Yes. Recall how much metal was in Gresit? Consider how much all of that weighed, in the end. Now multiply it. The weight and stress created for movement, both physical and magical, precludes any kind of organic material. On this small of a scale, it's fine, but to scale up, well. Things fall apart.
[He stands there with his arms folded, considering the prototype for just a moment more. Alucard's arm is heavy with papers now, everything pressed to his side.]
This is all testing the theory, after all. Changes in design were bound to happen.
[ Which, you know, last thing that a Belmont ought to be saying about any iteration of Dracula's castle. But he already calls the place home, so his relationship with the place where so many of his family died can't really get that much weirder.
He finally stops playing with the prototype and looks Alucard over. ]
Is that everything you need? We done with this shitty place for now?
Those ones won't be cute, Alucard. They'll be big fuckoff metal things. [ And, with a somewhat threatening tone. ] If you've forgotten Leon Belmont's wisdom on big metal things not being cute, I could remind you.
[ And he nods. ]
There are others, but they aren't- let's not. There won't be anything of worth there.
[ Leon had had words about the rooms adjoining this one. But Alucard has quite enough of the things his Father was forced to do here with just his inventions. Best not to take him anywhere that human test subjects would have been used. ]
But everything else is sobering. Instinct says that there is still wisdom to be had in those other labs, but the way Trevor has to clarify that no, no that direction lies nothing pleasant is enough to still the tongue.
It's protective, in Trevor's own way. He has the accounts memorized besides, he'd be able to at least guess about what notes were elsewhere.
There's a few books tossed to the side that catch Alucard's eye. He recognizes how they've been ordered, so he scoops them up too.]
''And now', I said 'Let us be gone from this terrible, evil place.' For I was well and truly done with this vampire's shit, and longed to leave him four centuries ago where he fucking belonged.'
[ He holds out his arms, offering to take at least some of the papers. He knows the weight isn't a problem for Alucard, but it's weird not to offer. ]
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[He stands there with his arms folded, considering the prototype for just a moment more. Alucard's arm is heavy with papers now, everything pressed to his side.]
This is all testing the theory, after all. Changes in design were bound to happen.
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[ Which, you know, last thing that a Belmont ought to be saying about any iteration of Dracula's castle. But he already calls the place home, so his relationship with the place where so many of his family died can't really get that much weirder.
He finally stops playing with the prototype and looks Alucard over. ]
Is that everything you need? We done with this shitty place for now?
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[Now he's just being an ass. A very, very serious ass, but at least he's joking to any degree. That's a good sign.]
Is this the only room?
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[ And he nods. ]
There are others, but they aren't- let's not. There won't be anything of worth there.
[ Leon had had words about the rooms adjoining this one. But Alucard has quite enough of the things his Father was forced to do here with just his inventions. Best not to take him anywhere that human test subjects would have been used. ]
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But everything else is sobering. Instinct says that there is still wisdom to be had in those other labs, but the way Trevor has to clarify that no, no that direction lies nothing pleasant is enough to still the tongue.
It's protective, in Trevor's own way. He has the accounts memorized besides, he'd be able to at least guess about what notes were elsewhere.
There's a few books tossed to the side that catch Alucard's eye. He recognizes how they've been ordered, so he scoops them up too.]
Then let us depart.
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[ He holds out his arms, offering to take at least some of the papers. He knows the weight isn't a problem for Alucard, but it's weird not to offer. ]
That one was me.
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That was longer than it should have been. I think memorizing those journals is doing things to your mind. You're speech is becoming downright flowery.
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Is that a complaint, my very dearest?
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Fuck you.