[Being compelled away from this place effects even Alucard. That chills him, because compulsion is something he's far more immune to than most. But this is the work of magic and not vampiric nonsense, and there's a point where fighting against the charm is a matter of principle because this will not impact him.
He has no opinion on the horses, other than the whole thing with bribing is absolutely hilarious.
They break through the barrier. The world around them is nearly to the brim with magic. Sypha says it first, and Alucard can only nod in quiet agreement. He's thinking about the journals, about the timeline of things, and there's a soft hiss as he realizes what this place means.]
This isn't a backward season.
[He says it with his usual gravity, crouching down in the grass to feel the warmth there. His glove goes of for good measure.]
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He has no opinion on the horses, other than the whole thing with bribing is absolutely hilarious.
They break through the barrier. The world around them is nearly to the brim with magic. Sypha says it first, and Alucard can only nod in quiet agreement. He's thinking about the journals, about the timeline of things, and there's a soft hiss as he realizes what this place means.]
This isn't a backward season.
[He says it with his usual gravity, crouching down in the grass to feel the warmth there. His glove goes of for good measure.]
It's a place isolated in time. Like an island.