[What it is, in the end, is an order form of sorts, isn't it? Like a butcher's diagram of meat cuts, except human shaped and with specific requests already made of it. Alucard's entire face pales (as if that was already possible), and Trevor's moving his hand without any say so.
The thing is then bathed in light, and then it crumples up into nothing at all before Alucard can make more sense of it. This...it's as cursed an object as the three of them have ever encountered, and made all the worse for what it meant. What might have happened if they didn't interfere.
But it sets off a new panic, and Alucard's voice is low.]
Trevor. [He's looking down at the space where the paper was.] For an escape, might there be invisible lines to make those cuts just in case....
[He thinks of piano wire, pulled tight, slicing through, through, through, and Alucard hates his own mind for thinking of it.]]
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The thing is then bathed in light, and then it crumples up into nothing at all before Alucard can make more sense of it. This...it's as cursed an object as the three of them have ever encountered, and made all the worse for what it meant. What might have happened if they didn't interfere.
But it sets off a new panic, and Alucard's voice is low.]
Trevor. [He's looking down at the space where the paper was.] For an escape, might there be invisible lines to make those cuts just in case....
[He thinks of piano wire, pulled tight, slicing through, through, through, and Alucard hates his own mind for thinking of it.]]