[Open] The Catch-all log, Alucard edition

[cryptsleeper]

Who: Alucard + ???
When: The whole dang month
Where: Here, there, out beyond city walls
What: Various things
Warnings: Violence, others to be added as needed



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[cryptsleeper]

[Right then.

Alucard knows he needs to help, but unable to have a sight line on Geralt makes that much harder. He moves quickly to fix that, rounding out at what seems to be the edge of the ent's roots. Or so he's guessing, unsurprised when a new and rather thick one springs up and throws the dhampir clean across and over the ent itself.

He doesn't land gracefully. Alucard rolls and tumbles and smacks his head hard (he knows there's going to be a concussion from this), but gets up all the same. At the very least he can see Geralt now, and he lands just in time to see what happens when Geralt's sword stabs into the center knot. It's awful. It's effective, and the spellcasting is nothing if not Sypha-levels of impressive.

But it also means Geralt has the whole thing under control, and that the dhampir is better suited to hanging back where he is, waiting to see if something goes awry at the last minute. To do otherwise might give the ent a final moment to inflict damage.]

[niespodzianka]

[ Geralt isn't expecting to see his companion go flying like a Looney Lutes character up and over his head, and so Alucard gets a front row seat to Geralt being slammed into by a giant knot of wood and root that sends him onto his ass, a full-color spectacle of clumsy idiocy.

The witcher mutters something profane as he rolls away, launching back onto his feet and shaking dirt and plant matter out of his face. He can feel the unearthly chill of the Cwyld skim past his skin, intangible bit activating his senses anyway. Close call, moron, he thinks.

Geralt has to dive and roll out of the way, and finds himself practically sinking into disturbed earth. Like quicksand, the pit the ent lives in. Just past it he can see Alucard. Ey, sup.

Huh.

An explosion of overpowered magic snaps in and sends the ent flying not unlike the dhampir moments before, on fire, roots fluttering the wind like kite strings. It sails away over a living tree then thuds to the ground and lies there, motionless. ]

[cryptsleeper]

[Shit.

Out of instinct, Alucard starts to move forward when Geralt is slammed by the knot. It is only the knowledge that the action would cause more harm than good that stops him, and oh. The thing's still moving, Geralt's almost in the earth and...

...and in a flash of motion and madness, the thing is dead.

Carefully, so carefully, Alucard walks over to where Geralt is. Offers the man a hand upright.]

The wolf's safe. What about you?

[niespodzianka]

[ There's just a grumble of resentment from the huddled person-like form of armor and dirt before he raises his head and gropes for Alucard's hand. Which might not be as easy as he anticipates; the witcher is unnaturally dense, and heavy. No wonder he can take hits like he does. ]

Just got dirt up my nose, is all.

[ Which he snorts and spits out. Hhurrk. ]

You in one piece?

[cryptsleeper]

[Geralt's a little bit weighter than Alucard expected, but what Alucard expected also includes not reacting to weight at all so he's incredibly biased. At any rate, Alucard bears the witcher easily, ignoring the additional warmth that suddenly sinks in.]

I am, yes.

[What are you supposed to even say after these kinds of fights???]

These things are solitary predators, yes?

[Nailed it.]

[niespodzianka]

[ He is very warm, enjoy that. Great for winter nights, very annoying in summer afternoons. That mutant life, yo. He snorts again, clearing dirt from his sinuses, but he sounds like he might be saying 'good', even as he gracefully spits out more gross soily snot. ]

Dunno. We should probably leave.

[cryptsleeper]

Agreed.


[The warm is damn nice and Alucard's not going to say anything else about it.

Alucard pauses, then reaches into the pocket of his trousers. There's a very small first aid kit in there, and he pulls out a bit of white cloth. Easy enough to offer it to the man in place of any other tissue.]

Here. Easier to blow than let it get stuffed up.

[niespodzianka]

[ He decides not to mention that the last time he saw these things, they were in a group. A loose group, though, and having been herded in by the Wilders for training. So it could mean nothing! He doesn't hear anything creeping in on their location, though, so they should just bail now. ]

Thanks, [ he grunts, before ruining Alucard's handkerchief. Sexy.

And ... away they go! ]