[The tamer's down, which gives Alucard a split second to try and run after the forgemaster. Any concern he had about safety is gone now, as the young woman's taken care of the problem at hand. He lets his legs go as quickly as they can, claws outstretched, struggling to grab onto any part of the man. Trevor can track him if Alucard can get just a scrap, an inch of hair or cloth or anything, but--
--the thing smacks Alucard in the face. It doesn't hurt, not really, but then there's a terrible whiff of it, and the world around him starts to shift. He slows down, slows down terribly. There's no desire to run after the man, violence isn't allowed. He can't...
...Alucard covers his nose with his shirt. Whatever this is, he can't be exposed to it. It dulls him, and that means he must focus on other things instead. Girl with a firearm. Better, safer, fuck. Just retreating from the thing is improving his own state.
He isn't moving fast, for the smell of the resin is starting to perfume the air. Alucard walks back, trying to play it off as just being calm about the situation, and pauses to pick up the whip. It hurts, but with the stench in the air, it doesn't hurt as badly.
Now for the important part.]
I'm not a doctor, but I think you're right about what was caught.
[Because technically, technically that's true. Alucard's careful as he gestures to be followed.]
And you had impressive timing.
[Walk. Walk with him and get out of here. Please.]
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--the thing smacks Alucard in the face. It doesn't hurt, not really, but then there's a terrible whiff of it, and the world around him starts to shift. He slows down, slows down terribly. There's no desire to run after the man, violence isn't allowed. He can't...
...Alucard covers his nose with his shirt. Whatever this is, he can't be exposed to it. It dulls him, and that means he must focus on other things instead. Girl with a firearm. Better, safer, fuck. Just retreating from the thing is improving his own state.
He isn't moving fast, for the smell of the resin is starting to perfume the air. Alucard walks back, trying to play it off as just being calm about the situation, and pauses to pick up the whip. It hurts, but with the stench in the air, it doesn't hurt as badly.
Now for the important part.]
I'm not a doctor, but I think you're right about what was caught.
[Because technically, technically that's true. Alucard's careful as he gestures to be followed.]
And you had impressive timing.
[Walk. Walk with him and get out of here. Please.]