[When Alucard has been alone in the Hold with no advanced noticed the other two would be returning home any time soon, he's written noises off as nothing more than the forest that surrounds the Belmont estate. Anything ghostly is sure to be a figment of imagination rather than a true spirit, and anything human makes very distinct noises indeed. The reason he hears anything at all is due to his own nature and the advantages that come with it.
So to say that there is noise coming from near the entrance, something wet and meaty, that's unusual. The smell that goes with it is faint, as he's so very far down, but Alucard can pick it out as nothing good and--
fuck, the books. There's been a shelf there of texts he was going to take up with him tonight so they could enter the conversation queue. Whatever's there now has doubtlessly made his life harder.
Alucard is on his feet in a second, sword in hand. With no time to waste, he takes advantage of his natural speed, and...
...this is a scene that if Trevor was in Leon's place, he wouldn't blink twice. Getting gross stuff into the Hold by accident is far too normal. But no, he's looking at a man who by all rights is dead and has just fallen out of his own portrait, covered in effluvia and looking like absolute shit.
Yet all Alucard can manage is a tired sigh, and an intonation that is absolutely exhausted.]
Belmont.
[No hello, not even a what are you doing here. Just the surname, followed by:] Let's get you away from the books. They don't need any extra reasons to be repaired.
[Alucard walks over very cautiously, sword in one hand and the other outreached towards Leon.]
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So to say that there is noise coming from near the entrance, something wet and meaty, that's unusual. The smell that goes with it is faint, as he's so very far down, but Alucard can pick it out as nothing good and--
fuck, the books. There's been a shelf there of texts he was going to take up with him tonight so they could enter the conversation queue. Whatever's there now has doubtlessly made his life harder.
Alucard is on his feet in a second, sword in hand. With no time to waste, he takes advantage of his natural speed, and...
...this is a scene that if Trevor was in Leon's place, he wouldn't blink twice. Getting gross stuff into the Hold by accident is far too normal. But no, he's looking at a man who by all rights is dead and has just fallen out of his own portrait, covered in effluvia and looking like absolute shit.
Yet all Alucard can manage is a tired sigh, and an intonation that is absolutely exhausted.]
Belmont.
[No hello, not even a what are you doing here. Just the surname, followed by:] Let's get you away from the books. They don't need any extra reasons to be repaired.
[Alucard walks over very cautiously, sword in one hand and the other outreached towards Leon.]