[The worst part about the crouching in Sypha's opinion is the way there isn't enough room for all of them to see at once, and still stay hidden. It also doesn't help that she's the shortest as well as their best ranged fighter, which means she naturally gets relegated to the back so that Trevor and Alucard have room to maneuver in the front without having to worry about hitting her when they deploy, which thanks to the shortness means that she also can't see anything. Well, at least not without climbing halfway onto Trevor to do it, which he only accepts with a modicum of grumbling and the caveat that she's going to have to move the instant something seems to start happening.
The tumblers rattle in the door's lock, and something is now decidedly happening.
Though her vantage point is absolutely terrible, there's shuffling that can be heard. The sweep of a long coat, the squeak of shoes on the pristine bleached floor. There's a girl in the morgue tonight — a tragic young woman who wanted to be with the man she loved and wound up heartbroken by awful news, and now she's here because she'd chased her man straight into death.
It's not a story that sits well with Sypha, for a lot of reasons. Some more glaring than others.
But there are footsteps, now. Pacing. Examining. He talks to himself while he works, this forgemaster, and right now he's talking out his aims — you'll do nicely, he murmurs to himself, and silly girl, among others.
She's holding her breath, and barely even realizes it. In the shadows, she glances to Alucard, who she knows will see her even despite the darkness.]
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The tumblers rattle in the door's lock, and something is now decidedly happening.
Though her vantage point is absolutely terrible, there's shuffling that can be heard. The sweep of a long coat, the squeak of shoes on the pristine bleached floor. There's a girl in the morgue tonight — a tragic young woman who wanted to be with the man she loved and wound up heartbroken by awful news, and now she's here because she'd chased her man straight into death.
It's not a story that sits well with Sypha, for a lot of reasons. Some more glaring than others.
But there are footsteps, now. Pacing. Examining. He talks to himself while he works, this forgemaster, and right now he's talking out his aims — you'll do nicely, he murmurs to himself, and silly girl, among others.
She's holding her breath, and barely even realizes it. In the shadows, she glances to Alucard, who she knows will see her even despite the darkness.]