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[quickwhip]

Who: Trevor Belmont and others
When: first half of the month prior to the event
Where: various places
What: mostly planned things with cr but also an open prompt concerning the doll quest
Warnings: Trevor being Trevor, blood drinking, monster fighting, other things tbd


dolly mine quest

[ Early in the evening on this particular night, if you happen to be taking a stroll nearby a certain toy store, you might happen to spot a little set-up that's been done some ways from the store on the cobblestone path. There's a table, four chairs, small little cups with saucers, and a teapot placed in the center of the table. All miniatures. If you're thinking tea party? You'd be thinking right. And who loves tea parties? Dolls love tea parties. It's a cute little set-up. How could any doll resist coming over to have some tea?

But near that little set-up is also a box. Yeah. A really BIG BOX that's tilted on an angle with a stick propping it up... angled to drop down over the little tea party and catch some dolls. How? With the near invisible string that's tied around the stick propping the up the box and runs up up up all the way to the building beside the toy store with a head peeking over the side. No, not a doll head. A vampire's head. Who, just so happens to spot someone strolling by his trap. ]

Psst! Get away from that! You'll scare the dolls off!

[ That sure is Trevor now-a-vampire-but-still-a Belmont shouting in a whisper at you. ]

other things?
(( if you'd like to do something specific with Trevor, feel free to shoot me a PM or a PP at escaflownes on plurk and we can work something out! o/ ))

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[cryptsleeper]

[It's nice, this. Older times, circumstances a little different. A reminder that they can have their older times no matter the circumstance.

While Trevor has rested, Alucard has finished his intelligence gathering a little bit of additional information. It's the part about paralysis that concerns him, and he tugs his coat close against him. April it may be, but it's early. The night air is still cold.]

I procured bait while you were resting. I asked one of the farmers for the remains of his attacked creature.

[Alucard taps a bloodied sack with his foot.]

We need a plan for the paralysis the thing is capable of educing though.

[quickwhip]

[ With a glance down to the sack, he smirks a bit before he casts his glance off towards their surroundings. So far? He doesn't hear or see anything. But the concern over the paralysis is something to address. ]

Do you know any spells that could counter it?

[ A beat. ]

Or something that could impair our hearing from it? Although [ he crosses his arms then ] that would mean relying on sight a helluva lot more and if this thing is fast, it might be easy to lose track of it.

[ Nevermind if there's MORE. ]

[cryptsleeper]

I might, but I don't know how quickly I can make it work. I'm not Sypha.

[Alucard pauses, then considers.]

Your hearing should be what mine was. As is your sight, if I recall correctly. We'll have to rely on you.

[quickwhip]

Wouldn't I be more susceptible to its scream then?

[ More sensitive hearing and all. ]

Either way, I don't think it's something that either of us should take on alone.

[cryptsleeper]

--Yes, there's also that. Which means one option is to stuff our ears.

[It's actually a good idea, now that Alucard thinks about it.]

I think we can work non-verbally.

[quickwhip]

[ He tilts his head, blue eyes blinking at the suggestion. It's... not bad?? Not for what they need to accomplish at least and it wouldn't risk the chance of being permanent like a spell might make it be. So, he hums at that. ]

Got any suggestions on what to stuff our ears with?

[cryptsleeper]

[Alucard reaches into his pocket, only to withdraw some balled up cotton. There's two sets, and they come with an awkward little smile.]

I may have prepared something, yes.

[quickwhip]

[ Leave it to Alucard. ]

Well that's better than the leaves I was going to suggest.

[ He chuckles a bit (maybe joking??) before he puffs out a sigh and takes another look around them. ]

There's a thunderstorm coming from the sounds and smell of things. I don't know if that's going to make this easier or harder for us. Depending on how hard it comes down, it might make seeing the thing a little more difficult.

[cryptsleeper]

I'd refuse anyway because that's disgusting.

[Storms though. Alucard considers this, then makes a decision.]

If we can't see then we leave this for another day. If I make this-- [and here he makes the cut it out gesture] then we need to retreat.

[quickwhip]

[ It was really only a matter of time before Trevor fell back into old habits. Such as staring at Alucard as if he's grown a third head. ]

...what the hell kind of signal is that?

[cryptsleeper]

Cut it out?

[quickwhip]

Oh. That... works. I guess.

[ It's going to have to, right? ]

Then it's settled. Cotton and hand signals.

[cryptsleeper]

Indeed.

[Alucard pauses, then reaches over. A few stray pieces of hair are in Trevor's face now, and it's bothering him.]

You need a haircut.

[quickwhip]

[ Blue eyes blink when Alucard brushes some of his hair away. ]

What? Does it look bad or something?

[cryptsleeper]

No, just...you usually wear it short?

[quickwhip]

Yeah, I do. Just... haven't really had the time to worry about that.

[ What with getting weaker and sicker and eventually dying. But, with a turn then, he pulls his cloak around him a little more and looks off around the fields of the farm. ]

We should probably do this a little ways from here. I don't want the people living here to end up as targets for this thing.

[cryptsleeper]

You should think about if you want to grow it out or not.

[Alucard considers the point. He then leans down and picks up his awful and awfully smelly sack of dismemebered farm animal.]

I'll let you pick the battleground. Just tell me where to scatter the sack's content.

[quickwhip]

[ He steps forward for a moment before he comes to pause and turns to look at the blond. ]

Can I carry you there? [ A beat ] I'm faster and can get us there quicker.

[cryptsleeper]

On your back, or did you have other arrangements in mind?

[quickwhip]

[ Did he?? ]

Just. You know.

[ To which he then gestures scooping Alucard up into his arms. Just like that. Yeah. ]

[cryptsleeper]

If I wasn't carrying so many dismembered parts, I'd agree. For now, I think on your back may be better.

[quickwhip]

[ And that's when he holds his hand out. ]

I'll carry the bag.

[cryptsleeper]

Gladly.

[Enjoy the horrible stinky sack Trevor.]

Let's get moving, shall we?

[quickwhip]

[ With the bag in his own hand, he moves closer to Alucard and bends a bit. Going to scoop him up. Yes he is. ]

[cryptsleeper]

--!

[This would be almost romantic. If Trevor wasn't also carrying a bag of animal parts.

Alucard lets himself be scooped up. He settles against Trevor, then wraps his arms around the man's shoulders to be secure.]

Let's go.