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[hellsingmaster]

[The device clatters to the desk and switches on just in time to hear Integra's muffled swearing as the thing zaps her. The video sweeps as she picks it up and turns it over; she's in her Marshall apartment and Alucard's coffin is still parked in her living room

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[ksuriuri_san]

[Yes, he did translate all of that. Took a moment, but he's got it down now]

Is it not the norm to try and acclimate? To understand and bring some meaning or order to what is chaos?

Indeed, is it not human nature?

Would they not instead lose themselves in grief, homesickness and madness?

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[hellsingmaster]

I suppose. Even when it avails naught. Such is the ignorance of the human animal.

Per default, perhaps. But it is also human nature to rise up, to overcome such basic instincts and take control of their lives and destinies. To not be herded as mere chattel.

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[ksuriuri_san]

Perhaps. Perhaps not. Humans are also well known for their hope in such dire situations. Some find it to be a rather enchanting aspect.

Ah...

And to take control is to bring order.

To take control of their lives and destinies can mean to take control of the environment around them.

For one thing to happen, another must occur.

And to be at peace with oneself, to be in control of oneself

One must find order in their own world around them. Which indeed would mean acclimating, adjusting, reshaping... and restoring order.

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[hellsingmaster]

This hell is not my home.

I have no intention of making it thus.

[tigress_of_kiev]

If you require more assistance, I am willing to lend my hands.

[hellsingmaster]

Thank you, Asthe. It would be well if I knew at what we were aiming.

[tigress_of_kiev]

When you know of a task, I will be glad to help. I am limited by the sunlight, but that is all.

[hellsingmaster]

[......ohhhh, insert pause here, what is this little fact?]

...I see.

[king_no_life]

For those fools to find placation is what they want, Master.

[Sliding out of his coffin with the sleekest of grace, standing before her desk with lofted questioning brows.]

I have watched one by one as these plebs lose sight of the goal, yet what..

[He snickers lightly.]

Do they matter to us?

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[hellsingmaster]

[A snort.]

Then they are more than welcome to it, Alucard.

[And she gives him her usual stony countenance, obscured only slightly by her cigar smoke.]

Naught, I do believe. As I said earlier, I'll not become complacent and comfortable in this wretched place. We have work, you and I.

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[king_no_life]

So eager to return the to rouse of battle?

[He was on par with her. He wanted it as badly as she, yet couldn't help to nettle her desire to see the bowels of Midian again.]

Do you miss the flames, Master?

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[hellsingmaster]

[Oh, but her first reaction was to slap that insolent smirk right off of his face. She should, or lock him back in his coffin again. But having him there was a moot point by now, and she was getting a touch perturbed at being here, damnit.

But, rather than lash him for such impertinence, Integra just leaned back in her chair, laced her fingers over her abdomen and adopted a rather casual slounge in her large chair.

Giving her pet a small eyebrow arch, she replied with a question of her own.]

...and what if I do, servant?

[cozmic_travel]

If it is this places destiny to become complacent...

[voice]

[pagesniffer]

Is giving up not a form of acceptance? If you are accepting the way this place is presented to you, that is your prerogative.

That progress in one goal should exclude that in another is an artificial boundary.

[Voice]

[hellsingmaster]

I've no intention of "adjusting". Indeed, I've no intention of being here much longer at all.

[voice]

[pagesniffer]

You already are, whether you like it or not. All that remains to be seen is whether your adjustment is advantageous to your goals.

--And yet you have been here three months. What has changed?