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Video | UN: Sypha

[strongspirited]

[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.]

[cryptsleeper]

[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?

[strongspirited]

[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.]

[cryptsleeper]

--I don't know but that was you singing?!

[Sypha, he's sorry. He's only here to focus on the important things.]

[strongspirited]

Yes.

[She folds her arms, suddenly looking away with that surly look on her face.]

What of it? I thought I was alone.

[cryptsleeper]

[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!

[strongspirited]

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.

[cryptsleeper]

I'm just surprised! So many stories are passed down through music, I assumed a natural talent-!

[strongspirited]

No. This is my one weakness, Alucard.

[cryptsleeper]

[Okay, okay. He's stopping. Promise. Look at his face sober up and get serious!]

Very well. I won't bring it up again, I promise.

[strongspirited]

Somehow, I suspect you'll forget that promise the moment you're around Treffy.

[Heh. She knows it.]

If I find out you have, I might have to start serenading you outside your door, every night.

[cryptsleeper]

--I mean I assumed we'd be sharing a bed in the new house, so you'd just be serenading into my ear directly.

And do you want to bet on me forgetting that promise?

[strongspirited]

That's even better. All the more incentive for you to keep it.


[Okay, yes, she definitely isn't going to say no, she isn't sharing a bed with him.]

Anyway. No, I don't know how this thing turned on. It did it earlier, too.

[She frowns.]

The boy on the other side said something about butt dialing, but I think that's slang for something I don't have context for.

[cryptsleeper]

Hm. So you probably just brushed the thing up against....another surface and it rang me by accident?

[He shrugs.]

I don't use or much like these things. I suppose just be careful of where you have it on your person.

[strongspirited]

I suppose that is what happened.

[Ugh. Machines.]

I don't like them either. Probably even less than you because they're so unfamiliar.

You...grew up around machines, didn't you?

[cryptsleeper]

I did, yes. But they were never as small as the ones they have here.

[strongspirited]

Yeah? But they could do the same things, right?

[She has no idea how machines work.]

[cryptsleeper]

Actually, I don't believe they could do this. I'm sure that whenever we're home it will be perfectly possible to approach the idea, as they operate similar to the viewing mirror in the Belmont Hold but--

Well, that's magic, after all. This is both.

[strongspirited]

It is. I think it might be worth trying. I...would like to stay in touch, you know.

[cryptsleeper]

--In all honesty, I think I'd just prefer if you were both with me. I don't wish to return to that level of solitude.

[strongspirited]

After...everything. Honestly?

Fuck the castle. Fuck the hold.

You should come with us.

[cryptsleeper]

Sypha, I can't let any of that stuff fall into the wrong hands. You know that.

And I like being in a home with you both.

[strongspirited]

I know. I just...I don't know.

[She breaks off, not sure.]

We can figure it out. You won't be alone. You're too important to me and to him.

[cryptsleeper]

[Alucard sighs. This wasn't the conversation he expected to be having right now.]

I know. Maybe if we can unbreak the castle? Store it somewhere safe and remote, then I can travel with you both.

[strongspirited]

[Her either.]

That! Yes, let's do that.

[She's sure they can do that.]

...Sorry I broke it, by the way.

[Is this an admission of guilt? Yes. Maybe.]