Character(s): Alucard + ???? Status: Open Location(s): Around, about, and up in the Krimnos mountains Date(s) Julyish About: General July catch all, but also feat. Alucard, Sypha, and a tiny flying horse Warnings: Added as required
[They don't leave finger prints. They don't leave anything behind. They should tell the police, but that will bring them too much attention. They can't be seen leaving this place either. Shit. Fuck.
Alucard pauses, then snaps his fingers.] Downstairs. We go downstairs, and I'll remain, a customer confused about the whereabouts of the shop keeper. Go back to the market. Tell the seller who recommended this shop that something's wrong, but don't give details. They'll either alert the authorities or invite something shadier to address the problem all the same.
[ Noctis hesitates, glancing at the door to the back room and then back to Alucard, caught between common sense and the whole reason they came here in the first place. He grits his teeth. ]
I have to know if it was here.
[ Was. It isn't now, or he knows he'd hear the siren whispers of the thing calling to him to claim its power like he did so often in his youth. No, if it was in the shop at all, it's gone now. And the only person who could have told them if he'd seen it has been silenced.
He huffs and relents, shoulders sagging. ]
I'll go downstairs. If you see an inventory log or something else that can tell us what's been through here, just...tell me, okay?
[In practice what that means is that if there's a ledger that is already open, the dhampir will look. If not though, well, he isn't going to disturb a crime scene no matter how badly he feels for Noctis at the moment. And oh, gods, he feels for the young man so very hard.
With Noctis gone, Alucard does the only thing he can do: float. Gently. Around the shop, eyes looking for anything like a register or ledger or some other way of keeping track of comings and goings and--
bingo.
The ledge is open. The page is almost full and there is, in scrawny handwriting, a line that reads Ring, cursed and goes on to describe the thing that Noctis has been looking for. Sold, 300 gold.
No client information, nothing but a date. Yesterday. It was taken yesterday.
Alucard goes downstairs where he said he would be, and waits.]
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[They don't leave finger prints. They don't leave anything behind. They should tell the police, but that will bring them too much attention. They can't be seen leaving this place either. Shit. Fuck.
Alucard pauses, then snaps his fingers.] Downstairs. We go downstairs, and I'll remain, a customer confused about the whereabouts of the shop keeper. Go back to the market. Tell the seller who recommended this shop that something's wrong, but don't give details. They'll either alert the authorities or invite something shadier to address the problem all the same.
Okay?
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I have to know if it was here.
[ Was. It isn't now, or he knows he'd hear the siren whispers of the thing calling to him to claim its power like he did so often in his youth. No, if it was in the shop at all, it's gone now. And the only person who could have told them if he'd seen it has been silenced.
He huffs and relents, shoulders sagging. ]
I'll go downstairs. If you see an inventory log or something else that can tell us what's been through here, just...tell me, okay?
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[In practice what that means is that if there's a ledger that is already open, the dhampir will look. If not though, well, he isn't going to disturb a crime scene no matter how badly he feels for Noctis at the moment. And oh, gods, he feels for the young man so very hard.
With Noctis gone, Alucard does the only thing he can do: float. Gently. Around the shop, eyes looking for anything like a register or ledger or some other way of keeping track of comings and goings and--
bingo.
The ledge is open. The page is almost full and there is, in scrawny handwriting, a line that reads Ring, cursed and goes on to describe the thing that Noctis has been looking for. Sold, 300 gold.
No client information, nothing but a date. Yesterday. It was taken yesterday.
Alucard goes downstairs where he said he would be, and waits.]