[ What, does Alucard seriously think this entire house, maybe even multiple of the houses - hell, most of the town - might be some sort of front? That's a pretty wild guess, although it's also one that's letting Johnny's imagination run wild with theories about how it could or couldn't be plausible...
...All of which is stuff he'd totally be commenting on, if he wasn't concentrating on carrying himself up the stairs with just his arms. This would actually be easier if he was hanging directly from a beam or something to cross a river. Instead, each time he has to drag his lower body up a step, his own body offers up some level of resistance to the idea. He's making progress, and it's pretty fast considering the fact that he's not just hopping up the stairs two at a time, but twenty stairs' worth of space is still taking him a little bit to ninja warrior his way past. ]
Yeah, [ he grinds out when Alucard calls his name. Alucard sounds...paranoid. Maybe he's more injured that he's letting on? Johnny can't imagine a bear trap is being kind to a human leg. ] 'm coming.
[ And he is. Johnny's hands will appear in view first, one reaching left, his weight switching arms, then the other reaching left, moving maybe half a foot at a time, having to hold himself parallel to the banister with sheer strength one-handed while he shifts each hand.
He's breathing a bit heavier, now, but Johnny doesn't complain as he finally has his head in sight of Alucard. He glances over and - yeah, the other guy sure is kneeling on the floor, one leg at an impossible angle that Johnny hopes means it's just disappearing into a false floor and not broken at that point.
As he clears the last bit, Johnny lets go with his forward hand and instead places his palm on the second story floor, leans towards it, and then finally lets go with his far hand and catches himself in a loud heap before he face-plants the floor. ]
...Fuck, [ softly, but with feeling. His legs are still on the stairs. He'll drag himself the rest of the way in a second.
God, he's going to have so many bruises to discover on his legs next time he bathes... ]
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...All of which is stuff he'd totally be commenting on, if he wasn't concentrating on carrying himself up the stairs with just his arms. This would actually be easier if he was hanging directly from a beam or something to cross a river. Instead, each time he has to drag his lower body up a step, his own body offers up some level of resistance to the idea. He's making progress, and it's pretty fast considering the fact that he's not just hopping up the stairs two at a time, but twenty stairs' worth of space is still taking him a little bit to ninja warrior his way past. ]
Yeah, [ he grinds out when Alucard calls his name. Alucard sounds...paranoid. Maybe he's more injured that he's letting on? Johnny can't imagine a bear trap is being kind to a human leg. ] 'm coming.
[ And he is. Johnny's hands will appear in view first, one reaching left, his weight switching arms, then the other reaching left, moving maybe half a foot at a time, having to hold himself parallel to the banister with sheer strength one-handed while he shifts each hand.
He's breathing a bit heavier, now, but Johnny doesn't complain as he finally has his head in sight of Alucard. He glances over and - yeah, the other guy sure is kneeling on the floor, one leg at an impossible angle that Johnny hopes means it's just disappearing into a false floor and not broken at that point.
As he clears the last bit, Johnny lets go with his forward hand and instead places his palm on the second story floor, leans towards it, and then finally lets go with his far hand and catches himself in a loud heap before he face-plants the floor. ]
...Fuck, [ softly, but with feeling. His legs are still on the stairs. He'll drag himself the rest of the way in a second.
God, he's going to have so many bruises to discover on his legs next time he bathes... ]