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[reposing]

So there's a problem.

[Introductions? No, none of that.

The video comes online to show two individuals: Alucard, who clearly has seen better days on account of how grungy he appears, twigs in his hair, and a bottle of wine in his hand. Rosella, clearly dressed in a gown fit for a princess, is on the ground with eyes closed and not breathing. As Alucard moves his phone to show her looking kind of dead, it's clear that both these people are in the recently revealed gardens where the suspicious tea party is located.]

I found this young lady like this, along with an empty tea cup. Presumably, she's been poisoned, but I lack any ability to undo the damage done. I don't believe she is dead, but who knows how much longer she has.

[He has a drink from his bottle before he continues.]

If someone has any knowledge on these teas and what best to do next, that'd be ideal.

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EVENTUALLY...

[reposing]

[After debating on the internet on what to do, Alucard is faced with a very real problem:

He probably has no choice but to kiss Rosella.

It isn't her that's caused his reluctance. If anything, Rosella deserves a very charming young human man to come to her rescue. Unfortunately, she's stuck with him, and he...

Well. Alucard has some complications since his last romantic foray. Not something he wants to think deeply about. Fortunately, there's probably a workaround. A gamble, considering he won't be able to undo his form for at least an hour.

His form shifts like mist, and as a wolf he approaches the fallen girl. After some hesitation, he proceeds to lick her face.

Sorry for the dog kisses, Rosella.]

[savewell]

[If she were conscious enough to know what was happening, she might actually tear her hair out — not from the frankly ludicrous amount of time it had taken the people of the City to apparently reach a consensus as to what to be done about her, but the fact that she doesn't even get a handsome prince to kiss her awake from being fantasy dead. Of course she doesn't. That's just how her life works.

Frog prince? Evidently she gets a dog prince.

And yet, the licking ultimately works, disgusting a remedy though it might be; the deathly coma releases its hold, and slowly she opens her eyes, dazed and disoriented and wondering if she's been transported somehow back to the fire-scorched Land of the Clouds again, only that the humidity in the surrounding air has the curious stink of dog breath.]

...?

[She sees the fur first. Then the nose. And thankfully she doesn't see teeth, or she might've screamed and startled before her senses caught up with her, but as it is —]

Oh — it's you again!

[— she knows this dog.]

Bother, did I...why, whatever am I doing on the ground? Goodness, did I fall?

[reposing]

[hey what the fuck that actually worked

Alucard's tail wags, easily revealing his relief as he whines at her. It's not like he could answer her question in this state, but finds himself glad that she's genuinely okay.

Well. Hopefully she won't find out that the cure was a kiss (she probably will). For now, she seems no worse for wear, despite being on the receiving end of Dog Kiss.]

[savewell]

...And why am I all wet?...?

[THOUGHT I FORGOT ABOUT THAT GLASS OF WATER, DIDJA. Regardless, she pushes herself up a bit, propped on one hand while she squints at the other arm, before absently reaching up to feel at her curls to check if they're damp, too.]

How terribly strange! I recall sitting down for a bit of tea...could I have fallen asleep?

[She smiles, a little sheepishly, at the dog.]

I do hope not. I'd hate to think someone might've seen me looking so foolish as that.

[reposing]

[internal howling. Look he's a dog, it couldn't have been him, don't worry about it.

Definitely no one saw you. Not the whole network or some sad guy named Alucard. Just this wolf. Whatever.

Anyway. He snuffles at her hands, then turns away to go and sit a few feet away. If nothing else, he'll wait until he's certain she's in the clear and actually leaves this place. Please don't drink more tea.]

[savewell]

...My. Did you stay with me while I was unawares, you dear thing?

[Never underestimate Princess Rosella of Daventry's capacity to talk to herself. Or to a dog. Or to just carry on a wholeass conversation when all said dog can really do is look at her and try to will her not to drink any more clearly cursed tea.

Regardless, she gets slowly to her feet, taking each step of the way carefully like she's worried she might have a dizzy spell and fall again.]

You're very kind, to watch over me so. I wonder if you might let me pet you...?

[He did nuzzle at her hands, but...hm. She doesn't quite want to push her luck, either — not because she thinks he's unfriendly, but because her attention might not be welcomed.]

...Well, another time, perhaps. It's funny how I keep running into you! I suppose that's how I know there'll be a third. Good things do come in threes, after all.