Soggy Biscuits

You must be half asleep, fatty. Pay attention, because it wont take long. Allow me to introduce myself before we start, so you'll be able to tell Charon who sent you to him before you cross. Walter C. Dornez, The Angel of Death, Englands top demonologist, and the harbinger of your demise.

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Hellsing Challenge Ten characters [6/10] →Walter C. Dornez

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You're being stalked by Benders

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✗— "YOU!" The young butler hissed out as he bristled, recalling their previous interactions..He was not pleased at the idea of reenacting them. Near death was not a fun thing, even for the angel of it. "What do you want?"

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You're being stalked by Benders

✗— "You've got a lot of bottle to be following the likes of me around..."

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volitivam started following you

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 { † } —; Briefly, the knight was taken aback. What a brat — speaking to her in such a manner. The nerve of this child was reaching peaks she’d thought unimaginable.

“Excuse you?”she stressed with a scowl. “Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing, and you are?”

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✗— Of fuck. One of THOSE kinds of bloody lunatics... Oh this could be fun, though, he thought.

"Of course, Misses Hellsing..." He mockingly drawled as he bowed. "How rude of me." He didn't look like Arthurs typcial fare when it came to hookers, but hey, who was he to judge? He'd went off and told he loved her, Walter was willing to bet. Happened before.

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volitivam started following you

✗— “Can I help you, Miss?” The young boy drawled as he turned to face her. His tone was quite exasperated and as the cigarette hung from his lips he dragged it, with little care in the world.

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  { † } —; A glance was spared, doubled a bit as she peered down at the other. Blue eyes narrowed in disapproval with the tone in which he addressed her. “You’re in my home. Perhaps the question ought to fall from my lips instead.” The words fell, cool and sharp like a blade.

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  ✗— Ohh great, he thought. Another lunatic to deal with. Was she a Vampire? Well she didn't smell like one...Maybe just a mad woman. "Yes, of course...Your house. How bloody inconsiderate of me. And what is your name, exactly?"

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volitivam started following you

✗-- "Can I help you, Miss?" The young boy drawled as he turned to face her. His tone was quite exasperated and as the cigarette hung from his lips he dragged it, with little care in the world.

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✗- Listen up, benders.

✗ IC - yankeefagssuck ✗ OOC - soggybiscuits ✗ Asks - theangelspeaks

On this blog, there will be no:

✗Smut. Though I ship Walter and Alucard, certainly not at this age at least sexually. Mun is 18 but muse is not. ✗Shotacon OR lolicon ✗Insinuations of such ✗Tolerations of such insinuations ✗Soggy Biscuits OR daisy chains

Ships will be:

✗Purely romantic or crushes ✗Mostly familial feelings will be shared here

On this blog, there will be plenty of:

✗Tea ✗Sass ✗Blood ✗Possible gore ✗Cute crush situations on girls? ✗Adorableness ✗Deadliness ✗Scones ✗Cursing ✗Bad language ✗A rude muse ✗Child smoking ✗Slang, probably offensive slang ✗Proper English Nationalism