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[atowncalledtreffy]

[He doesn't say it, but the relaxing of his tense shoulders show the relief in Trevor's mind; relief, and gratitude that he has Adrian here to take care of this when he needs him to]

I'm not convinced we can't. Just that I haven't found a way yet.

[draculabutbackwards]

You'll be very popular around here if you stumble on a way.

[A lot of the cuts are shallow, but there was a lot of glass and frantic activity. He takes his time on a deeper slash, debating whether to recommend stitches when Trevor will almost certainly blow off taking care of them.]

[atowncalledtreffy]

Sure. Right before things go to shit and people blame me for it.

[He exhales, lowering his head to wait, one boot itching up to scratch at his ankle.]

So how does this necromancy work?

[draculabutbackwards]

[He decides against stitches and is just very careful with the bandaging job.]

Uncomfortably. People come back intact, but feeling whatever killed them, and with what sounds more or less like a terrible hangover that lasts a week.

[atowncalledtreffy]

Great. So not only is he raising the dead, but he's doing a shit job at it.

[draculabutbackwards]

It doesn't seem to matter who you are, either. Father went down as hard as anybody.

[Normally he'd be a bit more careful with that subject in front of Belmont, but he's not at his best.]

[atowncalledtreffy]

[Wait, what?]

The fuck? What happened to your dad?

[draculabutbackwards]

[Adrian pinches the bridge of his nose.]

A clusterfuck is what. Last time the Admiral shit the bed, we were dropped in a port with some powerful, malicious magic ingrained that turned some of us into rage-driven maniacs and suppressed any useful abilities we might have.

[atowncalledtreffy]

And he died?

[draculabutbackwards]

He was effectively human at the time. There were a lot of casualties on that one.

[atowncalledtreffy]

[Trevor can't help himself. He snerks, then hunches his shoulders and starts to laugh]

[draculabutbackwards]

[Adrian rolls his eyes, but the distress is softened enough by time that he restrains the rest of his reaction. Considering his current state of mind, best he doesn't think too hard about any of this.]

Yes, well, you should see how dramatic someone can be when they haven't felt ill since Atlantis.

[atowncalledtreffy]

[He's laughing longer now, trying not to rub his eyes when Adrian is taking care of his hands]

Oh my god. I wish I could have been there to see it.

[draculabutbackwards]

[Only a strict sense of medical ethics keeps him from deliberately poking a wound.]

Certainly the only time I've seen my father turn down my cooking. Well, since the mud pie stage of things. So. When... when they're back, there's a nasty bit of nausea in with the rest, keep that in mind.

[atowncalledtreffy]

If every time I got the stomach flu instead of dying, I wouldn't mind it so much.

Hang on. Did you die here?

[draculabutbackwards]

No, though it was a near thing that port.

[Still a little punchy, he keeps talking when he probably shouldn't.]

I'm not used to having to worry about things like cold.

[atowncalledtreffy]

[he is just radiating sick delight]

Oh, no. Did you have to put on a jacket? Figure out the joys of sneezing?

[draculabutbackwards]

[This is actually an excellent plan. Being irritated with Trevor is much better than being numbly sick with grief.]

Merely skirted the edges of hypothermia. Eventually I got dragged into a tent by--

[Well, it was an excellent plan.]

[atowncalledtreffy]

[he can have a guess who Adrian was rescued by. And he glances up, nudging Adrian's foot with his own boot]

Oy. Zone out after you patch me up.

[draculabutbackwards]

[He shakes his head and doesn't acknowledge the lapse.]

They're not usually that bad. I'm under the impression that last port with the giant food was much more typical.

[atowncalledtreffy]

You think it's getting worse?

[draculabutbackwards]

Hard to say? I've been here about half a year. There are much longer tenures whose impulses would be more useful.

[He ties off the last bandage.]

There, that'll see you through.

[atowncalledtreffy]

Thanks.

[He examines his arms, checking them over]

Well. You're a credit to your human side, Alucard.

[draculabutbackwards]

Whose medical knowledge is owing to the vampire side. I can't be disassembled for easy storage, more's the pity.

[He straightened, not really trying to fight his odd morose mood now the task is over.]

[atowncalledtreffy]

Fine. You're a credit to the teachings of your parents. Happy?

Wait, no. You're never happy.

[He relaxes the teasing a little, exhaling when he sees Alucard's expression]

Admiral's a necromancer. You know that.