[ They are at the beginning once again. Two broken sons of two broken families, held together by Sypha's grace and precious little else, forging what is left of themselves into blades and standing before Dracula's Fucking Demon Castle. And it is the fucking demon castle, now, and yet the last three years did happen. It is still home. It is both at once, it will like as not remain both at once for some time. They will have to bear that.
His hand settles on the roll of leather strapped to his leg, containing the one thing he could focus his anger on creating during their long time on the boat. Made from scrap wood, but tipped with one of those horrible silver needles and carved with spells and soaked in that wine. It's been lying in the wagon, carefully wrapped to protect Alucard, since they set out. It's meant for Carmilla, but if it needs to see use on one of his sisters or his mother or father or whoever else's bones they managed to dig up - so be it. ]
I'll make sure of it.
[ Sypha's hand joins theirs, signaling that whichever soldiers were stationed in the hold to ward off thieves, they're trapped now. He doesn't smile, but his face hardens with conviction, and for the first time in a while he looks more a Belmont than a drunk. ]
If the soldiers posted outside mean to make a fuss, we let them. The more soldiers they draw out of the castle, the better. It's the humans they'll draw out, at dawn. [ The ones who can use the Belmont's tools, the ones that might have been a danger to Alucard with the protection of their vampire comrades. Without them, they're just humans with toys ]. She'll lock the doors, but- [ He trails off, nodding to Alucard. With his strength restored, the castle will listen to him over Carmilla. It would even if they had not spent the last few days stirring chaos, forcing Carmilla to remain awake and divert her attention to a thousand tiny matters. It is his birthright, not hers. ]
-once we are in, Sypha and I keep clay on hand to block our ears if we need to. Don't rely on us being able to hear each other. The livestock pens are our first priority. We can't allow them to use any of their prisoners as hostages.
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His hand settles on the roll of leather strapped to his leg, containing the one thing he could focus his anger on creating during their long time on the boat. Made from scrap wood, but tipped with one of those horrible silver needles and carved with spells and soaked in that wine. It's been lying in the wagon, carefully wrapped to protect Alucard, since they set out. It's meant for Carmilla, but if it needs to see use on one of his sisters or his mother or father or whoever else's bones they managed to dig up - so be it. ]
I'll make sure of it.
[ Sypha's hand joins theirs, signaling that whichever soldiers were stationed in the hold to ward off thieves, they're trapped now. He doesn't smile, but his face hardens with conviction, and for the first time in a while he looks more a Belmont than a drunk. ]
If the soldiers posted outside mean to make a fuss, we let them. The more soldiers they draw out of the castle, the better. It's the humans they'll draw out, at dawn. [ The ones who can use the Belmont's tools, the ones that might have been a danger to Alucard with the protection of their vampire comrades. Without them, they're just humans with toys ]. She'll lock the doors, but- [ He trails off, nodding to Alucard. With his strength restored, the castle will listen to him over Carmilla. It would even if they had not spent the last few days stirring chaos, forcing Carmilla to remain awake and divert her attention to a thousand tiny matters. It is his birthright, not hers. ]
-once we are in, Sypha and I keep clay on hand to block our ears if we need to. Don't rely on us being able to hear each other. The livestock pens are our first priority. We can't allow them to use any of their prisoners as hostages.