[ They're in a laboratory, and it looks as if a hurricane has torn through half of it. Tables are reduced to splinters, bookshelves smashed and their contents torn and scorched. What was once probably very elaborate, precise equipment now just broken glass and twisted metal on the floor.
And then the chaos ends, in one particular section. Lisa's books are left untouched. Her own equipment is still whole - recently polished, even. Her chair by the bookshelves is so untouched by the chaos that not even a splinter of wood or a fragment of torn paper has dirtied it, and its cushions have been fluffed recently.
Juliet says nothing, which is uncommon for her. She always has something to say about everything, and often a few sentences more than needs to be said to communicate. But now, now she just tugs at Alucard's arm and then reaches up, pulling his face down against her shoulder, burying it in her hair and collar so he doesn't have to see any more of this.
She'll start talking again in a moment or so, suggest that he become a bat so she can carry him through without him seeing anything more. But for now she says nothing. ]
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And then the chaos ends, in one particular section. Lisa's books are left untouched. Her own equipment is still whole - recently polished, even. Her chair by the bookshelves is so untouched by the chaos that not even a splinter of wood or a fragment of torn paper has dirtied it, and its cushions have been fluffed recently.
Juliet says nothing, which is uncommon for her. She always has something to say about everything, and often a few sentences more than needs to be said to communicate. But now, now she just tugs at Alucard's arm and then reaches up, pulling his face down against her shoulder, burying it in her hair and collar so he doesn't have to see any more of this.
She'll start talking again in a moment or so, suggest that he become a bat so she can carry him through without him seeing anything more. But for now she says nothing. ]