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[Alucard reaches across the discs. Grabs Sypha's hand, but then? Then the rest is focused on the mound and there's a tug]
We've got something--!
We've got something--!
Ah! yes!
[There's no physical thing...but there's a kind of emotional and spiritual weight that comes rippling out of the ground. A burst of energy, and the feeling of something being released, as though from a cage.
It lasts only a moment or two more, before it finally begins to fade, like sand caught on the shoreline.]
...That seems to have done something.
[There's no physical thing...but there's a kind of emotional and spiritual weight that comes rippling out of the ground. A burst of energy, and the feeling of something being released, as though from a cage.
It lasts only a moment or two more, before it finally begins to fade, like sand caught on the shoreline.]
...That seems to have done something.
[Alucard nearly falls over from the sudden weight that washes over him. It's more from being surprised about the outpouring than a general problem or being off balance, but it still hits.
He isn't so sure about that fade. He frowns, looking askance at Sypha.]
Let's bring our discs closer and see what happens?
He isn't so sure about that fade. He frowns, looking askance at Sypha.]
Let's bring our discs closer and see what happens?
Right...
[She looks from him, to the mound, then back again.]
On three?
[She looks from him, to the mound, then back again.]
On three?
Yes.
[It's Alucard that does the countdown, but he moves just a little slower towards the mound. It's more to do with his ability to control the disk than any particular fear of another wave of hunger, but--]
Are you getting any readings?
[It's Alucard that does the countdown, but he moves just a little slower towards the mound. It's more to do with his ability to control the disk than any particular fear of another wave of hunger, but--]
Are you getting any readings?
[She reaches out...]
...Not from the mound. I think maybe it's gone. We should maybe check the grass.
...Not from the mound. I think maybe it's gone. We should maybe check the grass.
Let me land and then walk in the grass. Swoop in and grab me if I suddenly fall over.
Of course. I will be right here.
[With scooping action!]
[With scooping action!]
[Alucard slowly brings himself down. Hops off the disc entirely, leaving Sypha to dismiss it if she'd like. He doesn't stand on the mound itself, but to the side of it.
Starts to move slowly. Considers--]
So far so good.
Starts to move slowly. Considers--]
So far so good.
[Sypha watches, quiet but intent, focusing on the magical currents all around them.
Nothing seems out of place. So she dangles one foot off the platform and touches the dirt...]
It seems as though we've done it.
Nothing seems out of place. So she dangles one foot off the platform and touches the dirt...]
It seems as though we've done it.
[Automatically, Alucard offers Sypha his hand to hop down. She's more than capable, of course she is she's Sypha, but it still feels correct.]
That it does. And there's still some leftovers in the basket.
[That begs a much more exciting question. One that puts a smile on Alucard's face.]
Picnic?
That it does. And there's still some leftovers in the basket.
[That begs a much more exciting question. One that puts a smile on Alucard's face.]
Picnic?
[She takes it, hops down, and lets the discs vanish as she's satisfied with their work.]
We do have all that food...
[And with a quick grin:]
...It would be a shame to let it go to waste. So yes, absolutely.
We do have all that food...
[And with a quick grin:]
...It would be a shame to let it go to waste. So yes, absolutely.
[For that, Alucard's quick to press a kiss to Sypha's cheek. He's still careful as he goes through the grass though, lest the spell not be cleared. But...there's nothing. Wonderful, blissful nothing. For that, he smiles and heads over to the basket.
This is good. Hell, he could get used to this level of courtship and the softness of it.]
A shame, I should have brought wine;
This is good. Hell, he could get used to this level of courtship and the softness of it.]
A shame, I should have brought wine;
Well, we can always have some of that once we get home.
[She can make do with water. Sadly, she cannot conjure wine from the air.
Yet.]
Thank you, Alucard. For coming out here with me.
[She can make do with water. Sadly, she cannot conjure wine from the air.
Yet.]
Thank you, Alucard. For coming out here with me.
[What a good future skill.]
Of course. I couldn't very well let you go out alone, could I?
[With that, Alucard opens up the basket, unpacking the remaining food. It's not much of a picnic -- remaining chicken, some fruit in the form of grapes, a little bit of olive oil cake -- but it's more than enough for now.]
Do you want anything else, or shall we just go for the cake?
Of course. I couldn't very well let you go out alone, could I?
[With that, Alucard opens up the basket, unpacking the remaining food. It's not much of a picnic -- remaining chicken, some fruit in the form of grapes, a little bit of olive oil cake -- but it's more than enough for now.]
Do you want anything else, or shall we just go for the cake?
What do you think?
[...if not stopped, that cake is gonna be gone.]
[...if not stopped, that cake is gonna be gone.]
[Okay. So this isn't exactly a conventional video. This sort of device is so utterly foreign to her, that even though she's got an idea of how it works, there's no fucking way she's going to get it right the first time. Or even the first dozen.
Hell, even just leaving it alone is a disaster...as the video shows the interior of Sypha's bedroom. Just. sitting on a bed as the woman herself goes about moving things into boxes. Bits of shiny glass, bottles of strangely colored liquids, clothes, pretty rocks, books...a lot of just random shit.
And she's humming while she does it, for just a moment, before she starts singing out loud completely oblivious to the fact that she's sending this at all. Fortunately, it's just to one person.]
Priests and clerks...dance in the choir dressed as women...they sing wanton songs. They eat black pudding at the altar itself, while the celebrant is saying Mass...
[It's an old Goliard satire, he's probably heard it. But...Sypha does not have a singing voice at all. So sorry.]
Hell, even just leaving it alone is a disaster...as the video shows the interior of Sypha's bedroom. Just. sitting on a bed as the woman herself goes about moving things into boxes. Bits of shiny glass, bottles of strangely colored liquids, clothes, pretty rocks, books...a lot of just random shit.
And she's humming while she does it, for just a moment, before she starts singing out loud completely oblivious to the fact that she's sending this at all. Fortunately, it's just to one person.]
Priests and clerks...dance in the choir dressed as women...they sing wanton songs. They eat black pudding at the altar itself, while the celebrant is saying Mass...
[It's an old Goliard satire, he's probably heard it. But...Sypha does not have a singing voice at all. So sorry.]
[Alucard is, technically, working right now. On the house, inspecting the kitchen and making sure that it works for him. Everyone has one or two key needs in the living space that will be theirs, and the kitchen is that for Alucard.
He's just about done when Sypha's call happens. Truth is, he barely uses the network and tends to forget it exists but--
--it's hard to ignore singing that bad.]
Sypha, what are you trying to ward off?
He's just about done when Sypha's call happens. Truth is, he barely uses the network and tends to forget it exists but--
--it's hard to ignore singing that bad.]
Sypha, what are you trying to ward off?
[She spins around, eyes nearly popping out of her head at the sound of Alucard's voice. She goggles for a moment at the camera, her mouth snapping shut, then opening, then...closing again.
Realization dawns.
Realization that Alucard has heard her singing. When she thought she was alone.
...
Fucking hell...]
...How the fuck did this even turn on...
[And she flies across the room, attempting to close the feed.]
Realization dawns.
Realization that Alucard has heard her singing. When she thought she was alone.
...
Fucking hell...]
...How the fuck did this even turn on...
[And she flies across the room, attempting to close the feed.]
--I don't know but that was you singing?!
[Sypha, he's sorry. He's only here to focus on the important things.]
[Sypha, he's sorry. He's only here to focus on the important things.]
Yes.
[She folds her arms, suddenly looking away with that surly look on her face.]
What of it? I thought I was alone.
[She folds her arms, suddenly looking away with that surly look on her face.]
What of it? I thought I was alone.
[Alucard is so sorry. He's so sorry, because a laugh manages to sneak out.]
--It's....I don't know what I was expecting! Not that!
--It's....I don't know what I was expecting! Not that!
So I'm bad at it.
[She waves a hand...all BLAH!
Don't you laugh at her!]
I'm a Speaker, not a Singer.
[She waves a hand...all BLAH!
Don't you laugh at her!]
I'm a Speaker, not a Singer.
I'm just surprised! So many stories are passed down through music, I assumed a natural talent-!
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