[One last bit of banter. One last bit of light before it all begins anew. Another last hope to spend. Alucard is so very quiet as the last minute passes. As Sypha says that all the intent the stone can reserve is full, and that when she calls for it again, they all need to be able to lay hands and repeat their thoughts as the transfusion tries to work again.
Alucard braces himself. His eyes are no longer on Trevor, but on the tubes, waiting for the signs that the blood has begun it's terrible transformation. The intent mixed with blood mixed with the Blood of Christ mixed with the spit of an excommunicate, it's been flowing already. It has been added preemptively, and for the love of whatever will make this transformation stop, it will be more effective than all past tries.
He tenses. Keeps nails as nails rather than as claws. He doesn't breath.
no subject
[One last bit of banter. One last bit of light before it all begins anew. Another last hope to spend. Alucard is so very quiet as the last minute passes. As Sypha says that all the intent the stone can reserve is full, and that when she calls for it again, they all need to be able to lay hands and repeat their thoughts as the transfusion tries to work again.
Alucard braces himself. His eyes are no longer on Trevor, but on the tubes, waiting for the signs that the blood has begun it's terrible transformation. The intent mixed with blood mixed with the Blood of Christ mixed with the spit of an excommunicate, it's been flowing already. It has been added preemptively, and for the love of whatever will make this transformation stop, it will be more effective than all past tries.
He tenses. Keeps nails as nails rather than as claws. He doesn't breath.
Work. Work or I rend everything asunder.]