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– Simone de Beauvoir
SO iM HERE FOR A LITTLE BIT. I guess.
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A drawn and ragged feeling, restlessness. An awful, mottled mixture of bland emotions that were too desaturated. The Heiress had effectively atrophied in this time of “peace.”
She didn’t even feel anticipation in what her mind told her was brewing under the quiet exterior of the world. It had been so long, that the idea of a worth while hunt or fight had extruded all passion from her. The somber tick of time echoed through her great, empty halls, and she wondered if this is why her father was so partial to the bottle, to throwing grand parties. Perhaps this, also, was why her grandfather was so keen on research and torture.
She was obsessed with the hunt. The thrill of it, the satisfaction of a kill. She had even begun considering taking trophies, though decorating her home with pieces of these humanoid beasts would seem tactless and frightening to her cohorts. But perhaps something as simple as a fang, kept intact and displayed would be sufficient. Or maybe these were thoughts born of boredom exhaustion. She knew she couldn’t always hunt. The game tends to migrate, their tendencies change when they know they’re being sought after. Like the game seasons, only they are sporadic and unpredictable. But this off-season had lasted far too long for this hunter, and she found no pleasure in socialization with the aristocratic society that could claim relations with Hellsing, if only because her fathers penchant for popularity. The rich were always far more willing to make donations to a charming smile or disarming wit.
Of course, this meant her funds were far more hard earned, but that also meant they were more sparse. It didn’t matter. She was a hunter, and to ignore her nature and try to be her father in that way would prove far more disastrous, she knew.
She had laughed when the Convention of Twelve had suggested she let her employees work harder and become more of a socialite her self. She laughed now, simply thinking about it.
Cigarillo snubbed in an ash tray, falling discarded next to 4 more. She did have some kind of....Meeting coming up soon. A private one. She did not know with whom or why, but for gods sake at least give her something interesting.
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Tell me, how have things been on your end? Still in need of extra helicopters, or have you gotten better at not destroying them?
“Hunting vampires is dangerous work, for man and machine alike.” The reply was cool, collected, but internally Integra was waging war with her words. Of course it was embarrassing, the way that half the time her helicopters never came back from a mission. As one who was not a field agent, however, part of her did not want to take the blame. Ahh, but she was the leader. The heir of the blame her organizations losses, and wins of course. The bad was always louder than the good, however. “Perhaps you’d like a few days shadowing my operatives? Proof that my expenses aren’t frivolous.” A subtle, but still angry jab.
She is more than just stardust skin and bones meant to please. She is a storm shrouded in ethereal beauty and she will make sure you know.
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that time when Volitivam and I made a thread called 'self service' and put all the posts under readmores and everyone thought it was smut
but all it was, was teggy serving teggy some tea
A tilt of the head was given, and Marietta paused just beyond the study’s doors. Though a smile had ghosted over her lips, it quickly faded and was replaced with mild concern. “Yes, Integra?” The response came with her as she joined the younger blonde.
She stood then, sleepily and approached her. "I can't do this anymore. Not tonight." Came the lazy gesture towards the papers on her desk. Homework. "Can we have tea?"
"Mother..." The girls voice rang out gently as she called for her, knowing she had been walking by the study she sat in.
“Madness and greatness, it could be said. I wonder: have you acquainted us of of yet~?”
"I think you've been long acquainted, Alucard. After all, if it were not for you and Walter, I'd not know how to handle him."
”Especially if they possess a silver tongue and penchant for madness.~ Perhaps not quite like yours, but allow me to say there is contentment in the familiar, the mad…”
"More like silver teeth and a wicked bite. One would do well not to incur his madness, nor mine."
"You sound like you’re describing the Walther PPK, Sir." Okay maybe there’s one bigger her she’ll call Sir or Sir Hellsing outright. It feels silly to do so but it makes sense.
"I just very well might be, little one. I might just have my Makarov twins in favor at the moment, but the Walther is truly something to behold."
"Oho, I’d never guessed that you would be such an inconstant woman. All this time I thought your dearest love was the sword at your side and leather beneath the palm."
"Perhaps then, I have earned the nickname the Iscariot's insist upon granting me..I've many loves, truly. Of all different kinds, but all have common distinction: Silver and a true aim. Truly I am a blessed woman."