[There should at least be a lock. There's no lock. That's the detail that creeps Alucard out the most, for there's no lock and there's no defensive measures besides what was built into the estate at the outset. He tenses at that fact, and the tension does not fade as they all walk through the gates. Enter the grounds to a familiar smell of cleaning solution. (Before his father's blood removal skills improved.)
Who's to enter first? The poetics of the situation suggest that it ought to be Trevor. This is the origin of so many things but....ah. No. The poetics are wrong, if the rank of his father was less than that of Leon Belmont.]
I'll go in first.
[He looks at Trevor with a grim face which cracks into a thin smile.]
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Who's to enter first? The poetics of the situation suggest that it ought to be Trevor. This is the origin of so many things but....ah. No. The poetics are wrong, if the rank of his father was less than that of Leon Belmont.]
I'll go in first.
[He looks at Trevor with a grim face which cracks into a thin smile.]
Sturdier.