[ Which is probably not what Alucard wants to hear. ]
Dracula was able to handle it safely. But he made the thing. Nobody else ever has handled it until now, to my knowledge. Honestly, you would be the best positioned to know. You've seen his diagrams of the thing. Did he ever wear it in your presence or your mothers? If he did, we can be certain that it's safe.
[ He doesn't out a whole lot of faith into this 'Dracula was a cool guy actually' thing, but there's demonstrable proof that he cared dearly for his wife and son. He wouldn't have endangered them. ]
Otherwise, we ought to take whatever precautions we can.
[ Which means silver, more than likely. So this, at least, is a Trevor job. ]
[There are easy memories to parse through, ones not wrapped up in the sheer bugfuck horror of what Dracula did after Lisa's death. Ones outside that little bedroom (scene of a murder), many in the library, a few in Gresit, and outside at night with about five telescopes because they all had different and important uses. Going through the details, seeking something, that's harder.
Alucard pauses, then shakes his head because he's realized the logic of the few times he ever saw it. Never at home. A place of power, yes, but also a place to reassert his father's lost humanity. Why would his mother even entertain it being used?]
Not unless he was away from the castle. I never paid attention to it or felt any ill effects, but it was still on his person. If the kind of magic used here is any indication, it could respond only to him. We'd be better off acting as cautiously as possible. This thing is still an unknown quantity in all the ways that matter.
Let me deal with it, then. I'll throw together something to contain it.
[ It's awful, to have to shove Alucard out of the picture when dealing with the last physical fragment of his own father. But it needs to be done. There are so many things that could go wrong here, and so many things they don't know. Between the selection of weapons and substances that Alucard is not allowed to touch, he can probably make something that will work. ]
I born to deal with that fucking stone, after all.
I expect there will be silver in the lab, I'd be amazed if there wasn't. The notebook has the thing's dimensions, I'd consider constructing a containment case for it through some means.
[No, Alucard, there's no silversmithy here. But there's Sypha and her fire, and that's even better.
And it's...easier to let Trevor take the lead on this. Fewer messy emotions that are placed squarely on Alucard's shoulders. (That's unfair though, isn't it? Even if this counts as squarely Belmont Things. One family cleaning up the mess of another.)]
And there can be additional warding spells and the like put in the case once it's constructed.
If there isn't any, some of the shit I brought can be melted down. You'll need to take them off the index, but I'm sure you'd be happy to see the back of a few of them.
[ He's got a shape in mind for the case already. For the short term, the threads of that net of silver wire that was used to capture Alucard in the first place can be re-purposed and woven into a small bag to collect and move the thing safely. Once it's back here, a hollow container of iron, silvered on the inside and than filled with communion wine, warded with whatever they can manage. ]
Sypha will need to handle wards. Once I'm done with this fucking thing, you don't enter the same room as it.
Editing a record takes maybe two minutes at most. Hardly much work.
[But to the rest of the plan, Alucard nods in steadfast agreement. There are times when his nature makes planning hard and forces him to remain on the edges. He hates it, but safety is the priority. Survival is the priority.]
Understood. We'll use the lab for it's intended purpose then.
We check the rest of the house tomorrow, then. I'll see what your father and Leon left for us to work with. And if everything replaces itself, and what happens to whatever becomes of what's used when it does.
[ Because there's no sense in using materials from here if they just pull themselves out of whatever they're used to create at the end of the day. ]
To the effect on the last one: can you both experiment with a prototype of the case using only the material in the lab today? It'd be useful not only for testing the reset, but for seeing how your idea bears out in crafting what we need to complete this work.
I'm not allowed to walk unsupervised, and you want me to do metalwork.
[ It sounds ridiculous, but it's about the right kind of priorities for dealing the Trevor. He's fucked up walking a lot of times in his life, never working with silver. ]
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[ Which is probably not what Alucard wants to hear. ]
Dracula was able to handle it safely. But he made the thing. Nobody else ever has handled it until now, to my knowledge. Honestly, you would be the best positioned to know. You've seen his diagrams of the thing. Did he ever wear it in your presence or your mothers? If he did, we can be certain that it's safe.
[ He doesn't out a whole lot of faith into this 'Dracula was a cool guy actually' thing, but there's demonstrable proof that he cared dearly for his wife and son. He wouldn't have endangered them. ]
Otherwise, we ought to take whatever precautions we can.
[ Which means silver, more than likely. So this, at least, is a Trevor job. ]
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Alucard pauses, then shakes his head because he's realized the logic of the few times he ever saw it. Never at home. A place of power, yes, but also a place to reassert his father's lost humanity. Why would his mother even entertain it being used?]
Not unless he was away from the castle. I never paid attention to it or felt any ill effects, but it was still on his person. If the kind of magic used here is any indication, it could respond only to him. We'd be better off acting as cautiously as possible. This thing is still an unknown quantity in all the ways that matter.
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[ It's awful, to have to shove Alucard out of the picture when dealing with the last physical fragment of his own father. But it needs to be done. There are so many things that could go wrong here, and so many things they don't know. Between the selection of weapons and substances that Alucard is not allowed to touch, he can probably make something that will work. ]
I born to deal with that fucking stone, after all.
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[No, Alucard, there's no silversmithy here. But there's Sypha and her fire, and that's even better.
And it's...easier to let Trevor take the lead on this. Fewer messy emotions that are placed squarely on Alucard's shoulders. (That's unfair though, isn't it? Even if this counts as squarely Belmont Things. One family cleaning up the mess of another.)]
And there can be additional warding spells and the like put in the case once it's constructed.
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[ He's got a shape in mind for the case already. For the short term, the threads of that net of silver wire that was used to capture Alucard in the first place can be re-purposed and woven into a small bag to collect and move the thing safely. Once it's back here, a hollow container of iron, silvered on the inside and than filled with communion wine, warded with whatever they can manage. ]
Sypha will need to handle wards. Once I'm done with this fucking thing, you don't enter the same room as it.
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[But to the rest of the plan, Alucard nods in steadfast agreement. There are times when his nature makes planning hard and forces him to remain on the edges. He hates it, but safety is the priority. Survival is the priority.]
Understood. We'll use the lab for it's intended purpose then.
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[ Because there's no sense in using materials from here if they just pull themselves out of whatever they're used to create at the end of the day. ]
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[ It sounds ridiculous, but it's about the right kind of priorities for dealing the Trevor. He's fucked up walking a lot of times in his life, never working with silver. ]
I can do that.
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[TREVOR. He sighs.]
You're back to being an ass. I'd say that your recovery is nearly complete.