I was expecting more of a- giant monster sort of thing.
[ That's what Leon's journals always made this thing sound like. A horrible creature that spewed fire and stank of sulphur and magic. This is- well. All of that except the 'creature' part. Sypha is quick to point out the d20 part of the machine that controls it, and Trevor moves toward it cautiously. Nothing happens. ]
Time to see just how bullshit this whole thing is-
[ He slices his hand without so much as wincing - adrenaline, mostly, he's too full of it to feel anything - and presses it against the device. For a moment, the lights flicker. Then the castle flickers. The machine around them comes to live, roaring and clanking and then, then, it stops. Everything stops. At the other side of the device stands Dracula, holding it all still.
Trevor's swing is quick, and his shortsword buries itself in Dracula's neck before he catches it with his free hand. As if plucking a petal from a flower rather than wrestling a weapon from a not-small man while half-beheaded, he tugs it from Trevor's hands and tosses it into the turning gears. It's gone in an instant, chewed up between them. The cut on his neck is healed entirely by the time he lifts Trevor from the ground by his hair a fraction of a second later, effortlessly tossing him aside and towards the turning gears that just devoured the sword. ]
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[ That's what Leon's journals always made this thing sound like. A horrible creature that spewed fire and stank of sulphur and magic. This is- well. All of that except the 'creature' part. Sypha is quick to point out the
d20part of the machine that controls it, and Trevor moves toward it cautiously. Nothing happens. ]Time to see just how bullshit this whole thing is-
[ He slices his hand without so much as wincing - adrenaline, mostly, he's too full of it to feel anything - and presses it against the device. For a moment, the lights flicker. Then the castle flickers. The machine around them comes to live, roaring and clanking and then, then, it stops. Everything stops. At the other side of the device stands Dracula, holding it all still.
Trevor's swing is quick, and his shortsword buries itself in Dracula's neck before he catches it with his free hand. As if plucking a petal from a flower rather than wrestling a weapon from a not-small man while half-beheaded, he tugs it from Trevor's hands and tosses it into the turning gears. It's gone in an instant, chewed up between them. The cut on his neck is healed entirely by the time he lifts Trevor from the ground by his hair a fraction of a second later, effortlessly tossing him aside and towards the turning gears that just devoured the sword. ]