[There's a tense retort that stays on Alucard's tongue. Happily he doesn't snap back, because there's still a part of him that recongizes this tension is because of how they react to the same situation. Trevor's too workman, too Belmont, too trained for this. Alucard's nothing but a spoiled fucking princeling who runs far too hot.
He takes the jar, not looking at it. Refusing to register it. The ash is easier.]
It should assist in examining distance as well then.
[There. There, he'll latch onto that, and he'll leave the room. It's his legs moving him to the room used for tracking, and there's two thuds on the table in that room once Alucard enters. One jar on each side. Alucard's palms resting flat on the table, trying to work out the coil of tension that has replaced his spine.]
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He takes the jar, not looking at it. Refusing to register it. The ash is easier.]
It should assist in examining distance as well then.
[There. There, he'll latch onto that, and he'll leave the room. It's his legs moving him to the room used for tracking, and there's two thuds on the table in that room once Alucard enters. One jar on each side. Alucard's palms resting flat on the table, trying to work out the coil of tension that has replaced his spine.]