Most people don't look at a castle and go 'goodness, what an unworthy castle'!
[ The laughing helps, flooding through the silence of the forest. Perhaps he should be concerned about the sound making it easy to find them, but in the silence even Alucard's light footfall would be sound enough for that. This is better than the quiet. Somehow he doubts there's been any laughter here in a long time. ]
Well I can't exactly be consort to a better vampire, now can I? Most have the good sense not to keep a Belmont around.
People who understand how buildings work can venture upon critique.
[It is said with such sulleness, such grump, that it's hard to believe that the vampire is serious. Except the vampire is serious, which makes the whole thing funnier.
Perhaps, the vampire thinks as they keep going through the forest, that's the better approach. The last time members of their families came this way, it was with grim seriousness. Such a stupid way to avoid being their fathers, and yet.
And this other branch of the conversation. That wouldn't have happened either. Not with these words, even if the affection was close.]
Please, what vampire have you known to have good sense to begin with, you being mine or not?
[ There aren't many vampires he's run into who at least had the sense to not start shit when there's someone around carrying a thing called a Vampire Killer. ]
[The ugh that's on Alucard's lips stops at the word mine. There's just a smile there now, and if it was possible to lean any more into Trevor without knocking him over, Alucard would. As it stands, he can only make sure Trevor sees the look on his face.]
[ It's harder to walk, like this, but the extra effort is worth it. The spring air, even in the eerie quiet, is a welcome break from the endless summer of the estate, and it's hard to be overly concerned with the silence with Alucard leaning into him. It's safe. Pleasant. Like when they collect berries and Alucard carries that ridiculous little basket with him.
The next tree is bent at a sharper angle, almost growing horizontally for a little while, and while the castle isn't yet visible from the ground there's a definite presence that can be felt. ]
I think you'll get your chance to venture upon critique soon enough.
[They don't know if there's a deadline for this work yet. Sypha has a theory or two (the Eve of St. George's Day? It's said to be a day for the evil spirits to pass into our world), and maybe they shouldn't be walking like this through the forest. Hell, they barely walk like this back home. So maybe that says something about what the past few days and weeks worth of revelations have resulted in. Stitching them all closer together out of some stubborn defiance.
That next tree does prompt Alucard to straight up just a hair though. His eyes follow the angle of the tree and he nods.]
Within the next quarter mile.
[He nudges Trevor gently. This must be put on pause, as much as neither of them will like it.]
[ Concussions make Trevor clingy. It's been a lot, and among all the concerns of becoming what was before, there's the knowledge that this could easily end as tragically as it did then. He pauses for just a moment, long enough to pull Alucard closer before letting go. He lets his knuckles brush against Alucard's as they walk, but nothing more.
The trees become more sparse as the castle becomes visible, and the oldest of them bend away from it at ninety degrees before growing upwards once again. And it's- fairly normal, all things considered. Not an unimpressive castle, at least as far as he's concerned. But nothing to signify that it might be terrible in the same way as Dracula's. ]
Would you rather get your comments on the architecture out of the way now, or share them as we go through?
[That last moment is everything. If this all goes to hell (it could so quickly go to hell), those little things will be all there ever were. All the more reason to indulge the impulses now, even when the timing feels ridiculous and inappropriate for the situation's gravity.
Alucard's ice cold sobriety returns with every step, until his usual demeanor is back when they reach the end of the forest. He'll call the place the forest of Eternal Silence for now, and perhaps that name shall stick in the future.
The edifice that greets them is normal. Uninteresting. And so all Alucard says as he begins to cross over to the door comes with a terrible smug look.]
[ The door opens. There's no resistance, nothing like the defenses of the castle. That, at least, he knows to be deliberate. Walter wanted visitors. He thrived upon them. ]
There ought to be a staircase leading downward, at first.
[ They have maps of the place. One theoretical, made by Mathias based upon intelligence gathered from outside. The second is from Leon's journals at the hold, a working map made for himself when he explored it - more reliable but less complete. He nods when he sees the staircase - this place isn't living. Isn't rearranging itself the way Dracula's castle was known to be capable of. That, at least, is a relief. ]
Leon said there was- something down there. Didn't say what, he just didn't like it. Through here, there'll be corridors into the inner parts of the castle.
[There's no reason for a defense. The owner is long dead, and this place so very abandoned. Dust has settled on the interior. Four centuries worth, and as Alucard walks in, the pathway he makes is reflected in that dust.
Leon's journals, the ones here, they were the only guide to go on. Trevor's their strategist, which means everything in those journals has been commited to memory. (They'll be brought to the Hold when all is said and done, to rejoin their siblings. No silver bindings though.)]
Ahead, just to your left.
[There's no windows here. It's the castle of a vampire, why should there be? Alucard moves in that direction, aware his superior eyesight is key here.]
Something down there is probably long dead. We should confirm that, or else destroy what still lives.
[ His hand touches the Morning Star delicately, just for a moment, to be certain he's ready. Whatever is down there, it drove fear into Leon far more than Walter, or anything other than Sara's injury and turning, ever had.
He's not quite certain they're ready for that. But they have to at least know. ]
Downstairs. There might be torches on the way down, it seems like it would be appropriate for the tone.
[By tone Alucard means over dramatic. It was the one word he kept thinking over and over again in reading research beyond Leon's notes, and here, it was an asset.
The downstairs steps are too easily found. Alucard descends the first several, his hand tracing over the wall. Dirt gathers on his gloves, but more importantly, he does fined a torch. He takes it in hand, fiddles for a few moments, and it is lit. (God he misses Sypha.)]
'Here I came upon a great beast wreathed in flame, with skin strong as iron, guarding the place where-' [ 'Where my best loves were kept from me' ] '-the beast was asleep, and the cell he guarded empty, and I knew them to either be dead else taken elsewhere. The beast took no quarrel with me, nor I with it, for I would suffer no delay. These choices, I am certain, is why I live to write, for in all my travels I never saw to terrible a creature. I doubt not that even the Lord of this Castle should tremble before the thing.'
[ He recites the appropriate passage from Leon's journals as he moves down the stairs, tracing over the wall in the same way that Alucard had the whole way. He's careful, because he cannot hit his fucking head twice in one trip. ]
'The beast allowed me to live, and I it, but as I ventured into the galleries of what Mathias called the 'Ghost Theater', I heard the terrible bellows from below. The beast was crying out in rage and pain, and I was consumed at once by the desires to leave this place at once and to return to its side and console it through whatever suffering brought such dreadful cries from it. My quest, however, would tolerate neither.'
[Iron's not an Alucard Problem. Iron is fae and ghost and things that aren't vampire problem, and so he keeps going ever downwards, hand still trailing on the wall. It's to feel for extra torches (he takes one just in case) and it is to keep his balance. Both are needed, and after what feels like an eternity, the ground is solid under Alucard's feet again.
He takes a moment to sniff the air. It's inert here, whatever beast Leon met is long since dead. But there's something strange in that, and Alucard takes a second sniff at the air.
This is familiar. That is wrong.
All the way down and now further in. Alucard gives up at staring in the dark. He lights the torch, and the shadows that flicker show nothing but cell bars.]
[ He breathes when he reaches the end of the staircase. Going back up he'll be able to handle, but going down a set of very steep, uneven stairs in the dark is unpleasant even with Alucard going first, both able to float and stable enough to keep his balance if he's fallen into. He moves closer to the cell bars, frowning as he runs a hand over the metal.
And then there is that great roar that Leon wrote of as a massive engine in the centre of the room bursts into life, fire boiling water which turns things and pulls things and he's not going to pretend he understands that much of it. A light turns on, loud and far too bright. Lightning trapped between two rods, like a far larger version of the small bulbs in the castle.
Papers are scattered across the floor of the cell, visible now in the bright light. Some detail the workings of the great engine. Others are an attempt at a scientist's interpretation of the experienced of being turned, starting rational and measured and twisting into pain and fury. There are bottles everywhere, some broken and some empty, some half-filled with long-dried blood and some still sealed. Walter had kept his precious alchemist well-fed. ]
[Alucard doesn't stay back, because this? This he knows. That engine, the shape of it isn't refined but he knows it and there's no fear in approaching. A grim smile of satisfaction flicks over Alucard's face.]
It's an early version of how the castle moves. Moved, rather.
[Because Sypha still broke it. He takes advantage of the light in order to observe what lies around them, and the pages on the ground have that familiar handwriting too. The writings about the engines, they evolve into diagrams quickly. Alucard can't help but start to gather them up, because to unbreak the castle would be to afford safety if a matter like Carmilla strikes again. (He ignores the cell. The bars. It aches in horrifying ways he never knew existed before, and now that information shall be the domains of new dreams.)
This isn't a mission to gather paper. Alucard doesn't care, he holds the pages close to his chest.]
Too much originates here. But that also means that any extremely strange passages might be a matter of encountering more technological marvels rather than real demons and the like.
[ He repeats it with a lot more feeling, because- well shit. ]
...you know that we have to destroy this before we leave France.
[ He's glad that Alucard found it and everything, but- they can't let this stay here. Where it could be found so, so easily by anyone. It's a miracle that nobody's stumbled upon it before now. ]
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[ Wow rude. He's perfectly fine with having had all his titles stripped away. Literally the only part of that situation he's okay with. ]
'Trevor Belmont, Consort to the Worst Vampire in Europe'. I can live with that.
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{THIS IS 200% PURE DAD RIGHT NOW it cannot be helped
And that comment, strangely enough, just gets an all too pleased laugh.]
You're only content with that because it involves mocking me in the process.
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[ The laughing helps, flooding through the silence of the forest. Perhaps he should be concerned about the sound making it easy to find them, but in the silence even Alucard's light footfall would be sound enough for that. This is better than the quiet. Somehow he doubts there's been any laughter here in a long time. ]
Well I can't exactly be consort to a better vampire, now can I? Most have the good sense not to keep a Belmont around.
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[It is said with such sulleness, such grump, that it's hard to believe that the vampire is serious. Except the vampire is serious, which makes the whole thing funnier.
Perhaps, the vampire thinks as they keep going through the forest, that's the better approach. The last time members of their families came this way, it was with grim seriousness. Such a stupid way to avoid being their fathers, and yet.
And this other branch of the conversation. That wouldn't have happened either. Not with these words, even if the affection was close.]
Please, what vampire have you known to have good sense to begin with, you being mine or not?
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[ There aren't many vampires he's run into who at least had the sense to not start shit when there's someone around carrying a thing called a Vampire Killer. ]
What title would you prefer, then?
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[There's a soft sigh of consideration. Titles are pointless with the three of them, aren't they? Which makes the answer easy to produce.]
Yours and hers. Nothing else at all.
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[ He already has an arm around Alucard's shoulders, so he pulls him closer and grins. ]
'Trevor Belmont, Consort to Yours and Hers'. Doesn't quite have the same ring to it, but I can work with it.
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The word consort is what makes it all too strange sounding. Never liked the word, it doesn't imply a sense of equality.
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[ He laughs at himself, remembering how little Alucard cares for that particular title, and squeezes his shoulder. ]
Mine.
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Always.
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The next tree is bent at a sharper angle, almost growing horizontally for a little while, and while the castle isn't yet visible from the ground there's a definite presence that can be felt. ]
I think you'll get your chance to venture upon critique soon enough.
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That next tree does prompt Alucard to straight up just a hair though. His eyes follow the angle of the tree and he nods.]
Within the next quarter mile.
[He nudges Trevor gently. This must be put on pause, as much as neither of them will like it.]
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Concussions make Trevor clingy. It's been a lot, and among all the concerns of becoming what was before, there's the knowledge that this could easily end as tragically as it did then. He pauses for just a moment, long enough to pull Alucard closer before letting go. He lets his knuckles brush against Alucard's as they walk, but nothing more.The trees become more sparse as the castle becomes visible, and the oldest of them bend away from it at ninety degrees before growing upwards once again. And it's- fairly normal, all things considered. Not an unimpressive castle, at least as far as he's concerned. But nothing to signify that it might be terrible in the same way as Dracula's. ]
Would you rather get your comments on the architecture out of the way now, or share them as we go through?
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Alucard's ice cold sobriety returns with every step, until his usual demeanor is back when they reach the end of the forest. He'll call the place the forest of Eternal Silence for now, and perhaps that name shall stick in the future.
The edifice that greets them is normal. Uninteresting. And so all Alucard says as he begins to cross over to the door comes with a terrible smug look.]
As I said before. It looks basic.
[And like that, he's at the door.]
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There ought to be a staircase leading downward, at first.
[ They have maps of the place. One theoretical, made by Mathias based upon intelligence gathered from outside. The second is from Leon's journals at the hold, a working map made for himself when he explored it - more reliable but less complete. He nods when he sees the staircase - this place isn't living. Isn't rearranging itself the way Dracula's castle was known to be capable of. That, at least, is a relief. ]
Leon said there was- something down there. Didn't say what, he just didn't like it. Through here, there'll be corridors into the inner parts of the castle.
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Leon's journals, the ones here, they were the only guide to go on. Trevor's their strategist, which means everything in those journals has been commited to memory. (They'll be brought to the Hold when all is said and done, to rejoin their siblings. No silver bindings though.)]
Ahead, just to your left.
[There's no windows here. It's the castle of a vampire, why should there be? Alucard moves in that direction, aware his superior eyesight is key here.]
Something down there is probably long dead. We should confirm that, or else destroy what still lives.
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He's not quite certain they're ready for that. But they have to at least know. ]
Downstairs first, then?
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[By tone Alucard means over dramatic. It was the one word he kept thinking over and over again in reading research beyond Leon's notes, and here, it was an asset.
The downstairs steps are too easily found. Alucard descends the first several, his hand tracing over the wall. Dirt gathers on his gloves, but more importantly, he does fined a torch. He takes it in hand, fiddles for a few moments, and it is lit. (God he misses Sypha.)]
It's steeper than it looks.
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[ He recites the appropriate passage from Leon's journals as he moves down the stairs, tracing over the wall in the same way that Alucard had the whole way. He's careful, because he cannot hit his fucking head twice in one trip. ]
'The beast allowed me to live, and I it, but as I ventured into the galleries of what Mathias called the 'Ghost Theater', I heard the terrible bellows from below. The beast was crying out in rage and pain, and I was consumed at once by the desires to leave this place at once and to return to its side and console it through whatever suffering brought such dreadful cries from it. My quest, however, would tolerate neither.'
So something shitty, is what I think he's saying.
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[Iron's not an Alucard Problem. Iron is fae and ghost and things that aren't vampire problem, and so he keeps going ever downwards, hand still trailing on the wall. It's to feel for extra torches (he takes one just in case) and it is to keep his balance. Both are needed, and after what feels like an eternity, the ground is solid under Alucard's feet again.
He takes a moment to sniff the air. It's inert here, whatever beast Leon met is long since dead. But there's something strange in that, and Alucard takes a second sniff at the air.
This is familiar. That is wrong.
All the way down and now further in. Alucard gives up at staring in the dark. He lights the torch, and the shadows that flicker show nothing but cell bars.]
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[ He breathes when he reaches the end of the staircase. Going back up he'll be able to handle, but going down a set of very steep, uneven stairs in the dark is unpleasant even with Alucard going first, both able to float and stable enough to keep his balance if he's fallen into. He moves closer to the cell bars, frowning as he runs a hand over the metal.
And then there is that great roar that Leon wrote of as a massive engine in the centre of the room bursts into life, fire boiling water which turns things and pulls things and he's not going to pretend he understands that much of it. A light turns on, loud and far too bright. Lightning trapped between two rods, like a far larger version of the small bulbs in the castle.
Papers are scattered across the floor of the cell, visible now in the bright light. Some detail the workings of the great engine. Others are an attempt at a scientist's interpretation of the experienced of being turned, starting rational and measured and twisting into pain and fury. There are bottles everywhere, some broken and some empty, some half-filled with long-dried blood and some still sealed. Walter had kept his precious alchemist well-fed. ]
Well shit- I think that might be Leon's monster.
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[Alucard doesn't stay back, because this? This he knows. That engine, the shape of it isn't refined but he knows it and there's no fear in approaching. A grim smile of satisfaction flicks over Alucard's face.]
It's an early version of how the castle moves. Moved, rather.
[Because Sypha still broke it. He takes advantage of the light in order to observe what lies around them, and the pages on the ground have that familiar handwriting too. The writings about the engines, they evolve into diagrams quickly. Alucard can't help but start to gather them up, because to unbreak the castle would be to afford safety if a matter like Carmilla strikes again. (He ignores the cell. The bars. It aches in horrifying ways he never knew existed before, and now that information shall be the domains of new dreams.)
This isn't a mission to gather paper. Alucard doesn't care, he holds the pages close to his chest.]
Too much originates here. But that also means that any extremely strange passages might be a matter of encountering more technological marvels rather than real demons and the like.
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[ He repeats it with a lot more feeling, because- well shit. ]
...you know that we have to destroy this before we leave France.
[ He's glad that Alucard found it and everything, but- they can't let this stay here. Where it could be found so, so easily by anyone. It's a miracle that nobody's stumbled upon it before now. ]
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[The response is firm and confident. And then, because he can't help it:]
We should get Sypha to do it.
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Do you have everything you need? Hopefully it should be easier to see with this thing on, at least.
[ He laughs again, though this time there's a little less humor to it. ]
We can find out all the rest of the shit that Leon got wrong.
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tmw ur a brit but ur spellcheck is american and you have to use the word 'theatre' 700 times
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