[Alucard pauses and looks around for something to use to deal with the door. Anything that would minimize contact, and Trevor bitches that he could stand to abandon a fucking sock at this rate. That nearly gets into an argument about socks being important, and Alucard decides that this is in fact stupid. He tears off a tiny piece of his own shirt instead, and he'll find some way to destroy the fabric before they leave. He can't let this man find the castle. (A castle that is far better cloaked than anyone could hope for, because only Belmonts can fight Dracula's magic, but still.)
Before he enters, Alucard draws out his sword. It hovers over his shoulder as he walks in, and at this point the spell that he is cloaked in picks up in intensity. There is not a white light around him but a blue glow, the kind of thing that means something is likely burning to hot.
What he finds does, in fact, make Alucard want to scream. There's a thing that has Sypha attached to the floor, there is blood on her arms, there is no evidence of food or water around her, and even as he lunges forward, Trevor is holding him back because look at the thing on the floor.
Alucard does. He understands, he can't cross that thing. He swears softly, like he's arguing with himself (he is.)
But then the argument ends, and he can at least move to the edge of that horrible thing. When he says her name, it is laced with fear. Fear that she's no longer herself, that there's something wearing her skin instead, a million options and none of them good.]
Sypha?
[More than anything else, his voice is so, so small.]
no subject
Before he enters, Alucard draws out his sword. It hovers over his shoulder as he walks in, and at this point the spell that he is cloaked in picks up in intensity. There is not a white light around him but a blue glow, the kind of thing that means something is likely burning to hot.
What he finds does, in fact, make Alucard want to scream. There's a thing that has Sypha attached to the floor, there is blood on her arms, there is no evidence of food or water around her, and even as he lunges forward, Trevor is holding him back because look at the thing on the floor.
Alucard does. He understands, he can't cross that thing. He swears softly, like he's arguing with himself (he is.)
But then the argument ends, and he can at least move to the edge of that horrible thing. When he says her name, it is laced with fear. Fear that she's no longer herself, that there's something wearing her skin instead, a million options and none of them good.]
Sypha?
[More than anything else, his voice is so, so small.]