[Hector's eyes go wide as the son of Dracula shifts into wolf form. His pets don't bat their undead eyes at the change, so perhaps it's not the first time he's done it. Hector didn't even know such things were possible.]
Show-off. [He mutters, to mask the intense jealousy. To be able to take on such a form, the embodiment of freedom.... It's nothing less than amazing. Hector can only create. Adrian can become.
He studies the shape of the wolf as he follows. His line of work has given him passing familiarity with the anatomy of most of the wild creatures that he's encountered. The power in this wolf's musculature seems beyond that of a normal specimen. He'd greatly love to see how far he could leap, how fast he could run. But he's in no position to ask, and Adrian is no dancing bear to perform for his amusement. Just seeing the great wolf trot along in front of him will have to be enough to sate his curiosity.]
Can you open doors like that? [He can't help but ask, though he doubts he'll get an answer.]
[Oh, it's mostly showing off. But it's also to prove a point: anything Hector's assumed should be thrown out the window. Or at least Alucard hopes that is the point, as he likes to think this entire situation has been approached with as deft a touch as possible, given the circumstances.
His nails click over the stone floors, past a set of windows that look out into the landscape beyond. They're not terribly far up in the castle, all things considered and...
...well, it turns out wolves can side-eye rather well, because that is the response Hector gets to his question. A very wolfy side-eye that doesn't miss a single step. Or a turn, towards a flight of stairs.]
[The side-eying does nothing. Alucard needs to work side by side with Isaac for a year if he want to hone his quelling gaze to the required level to put a stopper on Hector's idiocy. Because now that the floodgate is open, he's got more questions.]
Where did your clothes go? Are you still wearing them?
If I were to trim your fur, would your hair be shorter when you change back?
Do you still weigh as much as you did? Your mass couldn't be altered, that defies the laws of nature. You'd need a scale to be certain, though.
[Hopefully, for Adrian's sake, it's a short walk to the outside. Underneath the sarcasm and the indifference toward humanity, Hector is a child with more curiosity than sense, who stumbled from garden variety necromancy to devil forging because he couldn't stop asking 'but what if...'.]
[Alucard huffs out, and that noise sounds perfectly human in spite of wolf vocal chords. He? He has made a mistake. A very big mistake, and now he regrets it.
But at least being annoyed over something incredibly stupid and ridiculous removes the harder emotions of the moment. It wasn't the goal, but now that Hector's playing twenty questions with Alucard when Alucard can't reply? Things are slightly easier.
He's careful as he heads down the stairs, because of course it's a staircase in one of the castle's towers. As a child, the things were tricky in wolf form. As an adult, he at least knows to be careful as he moves.
The bottom of the stairs opens into a corridor, and the wolf ends up taking a sudden left and settling down beside a door. There's a cool breeze coming out from the other side, making it clear that this is one of the side exits of the castle.]
[In Hector's opinion, Adrian is greatly improved as a wolf, and he has zero regrets about this. He can't help but look back and forth between the wolf gingerly stepping down the stairs and the hound's reckless descent. He smiles to himself. The body changes, but the mind is still all human...half human. Fascinating.]
I guess that answers the questions about the doors.
[Hector does a quick headcount, nods at the wolf sitting beside the door, then uses his human hands to push the door open. He and his pets slip out, and he turns back for one last brief look before he shuts the door and leaves Castlevania for good.]
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Show-off. [He mutters, to mask the intense jealousy. To be able to take on such a form, the embodiment of freedom.... It's nothing less than amazing. Hector can only create. Adrian can become.
He studies the shape of the wolf as he follows. His line of work has given him passing familiarity with the anatomy of most of the wild creatures that he's encountered. The power in this wolf's musculature seems beyond that of a normal specimen. He'd greatly love to see how far he could leap, how fast he could run. But he's in no position to ask, and Adrian is no dancing bear to perform for his amusement. Just seeing the great wolf trot along in front of him will have to be enough to sate his curiosity.]
Can you open doors like that? [He can't help but ask, though he doubts he'll get an answer.]
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His nails click over the stone floors, past a set of windows that look out into the landscape beyond. They're not terribly far up in the castle, all things considered and...
...well, it turns out wolves can side-eye rather well, because that is the response Hector gets to his question. A very wolfy side-eye that doesn't miss a single step. Or a turn, towards a flight of stairs.]
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Where did your clothes go? Are you still wearing them?
If I were to trim your fur, would your hair be shorter when you change back?
Do you still weigh as much as you did? Your mass couldn't be altered, that defies the laws of nature. You'd need a scale to be certain, though.
[Hopefully, for Adrian's sake, it's a short walk to the outside. Underneath the sarcasm and the indifference toward humanity, Hector is a child with more curiosity than sense, who stumbled from garden variety necromancy to devil forging because he couldn't stop asking 'but what if...'.]
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But at least being annoyed over something incredibly stupid and ridiculous removes the harder emotions of the moment. It wasn't the goal, but now that Hector's playing twenty questions with Alucard when Alucard can't reply? Things are slightly easier.
He's careful as he heads down the stairs, because of course it's a staircase in one of the castle's towers. As a child, the things were tricky in wolf form. As an adult, he at least knows to be careful as he moves.
The bottom of the stairs opens into a corridor, and the wolf ends up taking a sudden left and settling down beside a door. There's a cool breeze coming out from the other side, making it clear that this is one of the side exits of the castle.]
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I guess that answers the questions about the doors.
[Hector does a quick headcount, nods at the wolf sitting beside the door, then uses his human hands to push the door open. He and his pets slip out, and he turns back for one last brief look before he shuts the door and leaves Castlevania for good.]