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[smurfingtonthethird]

"Nothing, nothing. What's this play about?"

[Kansa]

She dropped the peel of the fruit down to the ground below,
"Well Dalia, I wanted to talk to your group of esteemed heroes."

"It's an old one, about one of our heroes."

[PrivateNomad]

Ashley indeed manages to slip in the void, Alucard appearing unharmed.

[USEC_OFFICER]

"That wasn't very hard to figure out. So what did you want to talk to us about? Is it something important?"

[Projeck37]

Ashley goes through the void gate, back down into Alucard's lab.

[PrivateNomad]

Ashley goes through the void gate, back down into Alucard's lab.

She enters his lab and encounters the usual plethora of strange experiments and such. She pushes her way past eldritch constructs he machinated and turns around the experiments he has set up long-term so she can get to the living room.

[Projeck37]

She lays him down on the couch, poking his forehead, where she drew the Escher Triangle. It begins to glow.
"Wake up, damn you."

[PrivateNomad]

Bartimaeus!Tobias turns to a shadow and silently shifts into Dalia's shadow.
Ashley notices no magic coming from Alucard at all. He is alive, obviously, but not awake.

[Kansa]

”Well would it be ok if I came inside?”

[Projeck37]

Ashley pokes the triangle again. It pulses once, as it begins to try to magically wake up Alucard.

[USEC_OFFICER]

"I guess so. Just try to not bring in any dirt or anything, it isn't my room after all," she replies, opening the window a little wider for Illian to come in and stepping back to give the woman her space.

[PrivateNomad]

Alucard's eyes opens and he groans in pain, clenching onto the couch.

[Kansa]

Illian walked in through the window and dropped smoothly onto the floor, she still had a bright smile on her face.
"Nice room."

[USEC_OFFICER]

Dalia crosses her arms and taps her foot impatiently as she waits for Illian to come in and make herself comfortable. "Don't tell me that. It isn't mine. So what did you want to talk about?"

[Kansa]

Illian pulled up a chair and sat down on it,
"Your magic, child of misfortune"