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[ukan]

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[atowncalledtreffy]

Trevor settles his arm on his knee to think. This is more his area of expertise, really; finding killers and ways to stop them are what Belmonts do best. Even Dracula seemed an impossible foe up until he wasn't.

....On second thought, knowing he's here, best not to think about him.

"We'd need a magician." He says, after a beat. "One who knows binding spells. And there's the library here. I recognized some of the books there, I could find some that could teach anyone with innate magic abilities. It's good that he's susceptible to mortal attacks, but we've got a few priests here if it turns out he's affected more by holy damage."

And then;

"What's your idea?"

[ukan]

This is already more creativity than Lark is used to hearing; he's nodding slightly in encouragement.

"I'm going to petition the Admiral to make it so that his powers only work when he is genuinely trying to defend another person in need." It needs fine tuning but that's the gist. "The problem is that I don't know if the Admiral will grant it, and I don't want to play my hand and lose an advantage if the request is turned down. So magic might be a good move, if we can keep him from knowing who has cast the spell."

[atowncalledtreffy]

Trevor stares down at his hands, nodding.

"Someone who brings a guy like Sephiroth in here and lets him fantasize about murder isn't someone I'm confident in trusting. Maybe you're right, and this Admiral is somehow able to grant things. In my experience, it's better to find solutions yourself first and use him for a last resort."

Think, Trevor.

Something in his mind triggers and he looks up.

"We could do a morphing spell instead of a binding one. It's - all right, look, when I was a kid, I had some siblings, and one of them threatened to use a binding spell to turn me into a frog if I didn't take a bath by a certain time. It was bullshit but it scared me enough to listen. If we could get - I don't know - the Collins kid, or that little inmate witch to throw enough bullshit Sephiroth's way, we could get together a spell that could turn him into something stupid and harmless if he tries killing someone."

[ukan]

The fact that after so many people have flailed and argued and complained he now has someone interested in finding new ways of handling things is just a bit like stumbling into an oasis when he'd been sure it was just another mirage.

"Yes. That could work," trying not to be too excited, too ready to try it. Before he risks others' lives in this he wants to know the parameters. "Let me talk to Zack first--more information is better than less."

[atowncalledtreffy]

He nods a little, now working out the logistics in his head. Magic, he knows thanks to both Sypha and Alucard, is more about intent and force of will than anything. Sephiroth, he gathered, is old and powerful despite most of his abilities locked away. So it might take a handful of magic users to successfully place a morphing spell on him.

Which is also why, in retrospect, the Belmonts couldn't do the same for Dracula. His will was terrifying; he wondered if there were enough magic-users on earth who could stand his might and weren't already bound to his service.

But here on the Barge there are more options. Trevor's run into more magic in his first weeks than he has most of his life. Even if he can't do it, he knows enough about what's possible to direct others.

Trevor looks up at Lark and nods, serious and oddly calmer now. He's a man in his element.

[ukan]

Trevor Belmont calm and focused is probably a terrifying thing once he has a target, Lark thinks. But this is what he wanted: for Trevor to not feel helpless, for Trevor to not fall into the trap so many others have lately. The most galling thing for Lark about the Barge is when it cripples people's creativity; without it no one grows beyond their old habits.

This will get Trevor seeking other people out, and the more perspectives he hears and shares, the better off everyone is.

"I'll check in with you later. I'm going to go talk with Zack."

[atowncalledtreffy]

"You trust me to stay here and not go out getting killed?" he jokes, turning around on his seat. "I wouldn't trust me to stay here."

[ukan]

"I know how to find you," Lark smirks. It's a small ship but he has a very good nose.

[atowncalledtreffy]

"Hah. Fuck you." It's the equivalent of 'Don't get killed yourself'.

[ukan]

Lark grabs his jacket and motions. "Help yourself to whatever's here, especially if it'll keep you here until I'm done."

[atowncalledtreffy]

Hardly needing much more of an invitation than that, Trevor makes his way to the kitchen. Strange how talking about how doomed they all are makes him hungrier than ever.