[Slowly but surely, the two groups are converging on the crossroads. It's apparent, now that the priest is closer, that his gait is not that of a living man; he shambles, somewhat, when there is no one around to see how he moves. Perhaps when he has an audience he is more cautious, but otherwise, it would be a waste of time and energy to pretend when there is no one there to witness the deception.
The others have brought the tools of their trade with them, tonight. Whether it's because the priest told them to or because they simply know better than to travel such roads at night with no protection is anyone's guess. Regardless, the glint of such things is there: knives, stakes, silver crosses, garlic. Amateurish, perhaps, but ready to cause trouble.
She steals a glance at Trevor, who nods slightly back and moves closer in to Alucard, ready to make their move when the moment is right. Perhaps that's for the best; leave the priest to Sypha, who has no strong opinions about his religion or his faith either way, than entrust him to Alucard or Trevor, whose biases might get in the way of his capture.]
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The others have brought the tools of their trade with them, tonight. Whether it's because the priest told them to or because they simply know better than to travel such roads at night with no protection is anyone's guess. Regardless, the glint of such things is there: knives, stakes, silver crosses, garlic. Amateurish, perhaps, but ready to cause trouble.
She steals a glance at Trevor, who nods slightly back and moves closer in to Alucard, ready to make their move when the moment is right. Perhaps that's for the best; leave the priest to Sypha, who has no strong opinions about his religion or his faith either way, than entrust him to Alucard or Trevor, whose biases might get in the way of his capture.]