♠ 008
[[Recorded Personal Journal. Off Network]]
[Click]
Monday. Sixth of July.
I am growing restless. [Flick of her lighter] I don't like this self-imposed exile; every day I'm growing more agitated like a caged animal yearning to gnaw at the bars that hold me. There are no bars except my conscience and concerns about my self-restrain amongst the living. Vampire or living, I am human and English, I have a dignity to keep with my image; one that cannot be sullied by careless misjudgements.
[Puffs of her cigar]
I am Sir Integral Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing. No. The Countess. A No Life King as well. I have shed my metaphorical wings since the night I died. They are itching to fly.
Tonight, I shall venture into the underground. I must see myself this "Raven" locale that Alucard has inherited. It ill-suit is considerably, although I take responsibility for the security of the patrons within. If a monster enters in the guise of heartbeat or lack thereof, we should deal with them.
[Round of footsteps. Pacing.]
Hunter I was in life, predator I continue to be. That hasn't changed. However, I first must know the crippling limits and the full strengths. Weakness found... interesting enough hasn't been the divine holy water. The profane, on the other hand...
Perhaps I shall see if Alucard shares this weakness with me. What transpired in the moment he ripped the sacred Nail of Elena from Anderson's chest? Was he absolved by the Lord he had abandoned ages ago? The mystery of my essence is the same mystery of his. We share the same flesh and the same blood. Regenerating is less growing new skin and bones and rather ignoring the damage was done in first place. If Seras Victoria returned, I could use her input, for she became a Draculina long before Alucard's late homecoming.
[Light chuckle]
Foolishness. I'm talking nonsense and moving out of topic. Subject of the day: Underworld incursion. To do that I must travel into the City... Unless.
I am everywhere and nowhere.
[/Click]
That was an obnoxious lot. How often do that bloody mass of idiots come to bother us? I don't know how they were able to trespass our security, however I would see that wouldn't repeat itself. Whatever they were, I don't take kindly invaders to my solitude.
At the very least, the City doesn't smell to burning Nazi monsters anymore. Good riddance, Major, always fated to a pathetic, futile end.
Garak. I am going out tonight and you are in charge of the household during my absence. The Count would surely follow me close by.
[[Cassandra Ainsworth, Rachel Dawes, Alucard]]
Ainsworth. I ignore if Alucard has given you any commands, but as the manager of The Raven ridiculous name, your tasks would be administrative with the staff with a heartbeat: rearrange, make events, hire at your discretion. Alucard can take care of the security without problem. Everywhere and nowhere, aren't we, bloody git? For the sake of regulations, take surveys about the effects of the vampire bite and blood sucking of each of the costumers.
Miss Dawes, if you are still interested in my proposal, speak to Miss Ainsworth to take care of the most formal paperwork office and legal procedures.
(ooc; Integra's finally leaving the organisation and going to the underground, if anyone wants to action, be my guess).
[Click]
Monday. Sixth of July.
I am growing restless. [Flick of her lighter] I don't like this self-imposed exile; every day I'm growing more agitated like a caged animal yearning to gnaw at the bars that hold me. There are no bars except my conscience and concerns about my self-restrain amongst the living. Vampire or living, I am human and English, I have a dignity to keep with my image; one that cannot be sullied by careless misjudgements.
[Puffs of her cigar]
I am Sir Integral Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing. No. The Countess. A No Life King as well. I have shed my metaphorical wings since the night I died. They are itching to fly.
Tonight, I shall venture into the underground. I must see myself this "Raven" locale that Alucard has inherited. It ill-suit is considerably, although I take responsibility for the security of the patrons within. If a monster enters in the guise of heartbeat or lack thereof, we should deal with them.
[Round of footsteps. Pacing.]
Hunter I was in life, predator I continue to be. That hasn't changed. However, I first must know the crippling limits and the full strengths. Weakness found... interesting enough hasn't been the divine holy water. The profane, on the other hand...
Perhaps I shall see if Alucard shares this weakness with me. What transpired in the moment he ripped the sacred Nail of Elena from Anderson's chest? Was he absolved by the Lord he had abandoned ages ago? The mystery of my essence is the same mystery of his. We share the same flesh and the same blood. Regenerating is less growing new skin and bones and rather ignoring the damage was done in first place. If Seras Victoria returned, I could use her input, for she became a Draculina long before Alucard's late homecoming.
[Light chuckle]
Foolishness. I'm talking nonsense and moving out of topic. Subject of the day: Underworld incursion. To do that I must travel into the City... Unless.
I am everywhere and nowhere.
[/Click]
That was an obnoxious lot. How often do that bloody mass of idiots come to bother us? I don't know how they were able to trespass our security, however I would see that wouldn't repeat itself. Whatever they were, I don't take kindly invaders to my solitude.
At the very least, the City doesn't smell to burning Nazi monsters anymore. Good riddance, Major, always fated to a pathetic, futile end.
Garak. I am going out tonight and you are in charge of the household during my absence. The Count would surely follow me close by.
[[Cassandra Ainsworth, Rachel Dawes, Alucard]]
Ainsworth. I ignore if Alucard has given you any commands, but as the manager of The Raven ridiculous name, your tasks would be administrative with the staff with a heartbeat: rearrange, make events, hire at your discretion. Alucard can take care of the security without problem. Everywhere and nowhere, aren't we, bloody git? For the sake of regulations, take surveys about the effects of the vampire bite and blood sucking of each of the costumers.
Miss Dawes, if you are still interested in my proposal, speak to Miss Ainsworth to take care of the most formal paperwork office and legal procedures.
(ooc; Integra's finally leaving the organisation and going to the underground, if anyone wants to action, be my guess).