That should be enough, [ said with a nod. Strange kneels down, a little bit slowly as he's a man in his thirties who doesn't really exercise, before, ] I am Jonathan Strange, by the way.
[ He hovers his hand over the puddle and murmurs a few words under his breath. Something in the room shifts. There's a sense of electricity, like the weather before a storm. But the puddle remains just that. A puddle.
Frowning slightly, Strange mutters something else. That feeling of electricity remains in the room, but the image shifts. In the reflection shows Alucard himself, watching Strange as he casts the magic. The scene is such that it is as if they're looking through the eyes of someone else, an invisible person in the room with them.
Strange might not have been able to find Juste. But the magic is certainly working. ]
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[ He hovers his hand over the puddle and murmurs a few words under his breath. Something in the room shifts. There's a sense of electricity, like the weather before a storm. But the puddle remains just that. A puddle.
Frowning slightly, Strange mutters something else. That feeling of electricity remains in the room, but the image shifts. In the reflection shows Alucard himself, watching Strange as he casts the magic. The scene is such that it is as if they're looking through the eyes of someone else, an invisible person in the room with them.
Strange might not have been able to find Juste. But the magic is certainly working. ]