#for reference this is happening roughly concurrently with drac shambling out of the cathedral wrapped in the old drapery

[wingedknightrose]

WIP Weekend

Tagged by @lucien-lachance a couple of times over the past couple of weeks but haven't been able to keep up with it because work is hell

Tagging @lucien-lachance because I haven't seen you do one this weekend so. y'know >>

have a snippit from Apocalypse, wherein Victor has no idea how bad his night is about to be.

Victor groaned, falling back in his chair to stare at the ceiling for a moment, trying to figure out what the best path forward was. Did he go out and investigate himself? He was both more capable of getting up there and more knowledgeable about what he’d find than anyone else in the Brotherhood. But they were also expecting an attack, and depending on who or what was doing the attacking, he’d be needed here. And then of course there was all that nebulous chaos they were anticipating without any solid idea where or when it would break, so he could be needed anywhere at a moment’s notice. Unless the Cathedral was where everything was going to go wrong, at which point he really needed to be there, and - he was going in circles. “Goddamnit,” he muttered, rubbing his eyes with his palms. There wasn’t enough information for him to make the best call. He hated situations like this - it was gambling with lives, and his family wasn’t known for being particularly lucky. His phone chirped softly in his pocket. Victor sat up, pulled it out, and unlocked it without even checking the notification. He found himself staring at his chat history with Alucard; the vampire had sent him a single sentence - the most Victor had heard from him all month. It’s starting. Victor sat up a little straighter, shooting a question mark in reply, because that message was stupidly ominous and completely unhelpful. He waited for a minute or two, but there was no answer forthcoming. Of course Alucard would choose tonight of all nights to be cryptic. Victor glared at the little picture at the top of the screen - a white wolf making one of those doofy blep faces - like if he did so hard enough it would come to life and explain what was going on. “What’s starting…?”