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[Alucard's no fan of the fact daylight hours means there's no Belmont. It reminds him far too much of his youth, of waiting for nightfall to be able to see his father and how excruciating it was. Is, yet again.

He has been trying with magic more though. Sypha's presence has well and truly forced his hand, and that the topic of the month seems to be plant and gardening magic? That's fortune for this particular moment.]

Neither do I, but since when do we like anything?

Well, we like winning, and to do that we have to solve the mystery.

[She has to point that out.

Setting down a full basket of food on the edge of the field, she rolls up her sleeves.]

I'll go first. We should test it, see what the effects are. You stay here, watch for anything weird.

Very well.

[Alucard knows better than to try and point out that no, he should step in first or some nonsense like that. Sypha's far better attuned to pick up on magic than he is, and Alucard? Alucard's also a much better look out.

He nods once to show he's ready.]

On your count.

Count.

[She flashes a quick grin before stepping out into the field. Just a few paces at first, no more than an arm's length away from Alucard.

The effect is...pretty immediate. Her stomach does a flip and burbles...]

...Fuck me, that was fast. I feel like I haven't eaten in a week, and I only just stepped out.

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[He counts. One. Two. Three. Four. Five....

five?]

Are you getting any other readings?

Not...wait...

[She slows, walking parallel to the edge of the field, not going any deeper.]

I feel something...sad. Like, sympathetic magic. It's almost like a ghost, but sad. And hungry.

[Alucard is careful to keep pace with Sypha. Never out of reach. Always in step. He's brought rope if she needs to be pulled out suddenly and can't move on her own.]

How is it different?

It's...not aggressive. There's also no sense of regret. Not that I can tell.

[She steps out of the field, immediately walking over to the pack she'd set down and grabbing a hunk of chicken.]

...Unless you can have regrets for not eating enough.

I imagine that you can if you enter dire straights because of it.

[Alucard remains just outside the infected area, now crossing his arms and frowning in it's general direction.]

When you're done eating, let me step in and see if I get anything else?

Sure.

[Sypha wolfs down the chicken like it sprang forth fully cooked from a wall, and straightens.]

I'm good. [Wiping grease off her mouth with a sleeve, she steps over. Elegant she is not.]

Ready.

[God he loves her. Even if that means greasy sleeves from time to time.]

Grab the rope tether.

[Alucard waits. Not just for the tether but to ensure that she's ready.]

See if anything in the environment reacts as well? I didn't catch anything but perhaps frequent use will trigger something.

Got it.

[She waggles her fingers and the wind catches the rope, knotting it around his waist.]

I'll do that. You yell and the rope will pull you back. It's magic, so...stronger than anything I can do on my own.

It isn't like I'd resist--

[And someone might get ideas. Or he might, but that's for later.

Alucard steps into the grass. One step. Two. Three.

Hunger smacks at him by the fourth, and that comes out with a little choking noise. The fifth? He clutches at his stomach. Six he's nearly doubled over, and he only just makes a seventh before he trips over himself.]

Sypha!

[He thinks he yells it. It comes out as so terribly weak.]

[He does yell it. Or loud enough for her to kick into gear at least. She snaps her fingers and he's hauled bodily out and deposited safely on the ground. With surprising gentleness.

Sypha's immediately rushing over, another hunk of chicken on hand.]

Eat. It'll help.

[Hunks of chicken are a witch's best friend, apparently.

Alucard's version of hunger is slightly less raveneous than Sypha's, but only slightly. His mouthfuls are delicate, but he chews fast and then does the same, until the portion is gone entirely.

He uses the grass to wipe off his hand, which actually is no better than Sypha's means but he likes to pretend otherwise.]

I'm going to guess that the source is at the center of this patch. The hunger got worse the more I stepped in.

[No, it's totally not. But it's endearing. And cute, in a weird way.]

You think so? Probably, that's sensible

[She does tend to agree.]

I think I'm going to try and and fly over it and see if it affects just the ground, or if it's a whole zone of...I don't even know what to call this.

Well, if you want to confirm the hypothesis, then please and by all means, but I don't know how much food we have left.

[Flying though, that seems rather a good idea. Alucard nods once, and then realizes what he's actually agreed to.]

And when did you gain the ability to fly?

I've always had it. But it's different here.

[She waves her hand and conjures up something beneath her feet. A floating silver disc just large enough to stand on. It pushes up, hovering there.]

I can't use wind magic to fly yet, but I can do this.

[He misses floating.

But there, that'll do. Alucard's eyes shift from Sypha to the field, watching both carefully.]

Any readings yet?

[She whisks out over the field, frowning.]

No...just despair. More of the...oh!

[She breaks off as she spots something near the center of the patch.]

I found the nexus. It...looks like a small mound in the dirt.

[A mound of dirt. How interesting.]

How big, thereabouts?

Man...sized? Roughly?

[She leans down closer to look.]

Could be a corpse.

Can you get any closer to make that determination before the impacts of the grass reach upward?

Probably. It seems...mostly to only affect you if you're in the grass. But just to be safe...

[She floats lower, and her stomach immediately does a flip. So, up she goes, away, zipping back towards him.]

...Guess I'll need to conjure something to do this. Because no. And...toss me up some of that chicken will you?

I am not throwing chicken up in your general direction. Land yourself and we can discuss a plan.

[He is a man of some dignity, let him retain it!]

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