cryptsleeper | 20s AU Post

20s AU Post

Current Carmilla plot outline
--Post-fire, Carmilla and Mr. Peanut team up mostly to use each other. Carmilla's spent the past several months (since November, it is now February 1925) networking, and it's clear to her that Alucard's not suited for the position and that the other two are the obvious weakness. Mr Peanut needs something back, so this is perfect on her end. Mr Peanut can only imagine the joys of vampire blood in his work, and he'd like an army of vampires for his own ends.
--Shit stirring from Mr Peanut (all of March?)
--Mr Peanut also begins to sell mis Miracle Serum, which has vampire blood in it.
--Gang is very much trying to murder Mr Peanut during this.
--Start of April, vampire gets a call from one of the blood bank contacts that 3 patients have come in and are displaying some bizarre signs. Investigation yields the fact that they're in process of turning, and they've all taken the same serum.
--Additional investigation reveals O FUCK IT MR PEANUT
--Meanwhile Carmilla's been made aware of a familiar she didn't sire, so she knows something's up. Big fight with Mr. Peanut and thus Mr. Peanut is left depowered
--Gang commits a murder
--Carmilla's well sured up on her contacts now, and it's time for open rebellion (mid-April)
--In a more subtle attempt to let Alucard just step aside, she cuts the breaks on demon car and shows up to gloat/suggest he not pull a dad and go to deal with his grief quietly while she runs the city. The how he wants to do it is up to him (black widow joke goes here.) Treffy and Sypha walk in.
--1 week of straight up rebellion; feedings, no help from allies, need to do damage control instead of fight carmilla, every dracula rule is
--MEANWHILE IN GRAVITY FALLS, triangle shows Vlad what's up to try and psyche him out, somehow this finalyl snaps Vlad out of his depression and he heads home
--Just in time for Alucard and Carmilla to be tearing each other to bits in one of the bayous, it's not going well
--Vlad coming in means the king of vampires is accosted by a belmont with a pair of blessed knitting needles and a speaker with a fucking gun and he's just like what the shit happened to the world while i was gone
--Wards around the fight means that only demon car can break the wards, everyone has to pile in.
--Carmilla gets her ass kicked AND SENT TO THE JUSTICE DIMENSION

THEN THERE WERE FAERIES.
--Prior to all of this the vampire and Sypha have done a shit ton of research on how to get their Belmont back
--Sypha has also been practicing debating with dad, which leaves everyone Very Tired.
--When Trevor is actually snatched up (1 year after marriage, it takes fae effort. Taking Arn's shape fails, so it's a lot more kidnapping by force), Sypha and Alucard go into Faerie
--But they're playing this as politics, not as heroes rescuing their damsel, so that means the faeries are just "wait what now excuse u?"
--There are 3 gates and 3 trials (the particulars we're still bullshitting.) Each is asked to sacrifice 3 things. (Alucard: voice, his titles as bestowed upon by his father and his people, i forget the third; Sypha: her human form (she's a birb), fuck what were the other two)
--They enter the court at the end of the third trial. After LITERALLY ALL THE TITLES Sypha declares she Speaks for Trevor Belmont
--Claim debate over Trevor, turns out that the rules are in Sypha's favor.
--But that means debating to leave Fae without giving up what they've chosen.
--Sypha lawyers it all out, Alucard is a safety deposit and hangs out with Fae!Trevor
--In the end, safe passage out of Faerie consists of Sypha giving up her memory of the necromancer (billed as a great mage she studied under), the vampire gives up his immortality, and Trevor is replaced with Carmilla (dad was aware of this option and OK with it), but Trevor has his ability to swear taken. He now soundslike a rubber ducky when he tries
--Everyone gets home okay, except for the AU of this AU where the gang fails, but Trevor's on their doorstep like a bat out of Hell because time doesn't work right and he's been in Hell for a WHILE.

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[He can't relax. He can't make any promises about behavior other than Trevor has permission to restrain the vampire if it is determined such action must be taken. Alucard agreed to that early on, agreed to it the moment he remarked that he could not be trusted to handle this as it needs to be.

(Trevor had asked so early on if Alucard was actually suited to this role. It's stunning sometimes how big the lie of yes was.)

Sypha's words tether Alucard just enough.]

I know.

[He knows he has to reign everything in.

The lights show nothing more than a raccoon. It startles and it runs off. Trevor would normally say something about animals rutting, but his attention is at the left side of the crossroads. There is a figure coming down it, and there are two small pinpricks of blue light.

Not natural, he mutters, but if Trevor isn't moving, Alucard isn't allowed to do anything either. Another agreed upon rule for the night.]

[When she shifts position, it's for several reasons, all of them practiced and habitual over time. It's to ensure that Trevor has enough clearance to act with his whip without having to worry about catching her in its radius; it's also to ensure that Alucard has room to move both laterally as well as forward and backward without having to try to dodge her as he maneuvers faster than either she or Trevor could ever hope to do. It's to partially obscure herself from view behind her taller, broader companions, because the element of surprise is always an asset. It's to give off the impression, to an unsuspecting fool given to assumptions, that she is afraid of a fight, and no real threat in her own right.

But she's in a position where she can watch, and this time she doesn't throw another light. This time, perhaps, the veil of darkness benefits them as much as it might their adversary, and the dark is of no consequence to Alucard anyway.]

Do we speak to him?

[All conversation is muttered now, low and deep so as not to carry on the night air.]

I could freeze his feet to the ground.

Someone else is coming.

[Alucard is not so far consumed with all of his emotions that his hearing is obscured. From down the road there are footsteps. Several. And there they have it, this is where that horrible thing tells others to act and gives them what they need to further disrupt a city's population that needs no more help.

One of them mutters evidence. It's hard to say who. They could catch the priest after his conspirators depart, then catch up with them down the road. They could let them start to perform their contracted action days from now, then catch the group in the act. There are so many ways to play this, but the community's understanding of justice demands action now.]

Deal with him, I'll see to whoever has taken up his grim work.

[Slowly but surely, the two groups are converging on the crossroads. It's apparent, now that the priest is closer, that his gait is not that of a living man; he shambles, somewhat, when there is no one around to see how he moves. Perhaps when he has an audience he is more cautious, but otherwise, it would be a waste of time and energy to pretend when there is no one there to witness the deception.

The others have brought the tools of their trade with them, tonight. Whether it's because the priest told them to or because they simply know better than to travel such roads at night with no protection is anyone's guess. Regardless, the glint of such things is there: knives, stakes, silver crosses, garlic. Amateurish, perhaps, but ready to cause trouble.

She steals a glance at Trevor, who nods slightly back and moves closer in to Alucard, ready to make their move when the moment is right. Perhaps that's for the best; leave the priest to Sypha, who has no strong opinions about his religion or his faith either way, than entrust him to Alucard or Trevor, whose biases might get in the way of his capture.]

[Stakes and silver and crosses. Those are Alucard problems, but so long as Trevor can knock those things out of hand, then the rest is easily done. It is better for Sypha to focus on the dead man (he looks so dead, no wonder he hides in the shadows at crossroads) though.

There is discussion. It is not hushed. The priest speaks of evil still persisting in the city, of demons and devils, of how his work is so terribly in complete, of how the devil stopped his work to avenge his witch.

And that is the point where a snarl escapes Alucard. No control. It stops the conversation dead in it's tracks, there are eyes searching for the noise.

Their cover's blown. Fuck it. Alucard launches at one of the hunters, fangs bared and nails so, so sharp.]

[He's not the only one who makes a noise; Trevor snaps out a hushed shit! and goes after him, because their cover is blown anyway and now it's merely crowd control.

More importantly, it's Alucard control.

The problem is, Trevor isn't faster than Alucard in a lunge. Very little is; a human hunter certainly isn't. But Sypha, as it turns out, has just enough time to get her fingertips to her lips and sweep her hands outward in a hint of a kiss, shoving a blast of wind into the crowd that, with a little luck and a lot of prayer, will hit the hunter Alucard is aiming at in the chest and knock him back just enough that the first lunge will not be fatal.

If that's a betrayal, they can suss it out later, at home. For now, all she knows is that she can't let him do this.

But now, the others are reacting. The priest staggers back a step or two, too muddled and slow to properly process what's happening with the same speed as the hunters; the others bring up their weapons as a shout rips through the clearing, and as they fan out to try to all get a clear angle on the threat launching itself into their midst.]

[The man fumbles. Alucard lands beside him instead, barely catching the action as anything but a man taken by terrible surprise. (And he is so terrible in this moment.) The wind is enough to let Trevor catch up, to ensure that he has a handle on the vampire and Sypha can do her work.

It is madness. Trevor relying on the whip to ensure none of the hunters run off, Alucard going after the one that does. Silver that is pressed into Alucard for the effort, and while he hisses, the worst of it barely registers to him. There's no pain, there is only fury, and--

--And there is one actually landing a stake on Alucard. Not in his chest, but driven through his foot, pinning him down to the ground in a way that is horribly effective because that stake is made of silver.

Trevor's too busy with the others. Sypha has her own task. Which means Alucard must bend down and grab the stake himself, even as the silver burns.]

[The problem with a melee like this is, of course, the issue of friendly fire — quite literally. With Trevor and Alucard deep in the fray, she has to be all the more careful about attempting to corral the masses with her use of the elements, lest she catch them up in it as well.

But still. She would hardly be a Speaker magician if she didn't know how to handle herself.

With movements almost like a dance, she pulls magic into her hands and throws it in the form of tiny orbs, one after another, toward the faces of the hunters; though they seem like nothing more untoward than her previous fae light at first, these ones come with an added, nasty twist. They glow a low red when she hurls them, because she knows from cozy afternoons poring over books with Alucard that red light preserves night vision; she's also very aware that white light does not, and so when each of those orbs explodes like a supernova into a brilliant wash of light before dying out, the resultant magical flashbang will almost certainly disorient the hunters, at least long enough to get a handle on them.

The priest, however, is another matter — and he, sensing danger, has begun to shamble away. And really, a wall of ice would've done just fine, except for the fact that her magic is shaped by her intent, and, well.

It is, perhaps, a facet of her own feelings about this issue, on behalf of Alucard, that her ice manifests not as a wall, but as a series of spikes jutting up from the ground on an angle, pointing inward like lances and daring the priest to go further.]

[Trevor is the one who ends up getting the hunters gathered into a single place. He hadn't been able to manage them and Alucard's foot being staked to the ground, and so he has to pull that thing out once the group has been terrified into staying still. Alucard hisses from the pain of it, but that's all.

His foot heals. Slowly. He ignores the pain and here begins the first part of this: assessing who these idiots are and why they have entreated with a dead man.

(It turns out that they're dissidents from the normal truces, those who scoffed at nearly a hundred years and change of peace between the city's supernatural element and those who would seek to contain and destroy it. Closer to the Belmonts of Europe way back before there were any rules of conduct and combat established. They're emboldened by Dracula's departure, and this man offered opportunity.

There will need to be judgement passed on them.)]

[It falls to Sypha to manage the priest, still. He stands nearby, penned in by a fence of inward-pointing spikes, and even undead it seems he's at least intelligent enough not to walk directly into them.

The fate of the hunters will be the spectacle for the city, really. This one, she knows, may well be destined for a much more private end at Alucard's hands personally.]

They need not be awake, for me to get them back to the city.

[She points out, quietly.]

I can haul them with no difficulty, so long as they are knocked out.

Happily.

[Trevor doesn't move to stop Alucard either. There's some level of control returned as Alucard takes care of the matter, but when he finishes, there's still too much tension and fury in him. So he excuses himself into the brush for just a moment, and there is absolutely the sound of a tree falling before Alucard walks back.

He had talked to the Church Ladies about this before everything was set in motion. Any prisoners who weren't the priest would be looked after them instead. Natural allies of any opposition would have to be consulted, because the kind of justice the city would demand was the thing of showtrials and witch hunts. Things he would not allow, things that were not acceptable. Not under his father. Not under his own rule.

(The mob will demand blood. Mercy isn't an option, he knows that. He can feel his mother's disappointment.)]

I'll bring the car around.

[They parked it a little ways away. Just to be safe.

[She enlists Trevor's help for the next part, going to each of the unconscious hunters in turn and holding their arms out, crossed at the wrists, while she sets a band of ice around them as a makeshift cuff. There are sleeves, fortunately, so it should only prove unpleasant for them, not damaging. Then, one by one, they go onto a disc of ice she crafts, heaped into an unceremonious pile to await Alucard's return.

The priest, on the other hand, gets the honor of being tied with Trevor's whip outright. There is no room for any chances to be taken, not with this one.]

[He walks back to the car at human speed. It doesn't help. There's only dread at what must be done in public, and then the knowledge that the priest's death must be done in front of a crowd this time. A reminder of why he has taken this unwanted crown. Proof that the man responsible has been taken care of.

Perhaps not. A head would be enough, wouldn't it?

Alucard gets into the car, and he drives back to the other two. Leaves the engine on, and he opens the trunk and all of the doors. The arrangement is on Sypha and Trevor, he is only there to be muscle.]

[Debating the configuration of where to put whom takes a little time, as it proves a more involved matter of strategy than they'd initially thought. Five hunters can't all be crammed into the trunk, yet if they go in the back then someone will have to sit in with them, and if the priest goes in the trunk then who's to say that he might not seek to escape while in transit, or worse — try to do something to the car, while left in relative privacy. The priest also needs to be as far from Alucard as possible, and preferably not in Trevor's custody, and Sypha shouldn't be left alone with the hunters, and —

It's rather like transporting a wolf, a rabbit, and a chicken across a river with two boats, all things considered.

Eventually, they settle on taking their chances with the priest in the trunk, stack the hunters across the seat in the back, and Trevor sits in with them while Sypha goes up front with Alucard to watch for overall trouble from a better vantage point.]

There. That should do, at least until we make it to the Ladies to drop off the hunters.

Yes.

[It's an automatic response, given because Alucard must say something. Anything. It lets the other two know he's grounded in his own head by just a little bit. So onward it is, to the Church Ladies. Agatha, the one in charge, she doesn't like this but she understands why they're being asked to lend authority.]

The priest's eyes.

[Alucard speaks only after they've loaded them all into the car. Locked the trunk and sealed it tight. Have been driving for some time along the roads that lead into the city itself. The silence has been no better now than it was before. Perhaps it is worse, as Alucard's white knuckles show thanks to his driving gloves.]

You two know better than I would. Their color, what does that mean?

[Magic, they both say in unison, except it's an uncoordinated response so it comes out a clatter of sounds and syllables, one in Trevor's deeper register, overlaid with Sypha's softer tones. Old magic. Bad magic, Trevor clarifies, and that's apparently how this conversation is going to go, nothing coherent or well-organized, just pieces of information scattered like newspaper clippings.]

He's not...alive. Or — not living. James mentioned something once, that might be this. He's animated, but that's not the same as alive.

[She means your dad didn't fuck it up when he killed him, Trevor supplies from the backseat. It took. Somebody just made it un-take.]

Somebody.

[He breathes out the word. It's a millstone around the three of them.]

Someone else is in charge of all of this then, and picked a useful tool of psychological warfare.

[Someone is gunning for the city. Someone is trying to cut the city off at it's head. Someone already knows where there are exposed weaknesses, and what should be a victory is about to become so much worse.]

[They really should not be having this conversation while Alucard is in control of a moving vehicle, Sypha thinks, but no, he'll get them to Agatha's, at least. Perhaps then she can convince him to let her drive home, while Trevor and his broad chest console him in the back.]

It...

[She hesitates.]

It is not something he could have done on his own. No. If I can study him, before he is dealt with, I may be able to pin down what was used to work this upon him.

[Alucard also agrees that they should not be having this conversation while Alucard is driving a moving vehicle. However, that's where the situation is at, and it actually is helping him to remain calm. He can't fly into a rage at the wheel, the other two will get hurt.]

Never mind what was used. Who is the problem, compounded by how they're dealt with.

[He is not calm. There's rage simmering underneath every word, and the worst part of it all is that whoever is responsible will need to meet their end at Alucard's hands. His father would do nothing less, and the council of the other two would meet the same conclusion. Trevor's more brutal and blunt tactics are...they're the only ones that can be used here.]

The answer to the last one will be blood soaked by demand of this station.

It does matter what was used, because what was used will tell us something important about what we are dealing with. This isn't normal magic, Alucard.

[And maybe she's being a little bit more blunt than she ordinarily would be, but — well. Maybe everything Trevor has always said about coddling is starting to make an impression on her.]

It will narrow the possibilities to a pool of possible suspects. Or at least give a better idea of what we are looking for.

I know it's not normal magic!

[He doesn't slam the breaks, but the snap is out of character and he knows it. Sypha's being logical and calm. Logical and calm is the right frame of mind for this, not a horrible mess of emotions that mean naught by bad judgement.

Allucard takes a moment to exhale.]

...Sorry.

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