[Sypha is both disgusted and delighted by vampire dick jokes, and that makes the morning go by so much easier. In the servants' quarters there are no surprises, save for a few comfortable mattresses that get brought down into the kitchen come midday. (Trevor is forbidden from carrying anything. He supervises the vampire.) The afternon is spent going through the east wing, which is really just a few rooms meant for public use. A great hall because this all still involves the goddamn King of France.
So the afternoon finishes early. Sypha goes back to the lab to see if there are any details missed, Trevor's given free reign, and Alucard picks up the notebook that is his assigned reading. He doesn't like it. His father's notebooks are often full of nightmareish thoughts and he expects this one to be no different.
The theory of a cure is...it's trying to find a way to purify blood through some kind of filtering system. At least that's how it starts out. Then it's what if it is some kind of magnetic concept (not articulated as such, this is before his father knew all the future things), and then just every progress note on the stone's development.
Handwriting betrays emotion. When it becomes wild, Alucard can picture his father's face and the fury in it. Young and human but still with that horrible rage. He closes it a few times and puts it aside. There's something familiar and alien at the same time. He doesn't fucking like it.
And when he reaches that last page, there is a blessing and a curse.]
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So the afternoon finishes early. Sypha goes back to the lab to see if there are any details missed, Trevor's given free reign, and Alucard picks up the notebook that is his assigned reading. He doesn't like it. His father's notebooks are often full of nightmareish thoughts and he expects this one to be no different.
The theory of a cure is...it's trying to find a way to purify blood through some kind of filtering system. At least that's how it starts out. Then it's what if it is some kind of magnetic concept (not articulated as such, this is before his father knew all the future things), and then just every progress note on the stone's development.
Handwriting betrays emotion. When it becomes wild, Alucard can picture his father's face and the fury in it. Young and human but still with that horrible rage. He closes it a few times and puts it aside. There's something familiar and alien at the same time. He doesn't fucking like it.
And when he reaches that last page, there is a blessing and a curse.]
There's more than one notebook.