[ He’s not been able to focus it down himself. The spell that was uesd on Alucard has been cast all over the city, and he can’t differentiate a place that it’s been used from the place that it originates. Checking each place induvidually isn’t an option - they’ll be spotted, the necromancer will know how he’s being tracked, and he’ll move Sypha somewhere else. But Alucard can. If Trevor is a font of magic, Alucard is a font of determination. All of the sheer intent that Trevor can’t muster himself.
Alucard’s hands take a brush and ink from the table in the room, finding an empty sheer of paper and drawing out that rough, ugly map of the city. No runes this time, not on Alucard’s version of the map. The spell itself is all on Trevor’s end. Alucard’s hands simply take the skin from one jar, emptying the ashes upon it. And then pour them from the skin onto the paper map. The ashes gather first at the morgue where they faced the construct, and then form the shapes of tiny hands attached to long, wispy arms moving across the city like snakes.
They meet, eventually, hands joining and coiling into each other until they just form a pile of ash. Alucard’s hands finish putting away the skin and take the brush again, circling the point that they marked. ]
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Alucard’s hands take a brush and ink from the table in the room, finding an empty sheer of paper and drawing out that rough, ugly map of the city. No runes this time, not on Alucard’s version of the map. The spell itself is all on Trevor’s end. Alucard’s hands simply take the skin from one jar, emptying the ashes upon it. And then pour them from the skin onto the paper map. The ashes gather first at the morgue where they faced the construct, and then form the shapes of tiny hands attached to long, wispy arms moving across the city like snakes.
They meet, eventually, hands joining and coiling into each other until they just form a pile of ash. Alucard’s hands finish putting away the skin and take the brush again, circling the point that they marked. ]
Found her.