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 Posted: Tue Jul 03, 2007 11:18 pm
It had been a few months. Thing within the Hellsing manor hadn't changed drastically...No that would be to much like the twilight zone. Infact, it was still the same good ol' hell.. From the addition of Anderson (there was no other option, after his slayings of the gaurds it quite literally would have been a blood bath. He had to earn his keep, although nothing he could do would make up for the lives... Who the hell knew? He was hear all the same, whether the paladin liked it or not).
Xavier still had his complications when it came right down to being a vampire. He didn't deny that, what he did deny was breaking down and giving into his true side. He still operated in much the same fashion, but instead of whining...he tried to shut that much up. It wasn't like he enjoyed complaining, nor did he like annoying those around him. It had to be weird, a vampire who really did act like he was a small child instead of an immortal.
To be honest, it was a long story. The so called baby sitter still tried to look after the twins, but had horrible luck (no suprise) That didn't mean he hadn't given in..hell maybe that just fueled the fire? Nah, he wasn't bright enough. It was what he was told to do, and he'd be damned if he went against orders. He didn't want to answer to Gracie, Intergra...or anyone who could kick his a** for that matter. So he tried to behave himself and not look like a complete moron in the proccess for doing so.
It was nearly yet another 4th of july. And what ever did this mean for the Hellsing Manor? Why silly you, explosions, blood...alot of burnt fingers and some really pissed off adults.
Another addition to the Hellsing Manor was an in part vampiric young male named Dio. While more a cross between a demon/fox the energetic..and sometimes manic uke liked it here. He'd found a friend in Xavier, even though it was a realtivly new one, and one Xavier still had no flying hell of an idea what he'd gotten himself into. Sure the kid was nice.. but.. Ah well.
Xavier had found himself a place underneath a heavily leaved tree. A mischious smirk was twitching at his lips. He had a bottle rocket tucked behind his back..kind of like a concealed weapon, and a lighter in his pocket. He adore the holiday. Sure it didn't mean a damn, he lived in Britian for hells sake, but it gave him an exscuse to pack around "explosives" that wernt just his pistol. He scanned what he could see of the manor grounds. One body gaurd on duty at that post...3 over there... hmm. He tilted his head upwards when he heard a rustling of a tree branch.
Dio smiled down at him, the contrast of a smile on the usaully frowning far off look mad Xavier realize Dio didn't smile much, even less than he did. Looking back out across at the lone on post gaurd he double checked that his mother or father for that matter..or anyone who would have his a** for having a damned bottle rocket on Hellsing grounds..and reached into his pocket for his lighter.
Dio scoffed at him. "Don't you dare." He rocked slightly on the branch.
Xavier laughed softly. "I'm not shooting him.. I'm going to go light this off in the woods. I just got to look like I'm not up to something." He stuck his tounge out. "Now shh, we're going to move quickly... If some one sees me we're screwed." He shook his head knowing this had to be suicide as they slipped off grounds.
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Posted: Wed Jul 04, 2007 12:58 am
A pair of glasses tinted in the moonlight as a puff of smoke was exhaled from a rather large cigar. It was a holiday for the Americans to enjoy despite the dire need of order the Hellsing organization had to have in order for the British to stay safe. Fireworks were the least of his worries, but something he had zero tolerance for on HIS grounds. Biting down on the cigar, a low growl slowly echoed through the room as the owner of those teeth tried to recap just what the hell had happened in his home throughout the past few months. Hell. About as much hell as his home could occupy in fact. A snob of a Catholic was pawing through his food supplies, liquor, and home. While his efforts to trick the fool into gaining trust in another fool was successful, he regretted it fully now.
The two little vampiric brats that his servant dared let loose upon the world were up to no good he supposed .. as usual. They had a knack for getting either in the way on on his nerves when not properly watched. What else? ... Oh yes, two MORE brats found their way into his domain. They were the offspring of people he did business with .. breaking their trust and shooting the bloody hell out of the people seemed to be a bit drastic. Sadly, it seemed as if they fit with his unholy servants in the end.
It was an odd past few months for the Manor. As ultimate revenge for his stress, Alucard was caught and bound to the target range for a round of "Late night shooting" Other than that, the Count kept his daily routine in tact. Ripping Ghouls to shreds, mocking evil overlords along with their various armies, training his servant, and so on. Seras took on the role of training the new, hired mercenaries that were to replace the one's Anderson ending up impaling. Walter.. stayed in his usual position. As a shoulder for Integral to lean on and a personal maid .. he also made quite an event for the new Hellsing members with merely a string of Dental Floss.
Letting out another puff of smoke, Integra could not help but grin. What lecture would the knights dare give him this time? Between his servant and his servants servants, this was becoming a complicated affair indeed.
Somewhere in the mansion a couple of hell's spawns were starting trouble.. with much glee in fact. A few grenades stuffed in a top hat, and some fireworks stuffed in a coat pocket, one could only guess that this would not be a particularly quiet night in the end. Gabriel has taken interest in the demon that was occupying his home. Despite the fact he normally kept to himself, this demon was interesting. It enjoyed pain about as much as he enjoyed to cause it. He was also a bit off ... perhaps it was the start of something that should be forbidden in this home.
Slinking outside, the two mischief makers stayed close to the shadows, slinking right past the guards. There was one guard though who didn't seem too happy to be outside. Clasping his cig, he pulled off his hat and let out a deep sigh. "Damn guard duty ... how did my men come to this?"
Igoring the mortals sigh with little pity, the two made their way to where they knew two ignorant acquaintances would be hiding.
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Posted: Wed Jul 04, 2007 1:44 am
Dio eye'd the large rocket nervously, he wasn't so sure about this. He knew Xavier had a hell of alot more on him..other things that exploded and made loud noises. His eyes shifted around the thickly wood area around them, suddenly imagining the entire place going up in flames...That wouldn't be good.. He went to grab for Xaviers arm to slow him down, but it didn't do any good. The uneasy feeling passed and he actually smiled. No no... Things were fine. He giggled slightly then quickly regretted it.
Xavier looked at the other and blinked. He'd heard the unanouced giggle and it had startled him enough to literally trip. He cursed under his breathe and grumbled pissed. His knee was bleeding and he'd managed to shred the knee of his err..police uniform? Shaking his head he rose to his feet. Gods, that had to be pathetic. A vampire crying out in pain? He had no chance. Eying the forest around them suspiciously like something would crawl out of it magickly he tossed Dio his travel bag.
Dio caught it on reflect and poked at it curiously. His nose had curled from the scent of blood. His placid face seemed a bit to wild as he stared at his friend. He was trying to keep himself under control..But truth me told...the other did smell good.. No he was a friend... But he would taste good. A voice in his mind hissed low and threatingly. He whinced, he knew THAT voice. Growling his eyes narrowed but the feeling passed and he was bad to his timid smile just like a light switch had been thrown.
Xavier winched once more as he exsamined his injured knee. It wouldn't heal prenatural fast, he hadn't fed in nearly 2 days, instead it was bleeding freely. Choosing to exnore it he rose to his feet and disided he could walk even with the pain. Damnit this was pathetic... He could tell he wouldn't move as fast, and he wanted to make it to the "spot" before to much longer.
The palidin in quest was infact actually not raiding s**t out of the kitchen as he was acustomed to. He was scanning threw his bible, and making his way down to said shooting range. Why? He sure as hell wasn't up for using a gun, nah. The scottish catholic was curious to see if a certain count was about. He hated the stupid vile b*****d...But bah, there wasn't much to do at the moment. He could hear bullets being shot. Smirking as he closed his travel bible he steped into the range without sound beyond the tapping of his boots against the hard floor surface.
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