♠ 16

[hiscountess]

Hm. If I only had the power to shut the Network down during these bloody curses.

Carrying on important matters, Rip van Winkle was stopped. If you wish to continue the investigation about the murders, be my guest, however the Royal Order of Protestant Knights shall not continue with this. Our target was the Lieutenant and nobody else.

Her

Comments

/comes by in the appearence you recognize, just to be naisu

[deathbutler]

Oh, goodness, oh, gracious~

/she just takes a while to recognize him from meg's memories

[hiscountess]

You used to work for us, didn't you?

[deathbutler]

You remember!

[hiscountess]

Our dialogues were recorded in my old account.

[And she knows what Megumi knows]

[absinthe_eyed]

What is being done with Rip van Winkle?

[hiscountess]

She wasn't killed this time if that's your concern.

Private // Unhackable

[absinthe_eyed]

I'm not concerned about her welfare. I only want to know what is being done with her.

The man who commented before me... Grell. He used to work for you?

Private // Unhackable

[hiscountess]

She's being disciplined like the naughty child she has been.

Grell? That man's name is Bastien Michalis as far as I have logged in my old records. He used to work for us as a butler before he went missing.

Private

[thebearjew]

We talked once during that war curse.

You're Integra Hellsing, right?

Private

[hiscountess]

I remember that.

Yes, I am. Sir Integral Faibrook Wingates Hellsing.

Private

[thebearjew]

Wow, that's a long one.

I've been told we're in the same business.

Private

[hiscountess]

Are we? Are you a Royal Protestant Knight? Or do you mean taking care of Nazi filth?

[action]

[der_freischuetz]

[Rip does try to pay attention to what is happening to her and yet it's oh so difficult. No shivering, no sobbing, now there's just exhaustion. So much in just four days, too much for her.]

[action]

[hiscountess]

[Integra admires the Hellsing emblem, painted on her own enemy's blood, on the walls of the basement. There's absolutely no joy in her expression, just a dull obligation of that had to be done for this woman had at least one reminder of behaviour.

She drops a blood bag in the ground, eyes clouded by the smoke of her cigar.]

Your last dinner with us.

[action]

[der_freischuetz]

[Dinner, ohyes. She needs it now, needs to drink-- her hands fumble on the ground, until she gets hold of the blood bag.

Did she say last, did she really say--]

...last?

[action]

[hiscountess]

Drink it all, it could be your last supper.

[She limits to tell her with an icy cold voice.]

same filter;

[discessum]

Did you manage to extract any useful information out of her?

same filter;

[hiscountess]

Hm. I am satisfied with the results of our research, I deliver her to your hands for your personal investigation.

As you would keep her, I forewarn you that neither sunlight nor religious items would stop her if she escapes. The latter are only effective if they have a special holy powers in its wielder or in the blessed relic. Try silver and explosive firearms, instead.

same filter;

[hercount]

Or he can tell her that the eyes in the shadows are always waiting . . .

same filter;

[hiscountess]

Indeed. "Samiel is watching you" should have a convincing effect.