[ITS COMMENT LOG TIME]hellsingpapaApril 21 2010, 02:29:53 UTC
Arthur is just sprinting down the sidewalk from the high school towards the Marshall apartments.
After seeing Walter, the most sane of them all, trying to cut himself into ribbons the Hellsing Patriarch doesn't know what to think anyone. He needed to get there fast before the old man did anymore damage.
To cut the time he decided to cut through the grave yard, which was probably the worst idea he has had all night.
"...What the cuss?" He paused for a moment, finally coming to a spot a few yards away from the Regenerator, only now it isn't the Scottish priest that he sees, but his father.
It seems that the ghosts are continuing to mess with his mind.
Popping knuckles and bone realigning retreat from the facing of the rock, and the Paladin turns swiftly at the sound, teeth flashing into that horrible grin.
Pupils contract to mere pinpricks the instant shining lenses catch sight of Hellsing's Patriarch, a flickering cloud thicker than a smoke screen drawing across his vision to hide the true appearance of man and replace with the visage of his late successor.
"Babylon...Sae ye've coom after all. Dinna think ye'd be sae foolish as tae show yer face 'ere."
A shifting gait, and he begins to shuffle towards the other with sinister intent, blinded by whatever illusions beckoned him into thinking that Arthur was in fact the Master of Monster known none other as the Iron Maiden.
"..Leave ye...? Ye ken when thaes began where the stones were bein' cast, Jezebel."
A quiet snerk when his silhouette casts the other in completely in shadow, broad torso bending enough to meet Hellsing Senior eye to eye.
"O ho ho ho ho! Feech..Strong words fer ae Protestant wench."
Hot breath expelled from the furnace of his bronzed lips ghosts Arthur's strong cheekbones, and a crazed look comes over him, teeth gnashing. Feet move forward to regain what was lost, fingers outstretched to catch the other roughly by the wrist and use the momentum of his limb to swing him around and shove the Englishman up against the granite monument until his feet dangle off the ground.
"Provoke mae agaen, ahn ah'll break ye tae pieces. Now. Director...Tell mae where 'e es."
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After seeing Walter, the most sane of them all, trying to cut himself into ribbons the Hellsing Patriarch doesn't know what to think anyone. He needed to get there fast before the old man did anymore damage.
To cut the time he decided to cut through the grave yard, which was probably the worst idea he has had all night.
"...What the cuss?" He paused for a moment, finally coming to a spot a few yards away from the Regenerator, only now it isn't the Scottish priest that he sees, but his father.
It seems that the ghosts are continuing to mess with his mind.
"Will you not just leave me!?"
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Popping knuckles and bone realigning retreat from the facing of the rock, and the Paladin turns swiftly at the sound, teeth flashing into that horrible grin.
Pupils contract to mere pinpricks the instant shining lenses catch sight of Hellsing's Patriarch, a flickering cloud thicker than a smoke screen drawing across his vision to hide the true appearance of man and replace with the visage of his late successor.
"Babylon...Sae ye've coom after all. Dinna think ye'd be sae foolish as tae show yer face 'ere."
A shifting gait, and he begins to shuffle towards the other with sinister intent, blinded by whatever illusions beckoned him into thinking that Arthur was in fact the Master of Monster known none other as the Iron Maiden.
"..Leave ye...? Ye ken when thaes began where the stones were bein' cast, Jezebel."
A quiet snerk when his silhouette casts the other in completely in shadow, broad torso bending enough to meet Hellsing Senior eye to eye.
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What in the world was he talking about?
Arthur did his best to stand as tall as he could, and he was by no means a short man, but with this man he seemed so small in his shadow.
"If anyone had been casting stones, it's you." His bright blue eyes narrowed as he took a step back.
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Hot breath expelled from the furnace of his bronzed lips ghosts Arthur's strong cheekbones, and a crazed look comes over him, teeth gnashing. Feet move forward to regain what was lost, fingers outstretched to catch the other roughly by the wrist and use the momentum of his limb to swing him around and shove the Englishman up against the granite monument until his feet dangle off the ground.
"Provoke mae agaen, ahn ah'll break ye tae pieces. Now. Director...Tell mae where 'e es."
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