[Alucard snaps and snaps with an uncharacteristic waver in his voice. His sword isn't where it should be, and every time he tries to imagine it (singing through the air, slicing with no more than a thought and pure will), it fails to appear.
He keeps floating foward, but now the sludge thickens. Becomes solid, far too grounding. Alucard can feel panic rising in him.]
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[Alucard snaps and snaps with an uncharacteristic waver in his voice. His sword isn't where it should be, and every time he tries to imagine it (singing through the air, slicing with no more than a thought and pure will), it fails to appear.
He keeps floating foward, but now the sludge thickens. Becomes solid, far too grounding. Alucard can feel panic rising in him.]
Throw a pebble at it for all I care!