allthenotes | Mid-Day 15 (a little while after his previous post)

[It's lucky Richter was perusing the journal when the new passage appeared. He hesitates but a moment before replying.]

Which dormitory are you in? Go under your bed and stay quiet if you can't defend yourself. I'll be there shortly.

[Giving Kora a kiss, he sets off at a run for the castle!]

I'm hiding under the bed furthest from the door. 18

Edited 2017-02-23 02:24 (UTC)

Upon arriving at the castle, Richter checks his journal again, and reads the response before tucking it back under his belt. Dorm 18, not far from his old dorm, but certainly not close either. He can sense a dark presence nearby, but first... First he has to ensure the safety of the one in danger.

Heading straight downstairs and to dorm 18, Richter crouches near the bed, his heavily mended and patched servant grays dark under the light. "Hello? You're safe, if you wish to speak with me." He gets on his hands and knees to peer under the bed, long brown hair tumbling to the floor, but it's dark down here and he can't see much.

"I'm deaf." Luce squeaked out. "Normally." he added on, he didn't know what Richter said, but he wasn't going to play like that anymore.

That makes sense. Richter instead beckons, mouthing as clearly as he can, so his lips can be read. It's safe. The dark presence has settled elsewhere. It's still there, but it's not nearby.

Meanwhile, a large white cat appears in the door, ears perked up. It's been a while since Sara saw Richter in the castle, but as she has the soul of a vampiric peer to Dracula, she can smell his blood from a mile away, practically. Calmly she approaches, before resting a paw on his shoulder and peering under the bed herself at the scared little boy.

Luce carefully scooted out from underneath the bed to Richter. "He looked normal then went looking scary." the boy whimpered, for once not getting distracted by sudden animal.

With Luce in the relative light, Richter smiles slightly, drops Sara in the child's lap, and rips a page from the back of his journal and writes on it.

Do you know his name? What did he look like before and after?

Luce went to hug the poor cat gently. "He had really spikey dark hair, but not the nice spikey like Spinel's bangs."

Understood. I'll go look for him.

The "poor" cat gives his face a gentle brush with her muzzle, a kitty kiss, before turning to Richter and speaking. "You will be all right?" Not that Luce can hear her.

"I will be fine," is his response before he straightens up and heads out the door, leaving Luce alone with Sara.

And with that, Luce will start just petting the cat more so, sniffling into Sara's fur.

He may have seen some scary things here, but something suddenly changing like that scared him the most.

Can you - do that thing you do, and see what's wrong with me?

[Terra gestures at his face, his black-on-black eyes.]

I can try. I can't guarantee that I'll be able to get anything. Are you fine with that?

[ She doesn't want to go ahead unless he is. ]

Yeah. Even if it's nothing, we'll be no worse off, right?

[He forces a smile. It looks wrong on him now.]

[ Hope nods, and then takes a deep breath. Her eyes go dull and distant, like she's not focusing on anything he can see. However, she sighs after a moment. ]

...It's all gibberish, I'm sorry. I could maybe try again in a bit?

[Terra sighs.]

Thanks anyway, Hope. I don't suppose you have any idea what could cause this?

Unfortunately, no. I don't know what could cause this. I've never seen anything like this, in fact.

[ ...Well. Sort of. ]

[Richter has been stalking through the halls when he hears familiar voices. He can't make out what they're saying just yet, but they seem to be coming from the same source as the dark energies.

And then he finds them. They're behind a door, so being an actions kind of guy, he kicks it in (it wasn't locked...), surveys the room, and glares at the two of them, drawing his whip.]

I might have known.

[Terra looks up as the door is kicked open.]

Albastru, what's going on?

[He hasn't thought to check the journal.]

[ Hope doesn't like that he's drawn the whip. She remembers their previous conversation and actually moves to hide behind Terra a bit. She's uneasy. ]

Alabastru...?

Vampire, what have you done to him?

[Direct and to the point, his eyes are icy.]

What - You mean Hope? She didn't do anything!

[Terra isn't certain of much, but he's certain of that.]

It just - happened.

A-All I did, Alabastru, was try to use my powers to try and find out information on what happened to him, I swear!

[ She is not moving out from behind Terra. She remembers that talk well. She also knows she's done nothing wrong. ]

If not you, then what could do this to him? I hardly feel Dracula's presence in the area. You two are the only beings of darkness in the dormitories.

[He gestures in Terra's general direction, but not directly at him. That'd be rude.]

...I think I did it.

[Terra stays firmly between the two of them.]

I tried to cast a spell, and it went wrong, and - Hope wasn't even here!

He found me afterward. I... I have a power, where I can sort of... It's like peeking at what's written about events that actually happen. I can Read this world's Script at times. So I tried that and... Couldn't get anything. That's all.

[ She really doesn't want to end up hurt because of a misunderstanding. ]

... Hmph.

[He lifts the whip with his other hand and... coils it to hang it once more at his belt.]

I believe I owe you an apology, Hope. Too often have I seen innocents taken and corrupted by vampires in my homeland, I simply assumed it would be the same here. It seems I was wrong. What manner of spell could do this, though?

[Terra visibly relaxes.]

I don't know - It was supposed to be a spell that removes poison, ailments, things like that. Nothing that could do this.

[ She'll exhale and step out from behind Terra now. Richter seems to have calmed down, and doesn't seem to be a threat anymore. ]

You look like one of the men guarding the library's treasures.

[Richter frowns, taking in the sight.]

You have control of yourself, though. That's good. Come here.

The Lord's minions? I do?

[That's...not something Terra wants to hear.

He approaches Richter somewhat nervously.]

Yes. Your eyes...

[As Terra approaches, Richter draws a knife.]

This may sting, but I've heard rumors and need to check something. May I have your hand?

[If Terra gives him his hand, then, as gently as possible when you're trying to cut someone, Richter will prick the pad of his thumb and squeeze it.]

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Sure, you-

[As Terra puts his hand in Richter's, something inside him twists --

And he knows no more.

All that remains after the explosion is a small red dragonling, squalling piteously in the mess.]

[Similarly, Richter feels a tug at his chest, and lasts only long enough for it to turn to pain before all sensation ends.

All that remains is the gore of a two-man explosion and a mess of sparkles, both dark and light, which fade quickly. And of course Terra's dragon.]

[ --Hope isn't even sure what just happened. One moment, everything was fine. The next, there's a few gooey, fleshy bits on her and the other two aren't there. She, without thinking, had pulled up a bit of Script, but she can't parse it at the moment.

After a moment, when the event registers, Hope screams. ]

[That sure is someone screaming nearby what.

Lind is on the move before she realises she recognises the voice, pupils changing as her AT activate, meaning she's at the door near-immediately after the scream. Pulling it open, she nearly recoils, the Braincharger taking notice of everything. This is...rather gross. But she's made of tougher stuff, looking around for the reason for the scream]

Hope? [No AT, not in this mess, locking the wheels and walking over to the girl and crouching in front of her, checking quickly for any injuries] Are you hurt?

[Hurt first, what happened later. Prioritise in the event it becomes overwhelming for the girl]

Th-They... They just... They just touched...

[ She sure is traumatized. She's shaking. But she's not hurt. Any fleshy bits on her are from someone else, at least. ]

Mid-Day 15 (a little while after his previous post)

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