[Her control over them remains complete — almost. Once she's got the mass of figurative strings in her hands, it's easier to keep hold of them than it was to collect them, but she's still exhausted and dizzy and being jostled around by their sprint up the stairs, and she's so scattered in her composure that she doesn't really realize what's happening as a result of her focus. She's not just controlling these spells; on some level she's stealing them, grasping the whole of the house and taking command of it, and as she does all of the secrets woven into the spellwork come pouring into her, all of the magic stolen it's all different it's stolen he did this with the magic he stole from his victims and that's why it's so chaotic, so different —
It's only inevitable, perhaps, that one of the threads would slip from her grasp. Shaken free, and back to its former design, it whips at Alucard as he flees up the stairs, aiming to catch him across the chest.]
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It's only inevitable, perhaps, that one of the threads would slip from her grasp. Shaken free, and back to its former design, it whips at Alucard as he flees up the stairs, aiming to catch him across the chest.]