I. [Their cell of four is down to three. The dhampir can't say how he feels about the matter, and quite frankly, he isn't inclined to engage on it right now either. Getting out of this place is the most important priority, and that execution should be the correct time to--
--do whatever is happening right now as magic rushes down the corridor like snow in an avalanche. The suddenness has the dhampir on his feet, curiosity winning out over every other possible concern. This isn't Hector's plan, he can say that much with certainty, but the doors are open. A portal glows at the end.
Does he trust the man standing in the portal? Absolutely not. Does he go through regardless? Yes.
He listens quietly at the explanation, eyes everywhere at once. Considering the scene, considering those forced to watch, all of it. (She was burnt, the back of his mind supplies. It looked different than this.)
He knows what the choice is to be. Instead, he takes a look around to make sure no eyes are on him. Then he takes a few steps forward.
There is a white wolf standing where he was just a few moments before.
The wolf huffs a sigh of relief, takes a few more steps forward, and is Alucard again.] I suppose that is the other issue addressed.
[He knows what choice to make, and when he thinks no one is looking, Alucard's shape changes. His is a wolf. He is a fluttering of bats. He is a person again, and this is all in service of ensuring that things work as they should and being able to address it if they aren't. Alucard moves left, and in a blink of an eye, is a hundred feet further away.
Yes. That's as it should be.]
II. Closed to Hector [The portal to the Free Cities. It isn't a hard choice - there's no promise Thorne won't pursue any and all who have escaped through obvious or more subtle means. So best to hide among real enemies rather than neutral ones, get bearings, and proceed.
But there is a sour note to all of it, and as much as Alucard hates to admit it, he can imagine someone else is tasting that same note. Hector's easy enough to find, at least.]
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--do whatever is happening right now as magic rushes down the corridor like snow in an avalanche. The suddenness has the dhampir on his feet, curiosity winning out over every other possible concern. This isn't Hector's plan, he can say that much with certainty, but the doors are open. A portal glows at the end.
Does he trust the man standing in the portal? Absolutely not. Does he go through regardless? Yes.
He listens quietly at the explanation, eyes everywhere at once. Considering the scene, considering those forced to watch, all of it. (She was burnt, the back of his mind supplies. It looked different than this.)
He knows what the choice is to be. Instead, he takes a look around to make sure no eyes are on him. Then he takes a few steps forward.
There is a white wolf standing where he was just a few moments before.
The wolf huffs a sigh of relief, takes a few more steps forward, and is Alucard again.] I suppose that is the other issue addressed.
[He knows what choice to make, and when he thinks no one is looking, Alucard's shape changes. His is a wolf. He is a fluttering of bats. He is a person again, and this is all in service of ensuring that things work as they should and being able to address it if they aren't. Alucard moves left, and in a blink of an eye, is a hundred feet further away.
Yes. That's as it should be.]
II. Closed to Hector
[The portal to the Free Cities. It isn't a hard choice - there's no promise Thorne won't pursue any and all who have escaped through obvious or more subtle means. So best to hide among real enemies rather than neutral ones, get bearings, and proceed.
But there is a sour note to all of it, and as much as Alucard hates to admit it, he can imagine someone else is tasting that same note. Hector's easy enough to find, at least.]
I suppose we were both outclassed for dramatics.
III. Wildcard Whatever you want or hit me up on the plotting post