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[getnasty]

[Trevor hates this technology. He yearns for simpler times.]

Straight out of the Gresit catacombs!
God shits in my dinner once again.
Where is the local bar?
I need a soft bed and hard ale.

[He'd woken near a bar but stumbled past it in a daze. Unfortunately. For everyone, obviously. Everything around him was metal and there weren't any windows. Where was all the fresh air? The ground. Why was he wearing horrible gray-green overalls. They did nothing for his complexion or chiseled jaw line.

The network briefly gets an up close shot of his face as he taps the device at his wrist. It's there and gone again.]

Right.
I'll come back later.
Let me know if you can find some beer.

[Or tell him what's going on. Priorities.]

Comments

[getnasty]

Why would I do that?

[Sypha, please.]

Me? Ah, yes. If one of the two of us is causing trouble it'd be Trevor Fucking Belmont and not your precious undead messiah.

[altruistical]

Because its safer in numbers. In case you are not aware, we have little knowledge of this place still. Alucard has told me it is dangerous. It's only common sense.

[She crosses her arms over her chest.]

Am I wrong? I will apologize if so.

[getnasty]

Yes, and what he says is law. You should be more cautious around monsters you've only just met.

[Which he fully believes. Alucard may be the exception to the rule but neither of them can say that definitively.]

Then apologize.

[altruistical]

Speakers travel in together for safety. Do hunters not do the same? He had given us no reason to further question is motives, Belmont.

[Her eyebrows raise for a moment.]

You met with him here and nothing happened between the two of you?

[getnasty]

I wouldn't know.

[Not anymore. He was alone and has been for a long time. It's not something he wanted to think much on.]

I do not wish to speak of it. Let it go.

[His tone is the slightest bit pleading.]

[altruistical]

[Oh...that tone makes her freeze for a moment. With the time difference between them...she didnt think that they would fight again.]

Belmont, I will not press it any further, but please be honest with me. Are you hurt? Did you two fight again?

[getnasty]

We didn't fight.

[The complete opposite. He assisted Alucard and then suffered for it.]

How far is the bar?

[altruistical]

You didn't answer if you were hurt.

[She looks up at the ceiling for a moment. Guess she can cut him some slack...she gaze returns back to him, a bit softer this time.]

Let's go, Belmont. We'll find you a beer.

[getnasty]

I'm not hurt.

[Which should be enough to make her less concerned, but he had a feeling it wouldn't.]

Yes, lets. [He didn't mind Sypha or her company any more than he minded anyone else's. Trevor preferred being alone only because it was simpler.] That way, right?

[altruistical]

If you are sure.

[She glances behind her as she walks down the hall. Something tells her that he isn't telling her the full truth, but she knows better than to press anymore than she has. He's stubborn as a mule.]

Yes, I saw someone stumbling out of one of these rooms down here.

[getnasty]

I am sure.

[As positive as he was ever going to be. Trevor didn't want to share when he wasn't entirely certain of what was even going on. Given time he mig- no. He won't then, he assumes.]

Good.

[He starts opening doors until he finds the right one.]