Alucard hates that response. Then he hates himself for hating that response, because he shouldn't. In any other place, at any other time, he'd be so happy for it. Find so much joy in exploring the literary depths with Sypha but no. He's on edge constantly.
Trevor has his own homework right now. [She folds her arms, realizes how angry and stiff that makes her look, and quickly unfolds them again. Why does she seem to have so many extraneous limbs all of a sudden?]
Just...pick something to read. For fun! I'll be in the stacks. You won't even know I'm here.
[The words ring hollow. He look around, and just grabs whatever book is closest from the shelf.
Sufi writing. Good. That'll do, because mysticism is at least distracting from the current world.
But what he does next says everything. He sits next to the door rather than on any of the sofas. Ass square on the floor, all cold stone. He settles there, opening the book on his lap.]
Let me know if you need help finding something then.
[Ice unfurls through Sypha's veins as Alucard makes his statement. She bites her lip and breathes deep against the urge to grab him by the shoulders and shake. He'd said he couldn't speak of it, so shouting in his face will get her nowhere.
Probably. She's not completely discounting the option. More like filing it as Plan K.]
All right. [So saying, she refocuses on the miniature library and announces:] Infinite Corridors. Please.
[Only three volumes light up, no surprise that it's a little more esoteric than locator spells. Sypha scribbles the locations down on her hand and hurries to retrieve them. Two of the books are alarmingly slim, but the third is downright chunky. She totes all three back to the main study.
Bypassing the desks and armchairs entirely, Sypha marches over to the doors and sits her own bony ass down beside Alucard. The stone is cold and unforgiving, but she's had worse. Legs crossed tailor-style, she cracks the first volume open (literally - it is not in good condition. Apparently the death of the castle's mechanism also disrupted whatever spells Dracula had placed against humidity and bugs. That wouldn't do) and begins leafing through the brittle pages.]
[Even from his spot by the door, Alucard can hear Sypha's request. It's....not what he expected. At all. Infinite Corridors?
It has his attention. So from the pages of his book, his eyes move up every so often, watching Sypha's research. Her retrieval of the books and--
--ah. The old place really does need some spells refreshed, doesn't it? That gets a mental note of to fix in Alucard's head. But nothing else. Surely she'll go find a sofa.
But she doesn't. Of course she doesn't, and Alucard frowns.]
I might say the same to you. [This is her 'I'm a Speaker and I Know More Than You' voice, Alucard, in case you forgot what it sounded like. Her eyebrows are perfect arches and, even though she's looking down at the book in her lap, she somehow gives the impression of tilting her nose up at all this nonsense.
Honestly, they could just discuss it. Whatever it is.
Touching only the edges of the pages, she locates the index and begins a cursory search. Sadly none of the chapters are titled 'Infinite Corridors and You: Gateways to Hell', but she can disregard certain other topics to narrow her search. There's a whole section on geologic formations and magical phenomena, which looks quite promising!]
[HE KNOWS THAT VOICE HE'S GREAT AT IMITATING IT he's also great at being ashamed when called out. Which he is right now, eyes moving downward back at his book.]
[Kicking a dog that snaps out of fear doesn't feel good. Sypha stifles a sigh and resists the urge to cuddle against Alucard's side. She knows from experience that he's doesn't give off much warmth, but he is surprisingly snuggly. They'd both feel a lot better for a cuddle, but she's pushing her luck already.]
Mhm. It seems some of the more powerful nightcreatures went sniffing them out just after Dracula's defeat. Someone's figured out how to focus the Corridor into a passage to and from Hell.
[She turns the pages, skimming passages as she speaks. Her voice is steady, trained to be so, but her hands tremble faintly over the vellum. She should have grasped the intention behind the alchemical symbols, should have seen what the positioning around the town could mean. After everything she'd seen during Dracula's war, surely she ought to have realized the power inherent in an unwilling sacrifice? A mass sacrifice?
The pieces were all there, she'd just been too overconfident to assemble them.]
A higher tier nightcreature was feeding instructions to human cultists, but that level of plotting seems beyond their usual capabilities. There's someone pulling the strings behind even that, but we don't know enough to get much further. So: stake out the Infinite Corridor where it intersects with our world. Keep the portals closed. Stop Lindenfeld from ever happening again.
[That last comes out a fierce whisper. She talks to herself, always has done, and Alucard might as well be a wall for all he's putting out into the world right now.]
[Alucard sits up a little straighter. There's an emotion in his voice that isn't depression in his voice - it's fear. Real fear, because the idea of focusing anything on Hell? That's concerning. Worse with the idea that the night creatures are involved. They're forged to be loyal to his father--
--he knows the reason why they're sniffing, but Alucard doesn't dare let the thought enter his head. Not yet.]
And how are you certain that it's someone higher up manipulating the situation? The night creatures are loyal to my father, as they were meant to be.
[The question shakes her, somewhat, as it echoes doubts swirling in her own mind. She's going off a gut instinct, here, and recent events have shaken her conviction in herself.]
I'm not certain, but nothing else makes sense. The night creatures are cunning, yes, but we've never seen that they understand magic or spellcraft. They don't use it! The ritual used to refocus the Infinite Corridor was...
[She trails off, swallows, rubs at the bridge of her nose (a frustrated gesture stolen from Trevor). When her hand comes away, her eyes are tired and lined.]
I didn't see it for what it was. It was that complex.
They may not use it, but might they know enough to explain things to humans who can then go the extra mile?
[It seems logical, but it's still a guess at the end of the day. The end of a very long, very tiring day.]
Let me read over your shoulder then. Perhaps the information will reveal itself in time. Otherwise, we'll have to see if the Hold's index has anything.
Maybe. The spell absolutely could have been hellish in origin. It--it harnessed human souls, I think perhaps to use their metaphysical movement between this world and the next to direct the Corridor? A kind of alchemical transmutation. But alchemy is a very human practice, so I just...I don't know.
[Forgetting herself for a moment, Sypha runs her fingers over the faded ink, searching for comfort in the words. Her shoulders bow, looking, for once, exactly as small and slim as they are.
Her chin jerks up when Alucard offers his help, when he says 'we'. A smile tries to overtake her face, but she wrestles it down to a hopeful quirk of her mouth in an effort not to frighten him away.] Thank you. I might miss something on my own. I'd appreciate your eyes on this.
Do you recall when I spoke of what was in my father's journals? His plans for the darkest days of humanity? [She must, Alucard trust Sypha's memory.] What you've described is exactly the sort of thing that I would expect to find in there. The transmutation of souls is the concept that one must be very old or very involved with dark magic to apply in any practical manner.
[....but oh. Oh that explains so much. Alucard will dwell on that part later.]
[It ought to help, to hear that she hadn't the background or the moral inclination to have known better. It ought to. But...
But.]
Yes, these were the symbols the night creature passed on to the cultists. [Down in whatever corner of Hell he's currently occupying, Sypha hopes Dracula twitches when she leans over and scratches the sigils onto his floor with her charcoal pencil] They were all monks, once. The creature targeted a church and swayed the brothers to Dracula's way of thinking. "Humanity's a plague upon the earth, it must be cleansed by the fires of Hell," blah blah blah.
I'm not sure if there was any extra power gained from subverting men of the cloth, or if it was just a coincidence that the Infinite Corridor happened to be under the priory. [Sypha taps at her chin, sneaking a thoughtful peek at Alucard. He's more focused, now, a little bit more like the man in the crypt under Gresit. But not yet the one she knew on the road, not by miles.] Your father's journals...do they still exist?
I would imagine the fact that it was under a priory is a matter of coincidence but cloaked in a horrible irony. I have a hard time believing that Infinity Corridors care much about where they land.
[But Alucard's attention returns to the symbol Sypha has sketched and it takes him a few moments to even start to understand it.]
I actually don't think that's from his work specifically. Something borrowed, but--
[Not the point.]
Yes. His journals are in his private library. His alchemy phase was early in his second life.
No, you're right. If anything, the priory may have originally been built to contain the Corridor. I've no idea how permanently affixed they are. [That's the whole point of her stack of books, which she gathers up and balances on her hip]
If you don't mind me checking these out, we could go and inspect the private library. [There's no denying the little thrill that runs through her at the thought of Dracula's private library. She hadn't known it existed, before, but it makes perfect sense. No matter how much Dracula loved his wife, if she had free reign of this space and he had all these horrible contingency plans, he wouldn't have wanted her to find them.]
[He's only heard a few things, and even those could be wrong. Alucard's not certain, and--
oh.
The look on Alucard's face is a gentle cringe, but a cringe all the same. It is less a concern of Sypha of all people looking through those notes and more for himself, far too vulnerable to be trusted to not act on some of those notes.]
Let's read through everything that's here first? It'll be easier to do all the work if we've absorbed what's here before hand.
[Damn. Outsmarted by his own suggestion. Alucard pauses, then sighs. He gives up, knowing the fight is not worth it under any circumstances. He only gets to his feet.]
Very well. We'll need the room to spread out materials.
[It's a little easier to talk when they have to focus. Research. Do work that is focused rather than skirt his fragile emotional state. Alucard is quiet as he walks over to one of the long tables. It's clear. A good landing place.]
I'll go fetch paper and ink so that we can take notes. Set up as you like.
[Impossible to entirely squash her victorious smile, but Sypha can be a gracious winner.] Of course! Thank you, Adrian.
[The soft tone of her voice makes it clear she's not solely speaking about the research assistance. It means a lot that he's willing to push through whatever's bedeviling him to work with her. She just hopes doing so will return enough of a sense of normalcy that he'll find a way to talk about it.
He can't shut himself away forever. He can't ignore it or stew in it. None of them can. But she'd like to give him some time to find the right words.
She spreads the books out in order of earliest to latest published. It may mean nothing, but it could also give them some indication of the permanence of the Corridor's earthly locations.]
[Alucard takes a few minutes to gather the supplies, as well as himself. Sypha's....done nothing but be herself, and that has forced walls to come tumbling down already. He isn't sure if he should be pleased about that or angry, but it is a thing that has happened all the same. Sypha warms everything around her, that's a basic fact.
When he returns, it's with a small bound notebook, a pot of ink, and a pen. It's all set down beside Sypha, and he looks to her quietly.]
Note down anything connected to Infinite Corridors, no matter how indirect, and then cross reference to see how many things repeat across the writings. Maybe we can rule out some conjecture that way. [It's not much, but it's a start. Similar phrasing ought to help distinguish between new information and unreferenced citations. They ought to be able to chew through these half dozen books by sunrise, between the two of them.
Sypha burns through the volume on geology within an hour - there isn't much of interest, other than some information about historic leylines. She fills half a page with notes on the subject and reaches for the next book.
Although capable of working in silence, she does her best thinking out loud. Always has. Spinning words helps her find the true thread of a thought, as though the right ones ring silver and striking in the air. So she's not exactly thinking about it when she starts leafing through pages and says:] What if this cult succeeds? Would he comply with their plot? I thought, at the end there, he seemed like he came back to himself. He seemed tired.
[Not the same kind of tired Alucard himself is displaying, but similar enough to give her a chill.]
[Alucard's own work is marked by silence. He writes things down every so often, but even his pen is mute. Hair brushes over drying ink, and he has to remember to fix that.
He finds little. Mostly notes on the possibilities of what lies within the corridors, but nothing more than conjecture. Nothing about manipulation, and--
--and Sypha wonders out loud, causing Alucard to go so very, very still.]
[Sypha pauses in the act of nibbling on her pen. He? What had she been saying?
Oh. Oh. She sets the pen down with a dry swallow, and doesn't even try to hide her wary worry.]
Dracula. At the end of our fight. He seemed so...sorry.
['Sorry' is a small and insufficient word for the weight of emotion that had flooded Alucard's childhood bedroom that night. But it's more than that. It's the blank way he'd stared out the Infinite Corridor's scintillating maw as the night creature calibrated the conduit with souls. She hadn't been free to watch when Saint Germaine wrested control of the Corridor back, but that brief glimpse of Dracula with his wife in his arms makes her wonder...
Why come back? He has almost everything he was willing to end the world for, down there in Hell.]
And we saw him, just for a moment, through the Corridor. Although, I don't know if it was him, or some alternate possibility of him. From some other point in time, even. Either way he didn't look especially murderous.
[Alucard's ready to say something about Sypha's first point - that he was, that it made his own hand unstead,y and so many other things - but he freezes. They saw Dracula himself through this corridor.
A version of him, a possibility, or whatever else it is, it stops Alucard cold. Makes his eyes alight on Sypha with a new sort of horror and misery, because he wants to ask so many things in spite of them seeing Dracula for only a moment.
All of Alucard seems to slump forward at this point. His shoulders droop. He could collapse. He's near it, and the dhampir begins to blink furiously. It doesn't help the tears, or the crack in his voice as he speaks.]
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Alucard hates that response. Then he hates himself for hating that response, because he shouldn't. In any other place, at any other time, he'd be so happy for it. Find so much joy in exploring the literary depths with Sypha but no. He's on edge constantly.
Neither of us should be alone.
No. She shouldn't be. He should.]
I'll go get Trevor--
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Just...pick something to read. For fun! I'll be in the stacks. You won't even know I'm here.
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[The words ring hollow. He look around, and just grabs whatever book is closest from the shelf.
Sufi writing. Good. That'll do, because mysticism is at least distracting from the current world.
But what he does next says everything. He sits next to the door rather than on any of the sofas. Ass square on the floor, all cold stone. He settles there, opening the book on his lap.]
Let me know if you need help finding something then.
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Probably. She's not completely discounting the option. More like filing it as Plan K.]
All right. [So saying, she refocuses on the miniature library and announces:] Infinite Corridors. Please.
[Only three volumes light up, no surprise that it's a little more esoteric than locator spells. Sypha scribbles the locations down on her hand and hurries to retrieve them. Two of the books are alarmingly slim, but the third is downright chunky. She totes all three back to the main study.
Bypassing the desks and armchairs entirely, Sypha marches over to the doors and sits her own bony ass down beside Alucard. The stone is cold and unforgiving, but she's had worse. Legs crossed tailor-style, she cracks the first volume open (literally - it is not in good condition. Apparently the death of the castle's mechanism also disrupted whatever spells Dracula had placed against humidity and bugs. That wouldn't do) and begins leafing through the brittle pages.]
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It has his attention. So from the pages of his book, his eyes move up every so often, watching Sypha's research. Her retrieval of the books and--
--ah. The old place really does need some spells refreshed, doesn't it? That gets a mental note of to fix in Alucard's head. But nothing else. Surely she'll go find a sofa.
But she doesn't. Of course she doesn't, and Alucard frowns.]
There's more comfortable spots, Sypha.
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Honestly, they could just discuss it. Whatever it is.
Touching only the edges of the pages, she locates the index and begins a cursory search. Sadly none of the chapters are titled 'Infinite Corridors and You: Gateways to Hell', but she can disregard certain other topics to narrow her search. There's a whole section on geologic formations and magical phenomena, which looks quite promising!]
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Infinity corridors....?
[Easier to keep the focus on her for now.]
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Mhm. It seems some of the more powerful nightcreatures went sniffing them out just after Dracula's defeat. Someone's figured out how to focus the Corridor into a passage to and from Hell.
[She turns the pages, skimming passages as she speaks. Her voice is steady, trained to be so, but her hands tremble faintly over the vellum. She should have grasped the intention behind the alchemical symbols, should have seen what the positioning around the town could mean. After everything she'd seen during Dracula's war, surely she ought to have realized the power inherent in an unwilling sacrifice? A mass sacrifice?
The pieces were all there, she'd just been too overconfident to assemble them.]
A higher tier nightcreature was feeding instructions to human cultists, but that level of plotting seems beyond their usual capabilities. There's someone pulling the strings behind even that, but we don't know enough to get much further. So: stake out the Infinite Corridor where it intersects with our world. Keep the portals closed. Stop Lindenfeld from ever happening again.
[That last comes out a fierce whisper. She talks to herself, always has done, and Alucard might as well be a wall for all he's putting out into the world right now.]
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[Alucard sits up a little straighter. There's an emotion in his voice that isn't depression in his voice - it's fear. Real fear, because the idea of focusing anything on Hell? That's concerning. Worse with the idea that the night creatures are involved. They're forged to be loyal to his father--
--he knows the reason why they're sniffing, but Alucard doesn't dare let the thought enter his head. Not yet.]
And how are you certain that it's someone higher up manipulating the situation? The night creatures are loyal to my father, as they were meant to be.
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I'm not certain, but nothing else makes sense. The night creatures are cunning, yes, but we've never seen that they understand magic or spellcraft. They don't use it! The ritual used to refocus the Infinite Corridor was...
[She trails off, swallows, rubs at the bridge of her nose (a frustrated gesture stolen from Trevor). When her hand comes away, her eyes are tired and lined.]
I didn't see it for what it was. It was that complex.
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[It seems logical, but it's still a guess at the end of the day. The end of a very long, very tiring day.]
Let me read over your shoulder then. Perhaps the information will reveal itself in time. Otherwise, we'll have to see if the Hold's index has anything.
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[Forgetting herself for a moment, Sypha runs her fingers over the faded ink, searching for comfort in the words. Her shoulders bow, looking, for once, exactly as small and slim as they are.
Her chin jerks up when Alucard offers his help, when he says 'we'. A smile tries to overtake her face, but she wrestles it down to a hopeful quirk of her mouth in an effort not to frighten him away.] Thank you. I might miss something on my own. I'd appreciate your eyes on this.
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[....but oh. Oh that explains so much. Alucard will dwell on that part later.]
Are there any other details that are important?
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But.]
Yes, these were the symbols the night creature passed on to the cultists. [Down in whatever corner of Hell he's currently occupying, Sypha hopes Dracula twitches when she leans over and scratches the sigils onto his floor with her charcoal pencil] They were all monks, once. The creature targeted a church and swayed the brothers to Dracula's way of thinking. "Humanity's a plague upon the earth, it must be cleansed by the fires of Hell," blah blah blah.
I'm not sure if there was any extra power gained from subverting men of the cloth, or if it was just a coincidence that the Infinite Corridor happened to be under the priory. [Sypha taps at her chin, sneaking a thoughtful peek at Alucard. He's more focused, now, a little bit more like the man in the crypt under Gresit. But not yet the one she knew on the road, not by miles.] Your father's journals...do they still exist?
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[But Alucard's attention returns to the symbol Sypha has sketched and it takes him a few moments to even start to understand it.]
I actually don't think that's from his work specifically. Something borrowed, but--
[Not the point.]
Yes. His journals are in his private library. His alchemy phase was early in his second life.
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If you don't mind me checking these out, we could go and inspect the private library. [There's no denying the little thrill that runs through her at the thought of Dracula's private library. She hadn't known it existed, before, but it makes perfect sense. No matter how much Dracula loved his wife, if she had free reign of this space and he had all these horrible contingency plans, he wouldn't have wanted her to find them.]
Come with me?
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[He's only heard a few things, and even those could be wrong. Alucard's not certain, and--
oh.
The look on Alucard's face is a gentle cringe, but a cringe all the same. It is less a concern of Sypha of all people looking through those notes and more for himself, far too vulnerable to be trusted to not act on some of those notes.]
Let's read through everything that's here first? It'll be easier to do all the work if we've absorbed what's here before hand.
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Then again...Belmonts. They really only have one problem solving strategy.
Alucard's request stops her mid-step toward the door. Sypha turns back with a sheepish smile and adjusts the books in her arms.]
You make a good argument. Can we move to one of the tables? You were right about the floor.
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Very well. We'll need the room to spread out materials.
[It's a little easier to talk when they have to focus. Research. Do work that is focused rather than skirt his fragile emotional state. Alucard is quiet as he walks over to one of the long tables. It's clear. A good landing place.]
I'll go fetch paper and ink so that we can take notes. Set up as you like.
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[The soft tone of her voice makes it clear she's not solely speaking about the research assistance. It means a lot that he's willing to push through whatever's bedeviling him to work with her. She just hopes doing so will return enough of a sense of normalcy that he'll find a way to talk about it.
He can't shut himself away forever. He can't ignore it or stew in it. None of them can. But she'd like to give him some time to find the right words.
She spreads the books out in order of earliest to latest published. It may mean nothing, but it could also give them some indication of the permanence of the Corridor's earthly locations.]
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When he returns, it's with a small bound notebook, a pot of ink, and a pen. It's all set down beside Sypha, and he looks to her quietly.]
How do you want to go about this?
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Sypha burns through the volume on geology within an hour - there isn't much of interest, other than some information about historic leylines. She fills half a page with notes on the subject and reaches for the next book.
Although capable of working in silence, she does her best thinking out loud. Always has. Spinning words helps her find the true thread of a thought, as though the right ones ring silver and striking in the air. So she's not exactly thinking about it when she starts leafing through pages and says:] What if this cult succeeds? Would he comply with their plot? I thought, at the end there, he seemed like he came back to himself. He seemed tired.
[Not the same kind of tired Alucard himself is displaying, but similar enough to give her a chill.]
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[Alucard's own work is marked by silence. He writes things down every so often, but even his pen is mute. Hair brushes over drying ink, and he has to remember to fix that.
He finds little. Mostly notes on the possibilities of what lies within the corridors, but nothing more than conjecture. Nothing about manipulation, and--
--and Sypha wonders out loud, causing Alucard to go so very, very still.]
I'm sorry. He?
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Oh. Oh. She sets the pen down with a dry swallow, and doesn't even try to hide her wary worry.]
Dracula. At the end of our fight. He seemed so...sorry.
['Sorry' is a small and insufficient word for the weight of emotion that had flooded Alucard's childhood bedroom that night. But it's more than that. It's the blank way he'd stared out the Infinite Corridor's scintillating maw as the night creature calibrated the conduit with souls. She hadn't been free to watch when Saint Germaine wrested control of the Corridor back, but that brief glimpse of Dracula with his wife in his arms makes her wonder...
Why come back? He has almost everything he was willing to end the world for, down there in Hell.]
And we saw him, just for a moment, through the Corridor. Although, I don't know if it was him, or some alternate possibility of him. From some other point in time, even. Either way he didn't look especially murderous.
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A version of him, a possibility, or whatever else it is, it stops Alucard cold. Makes his eyes alight on Sypha with a new sort of horror and misery, because he wants to ask so many things in spite of them seeing Dracula for only a moment.
All of Alucard seems to slump forward at this point. His shoulders droop. He could collapse. He's near it, and the dhampir begins to blink furiously. It doesn't help the tears, or the crack in his voice as he speaks.]
That's enough research for me today, I think.
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