[The word is said with an ice cold fury from the depths of the castle's labs. Alucard has been there for over 48 hours now, working himself to the bone.
When he had gone to the hospital again, he asked after any new supplements or medications any of the afflicted had been taking within the past few weeks. It ought to have been recorded, but Alucard could not remember the information, nor could he be sure that the question covered things that weren't strictly prescribed by doctors. There were always brews and home remedies sold by small time practioners that could escape the mind in such dire circumstances. Tracking those could maybe lead to some kind of common gathering spot for all the victims.
Such as it was, there was one supposed cure-all that three of them had taken. Facilier's Ruby Tonic: A Miracle Draught for All Ills. Sold at one of the open Saturday markets by a young woman with brown hair and sea-green eyes, at least according to the one man lucid enough to answer the question.
That same man had his wife bring the remaining draught to be studied, because Alucard bullshitted something about contamination concerns. He had brought it home and...
...and now he understood.]
Trevor?!
[It was the kind of yell that Alucard always relied on when they were in the house but far apart. Within a single name though there was real panic.]
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[The word is said with an ice cold fury from the depths of the castle's labs. Alucard has been there for over 48 hours now, working himself to the bone.
When he had gone to the hospital again, he asked after any new supplements or medications any of the afflicted had been taking within the past few weeks. It ought to have been recorded, but Alucard could not remember the information, nor could he be sure that the question covered things that weren't strictly prescribed by doctors. There were always brews and home remedies sold by small time practioners that could escape the mind in such dire circumstances. Tracking those could maybe lead to some kind of common gathering spot for all the victims.
Such as it was, there was one supposed cure-all that three of them had taken. Facilier's Ruby Tonic: A Miracle Draught for All Ills. Sold at one of the open Saturday markets by a young woman with brown hair and sea-green eyes, at least according to the one man lucid enough to answer the question.
That same man had his wife bring the remaining draught to be studied, because Alucard bullshitted something about contamination concerns. He had brought it home and...
...and now he understood.]
Trevor?!
[It was the kind of yell that Alucard always relied on when they were in the house but far apart. Within a single name though there was real panic.]