Tomorrow. Focus on that tomorrow. All we'll do when we get home is sleep. You already need it.
[It's the kindest way to say that Trevor looks like ten pounds of shit in a five pound bag. With that, Alucard walks into the lab and plows through all of the pleasantries. Doctor Alexander Scarpa, Trevor Belmont. A friend of Alucard's mother, one aware of the city's supernatural side. Older, in his 40s, thick mustache and with an Italian accent that comes out only over certain words. He speaks warmly, even as the situation and all it's direness is explained.
Four patients, now three. All with what was first thought to be TB, now privately murmured to be something darker. The fourth one died only this morning with the sun, hence the call to Mr. Tepes. (Not Lisa's boy. Not regent. Mr. Tepes. Alucard feels strangely better for those words.) Alucard unpacks the equipment he brought with him as the explanation is given, the microscope featuring not one lens to look down but two, and it's with a grim little smile he apologizes to Dr. Scarpa and that they can talk technical matters later.
The blood is over in the corner, labeled. I've left the records not far from them. I'll be on duty tonight, so please come find me in the east wing with questions or solutions.
With that, he's gone. With that, Alucard's already walking over to grab the blood, leading Trevor to take the records.]
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[It's the kindest way to say that Trevor looks like ten pounds of shit in a five pound bag. With that, Alucard walks into the lab and plows through all of the pleasantries. Doctor Alexander Scarpa, Trevor Belmont. A friend of Alucard's mother, one aware of the city's supernatural side. Older, in his 40s, thick mustache and with an Italian accent that comes out only over certain words. He speaks warmly, even as the situation and all it's direness is explained.
Four patients, now three. All with what was first thought to be TB, now privately murmured to be something darker. The fourth one died only this morning with the sun, hence the call to Mr. Tepes. (Not Lisa's boy. Not regent. Mr. Tepes. Alucard feels strangely better for those words.) Alucard unpacks the equipment he brought with him as the explanation is given, the microscope featuring not one lens to look down but two, and it's with a grim little smile he apologizes to Dr. Scarpa and that they can talk technical matters later.
The blood is over in the corner, labeled. I've left the records not far from them. I'll be on duty tonight, so please come find me in the east wing with questions or solutions.
With that, he's gone. With that, Alucard's already walking over to grab the blood, leading Trevor to take the records.]