[ Trevor is out for a walk late at night, because the idea of settling into a safehouse bed just isn't something he wants to do this particular evening. It's his own private rebellion, since he has no idea how to escape this godforsaken place. He'd think it a dream except his body has been experimented on, he feels the evidence of it, and his imagination (while vivid) could never have come up with anything like this. Technology beyond any of the science that Alucard's mother could have conceived, for certain. They say he's in the future, and he supposes he has no choice but to believe it.
Even in this time, there are constants. There are men and monsters, and all flavor of folks in between. Trevor trusts no one thus far, choosing to explore on his own for the most part. Tonight he's in a dark part of town when he hears a rustling down an alley -- could be a rat. Could be a creature. He has neither his whip nor his sword but that means very little, he can improvise somehow should it be a monster. He creeps into the mouth of the darkness and peers around, at the ready while his eyes adjust. If only he had a torch of some kind, he thinks, and just then--
--at first he thinks it's fireflies but there are too many, and suddenly clustered around him when there's no foliage for them to have emerged from disturbed. He swats at the tiny lights and realizes they're not bugs, no... and there's a glow coming from his chest as well, beneath his coat.
It's his new power, of which others were speaking, it must be. A scowl crosses his face, visible to anyone who might be in the alley. (Likely no one, but his voice is certainly audible to those passing by on the street.) ]
Oh come on, is this the best you could do?
[ The formidable last Belmont, surrounded by twinkly fairy lights. At least Sypha isn't here to see. Frankly, he preferred the darkness of the alley to this embarrassment of an ability. ]
Begone!
> ENJOY THE FESTIVITIES
ii. games
[ Throwing darts, though not something Trevor has done before, isn't all too different from throwing knives, it turns out. No spin, less of a motion, but still an assessment of the weight and balance of the thing and then careful aim. It's something Trevor is good at, and he could really use that affirmation of his strengths right now, so far from home and without his customary accoutrements. It feels wrong to not be wearing his family crest, to not have the Morningstar hanging from his hip -- and don't get him started on the fact that the name is used here, he's not getting into it. It's a bitter reminder of what's been taken from him. Even his appearance, they've changed, his shaggy hair shorter from being shaved at some point.
He keeps throwing darts and hitting the target exactly, to the point that he hits previous ones he's thrown directly in the bull's eye. When the attendant informs him that doesn't count because it didn't stick he leans in, gesturing pointedly with a dart. ]
You see here, that's consistency. To be valued even more than accuracy, dare I say -- see, it pushed the previous one deeper. It should count double.
[ He doesn't even know what the tickets are for, but wants to win as many of them as he can get. ]
> A LIFE OF CHAOS
iii. monsters
[ Unconventional threats are the story of Trevor's life, honestly. He's almost relieved when he runs into creatures that he recognizes as obviously monstrous, things that he knows he can kill. It's not that he's vicious, no, he just longs for the familiarity of it, the sense of doing something good and right. Protecting people, beating back creatures that would harm them. He rushes into the fray against a small pack of odd half-snake, half-dog creatures that are advancing on a stranger, scooping up a nightstick from a fallen city guardsman as he does. There are several bodies scattered around, all better armed than him -- he'll check on them once he's dispatched these demons, the first of which he bashes in its skull so that it turns to face him.
Trevor smirks. ]
Yes, that's right. Come at me, vile creature. [ The others turn to him as well, but he seems no less confident for being ganged up on. He calls out to the stranger, gesturing to one of the fallen guardsmen nearby. ] You there! Fetch me another, if you would!
[ Casual as if he was calling for another ale at the tavern. ]
Trevor Belmont | Castlevania (Netflix)
i. new abilities
[ Trevor is out for a walk late at night, because the idea of settling into a safehouse bed just isn't something he wants to do this particular evening. It's his own private rebellion, since he has no idea how to escape this godforsaken place. He'd think it a dream except his body has been experimented on, he feels the evidence of it, and his imagination (while vivid) could never have come up with anything like this. Technology beyond any of the science that Alucard's mother could have conceived, for certain. They say he's in the future, and he supposes he has no choice but to believe it.
Even in this time, there are constants. There are men and monsters, and all flavor of folks in between. Trevor trusts no one thus far, choosing to explore on his own for the most part. Tonight he's in a dark part of town when he hears a rustling down an alley -- could be a rat. Could be a creature. He has neither his whip nor his sword but that means very little, he can improvise somehow should it be a monster. He creeps into the mouth of the darkness and peers around, at the ready while his eyes adjust. If only he had a torch of some kind, he thinks, and just then--
--at first he thinks it's fireflies but there are too many, and suddenly clustered around him when there's no foliage for them to have emerged from disturbed. He swats at the tiny lights and realizes they're not bugs, no... and there's a glow coming from his chest as well, beneath his coat.
It's his new power, of which others were speaking, it must be. A scowl crosses his face, visible to anyone who might be in the alley. (Likely no one, but his voice is certainly audible to those passing by on the street.) ]
Oh come on, is this the best you could do?
[ The formidable last Belmont, surrounded by twinkly fairy lights. At least Sypha isn't here to see. Frankly, he preferred the darkness of the alley to this embarrassment of an ability. ]
Begone!
> ENJOY THE FESTIVITIES
ii. games
[ Throwing darts, though not something Trevor has done before, isn't all too different from throwing knives, it turns out. No spin, less of a motion, but still an assessment of the weight and balance of the thing and then careful aim. It's something Trevor is good at, and he could really use that affirmation of his strengths right now, so far from home and without his customary accoutrements. It feels wrong to not be wearing his family crest, to not have the Morningstar hanging from his hip -- and don't get him started on the fact that the name is used here, he's not getting into it. It's a bitter reminder of what's been taken from him. Even his appearance, they've changed, his shaggy hair shorter from being shaved at some point.
He keeps throwing darts and hitting the target exactly, to the point that he hits previous ones he's thrown directly in the bull's eye. When the attendant informs him that doesn't count because it didn't stick he leans in, gesturing pointedly with a dart. ]
You see here, that's consistency. To be valued even more than accuracy, dare I say -- see, it pushed the previous one deeper. It should count double.
[ He doesn't even know what the tickets are for, but wants to win as many of them as he can get. ]
> A LIFE OF CHAOS
iii. monsters
[ Unconventional threats are the story of Trevor's life, honestly. He's almost relieved when he runs into creatures that he recognizes as obviously monstrous, things that he knows he can kill. It's not that he's vicious, no, he just longs for the familiarity of it, the sense of doing something good and right. Protecting people, beating back creatures that would harm them. He rushes into the fray against a small pack of odd half-snake, half-dog creatures that are advancing on a stranger, scooping up a nightstick from a fallen city guardsman as he does. There are several bodies scattered around, all better armed than him -- he'll check on them once he's dispatched these demons, the first of which he bashes in its skull so that it turns to face him.
Trevor smirks. ]
Yes, that's right. Come at me, vile creature. [ The others turn to him as well, but he seems no less confident for being ganged up on. He calls out to the stranger, gesturing to one of the fallen guardsmen nearby. ] You there! Fetch me another, if you would!
[ Casual as if he was calling for another ale at the tavern. ]