follow.
The rest is magic. The rest is science. The rest is faith. The rest is sheer fucking will, and that last part must come from all three.
It is painful, using Trevor as a science experiment. Miserable because every attempt has come with failure. There's no optimism in Alucard today as they all prepare for the next round of fighting the first sign of turning, the part that happens during daylight. It is a third night, so at some point Alucard will have to go out and get blood, as the third day means Trevor's body has eaten too much of itself in this struggle.
Two minutes to go. Sypha is holding the stone in her hands, speaking the words that charge it and prepare it to work. Alucard tries to send his own will up through the tubing of it as he puts the firt of two needles into Trevor's arm. (He makes sure it's the opposite arm that Trevor didn't nearly tear to shreds.) There is minimal incense now, because Alucard needs a clear head. Too much and he's fogged over. Useless when he ought to be in his element.
Both needles are in place. One minute to go. Sypha brings the stone down between all three of them, and Alucard wraps his hands around it.]
no subject
(The ethics have been discussed. Two weeks is all any of them can bear. It is a fair agreement.)
Spit. Trevor's specifically, because in the end this is about returning blood to a neutral form through not only science but the weird metaphyiscal level that all things unwordly exist on. Vampires included. They have every agent needed except for a neutral form, because nothing else is. Alucard remembers what it was like when Trevor mixed communion wine and his own fluids to reset all the holiness of the things from the Hold. It makes sense here. The spit is Trevor at his baseline. It is the way to indicate to all other components that this is how things ought to be, here is the pattern to follow.
The rest is magic. The rest is science. The rest is faith. The rest is sheer fucking will, and that last part must come from all three.
It is painful, using Trevor as a science experiment. Miserable because every attempt has come with failure. There's no optimism in Alucard today as they all prepare for the next round of fighting the first sign of turning, the part that happens during daylight. It is a third night, so at some point Alucard will have to go out and get blood, as the third day means Trevor's body has eaten too much of itself in this struggle.
Two minutes to go. Sypha is holding the stone in her hands, speaking the words that charge it and prepare it to work. Alucard tries to send his own will up through the tubing of it as he puts the firt of two needles into Trevor's arm. (He makes sure it's the opposite arm that Trevor didn't nearly tear to shreds.) There is minimal incense now, because Alucard needs a clear head. Too much and he's fogged over. Useless when he ought to be in his element.
Both needles are in place. One minute to go. Sypha brings the stone down between all three of them, and Alucard wraps his hands around it.]
You too.