[There's a smartass retort for that, but Alucard knows they aren't at the right point for him to make it. He falls quiet instead, gripping onto Trevor as the chapel doors open.
What happens next feels like when a wave crashes upon the shore and then recedes. Then keeps receding. Then goes a little bit further, leaving nothing else but damp sand and some rocks and shells. Energy goes out in one fell swoop, and it's at the worst possible time.
There is too much color. His eyes flicker. Blink. Try to adjust, but don't. The only term he can think of is sensory overload, and oh there is just too damn much of everything. He hates it. He hates it and wants to go home, but this is Hell. Hating it is the point.
Slowly, something does start to move in to replace the energy though. It isn't much, but--
--Alucard holds up his free arm, and a little ball of blue flame forms there. It's strength is the same but it has never been so intensely blue.
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What happens next feels like when a wave crashes upon the shore and then recedes. Then keeps receding. Then goes a little bit further, leaving nothing else but damp sand and some rocks and shells. Energy goes out in one fell swoop, and it's at the worst possible time.
There is too much color. His eyes flicker. Blink. Try to adjust, but don't. The only term he can think of is sensory overload, and oh there is just too damn much of everything. He hates it. He hates it and wants to go home, but this is Hell. Hating it is the point.
Slowly, something does start to move in to replace the energy though. It isn't much, but--
--Alucard holds up his free arm, and a little ball of blue flame forms there. It's strength is the same but it has never been so intensely blue.
He turns to Trevor.]
I think I need to sit.