Note: I'm on hiatus! "My name is Walter Dornez, butler to the Hellsing family and former master vampire hunter." Ah, how can I be of service to you? Do forgive if I'm not as quick to reply as I might have been years ago, I'm afraid I'm not as spry as I used to be. --M!A:--Walter: NONEYoung Walter: NONEDark Walter: NONE (current RP with one of the Integras not withstanding) [[Indie RP blog for Walter C. Dornez from Hellsing, spanning all the ages (old Walter is default) per request. If you want my Skype, you must send me an ask and when I give it to you, you absolutely have to tell me who you are.]]
Hey Walter, what was Integra's favorite type of tea as a child?
"I do believe it depended on the time of day. At night she was rather fond of sweeter teas and in the morning the more bitter ones to wake her. Either way, she does quite like Ceylon Teas. Unless her mood has abruptly shifted."
He wasn’t the first young man she found herself in the company in. Once upon a time, a lifetime ago she’d been given someone. She pondered over the idea if Hagi would have carried her wherever she wished if given the chance. The grip around his neck relaxed as she kept her eyes on the ground before them.
“I’m always surrounded by men,” tall man in suits. Tall men with stony faces and cold eyes that focused solely upon her mission. She didn’t resent them yet none of them treated her as a lady. She’d grown up as nobility and thrives among sweet words and kindness yet when with the Red Shield she received brusque answers and cool glances.
After all in their eyes she was nothing more than a means to an end. A weapon forged from fire and rage. Was that all she was? When had Saya ceased being a girl? When did she relinquish her emotions and feelings? Never, she bit down on her lower lip and realized for the first time in ages he’d been the first to give her back something which ahd once been lost. He treated her like a girl. “But, it’s rare for me to meet a gentleman in this day and age,” she ceded with a soft smile. “I’m usually working too,” she held back a sigh. “I’m not working now though and you’re not either, so you’ll have to spend your time with me,” the statement border lined an order. He’d made his own decision to be with her though so she supposed he was stuck with it.
"That's a shame. Sadly, I'm not quite a gentleman. Still a bit too rambunctious." He leaned his head in for a mere moment, a conspiratorial whisper seeming to come out. "Don't tell anyone, but I'm able to be one if I try." With a wink he pulled back, almost too smug, really. Maybe one day he'd be less like this. He highly doubted it though. Where would the fun be in that? He'd get awfully bored.
And, according to most people, him being bored was a Very Bad Idea. He wasn't sure why. He made weapons then, his best! And cleaned. Honestly, people were just odd.
Never mind that, he grinned wider as he moved up the beach. "Guess that means you'll just have to make do with me, hm?" Walter chortled as he thought about where to set her down. Somewhere with some nice and soft sand, maybe. Or he could take her up to the sidewalk. Honestly, this was more difficult than he liked. "So where do I set you down?"
He’d grown so splendidly, she decided as she kept close to his side. Far different from that person she met on the beach, he wasn’t even the same person. She spied glimpses of him, she saw the boy she met but now he was a man. An aged man with lines of worry and wisdom on his face. She looked the same—was she the same? Not at all. Sometimes she believed she was the same girl from the Zoo and other times she appeared to be completely changed.
“I’m sorry,” she apologized in a calm manner. “I’d rather, I’d rather liked to have been here,” she slept. She slept and the world went on and everything changed. “If I could, I’d like to see them. Firearms have never been my expertise, I’m way more comfortable with cold steel,” she’d been around swords her entire life.
She was sorry? That was odd. She had nothing to be sorry for, really. He did, actually. Being such a selfish man wanting to keep her all to himself. It didn't matter anymore, however, he could handle it. And here she was, as lovely as ever and as kind as he remembered.
"You've nothing to be sorry for. Things like this happen and we must accept it." He smiled down at her, holding open the door to his room for her. He'd not even realized they'd reached it, it was an automatic movement. "In any case, I'd be happy to share them with you after I give you those letters. I'm rather proud of them, the Casull and Jackal most of all though I am rather fond of the Harkonnen."
A pause, brief as could be while he stepped into the room.
"I've never been very good at fashioning bladed things. They never seem to quite turn out right...." From there he trailed off, humming under his breath. Maybe he wasn't thinking of it in the parts he needed to? Well, it didn't matter.
I want you to send the most painful fucking thing you can think of for my muse into the ask box, anon or not. I want you to completely and utterly break them. Try it.
So many years apart from his Friend, his first Friend (though Alucard was dear, he didn't count... ever), and he could do naught more than press a kiss to her forehead. So she'd slept, so far as he knew, and he'd worried needlessly that she'd forgotten him. Why would that happen? He pulled back, smiling as wide as he could and held out his hand for her to take if she pleased.
"If you like, I can prepare tea for us to share." For she deserved at least that from him, if not more. A more selfish part of him was insistent that he should be angry over her disappearance. That he should have been notified. But he couldn't help the happiness from seeing her again. She'd been gone and there had been nothing he could do to help her.
"And perhaps a snack as well."
The back of the hand (Respect/Love):
Now they were working together. A good thing, something he'd missed for a very long time. This knowing he could trust this person at his back. It made him happy, that. More happy than most things did. About as happy as making a new weapon. She was a brilliant creature.
"Hello." A bow to her fellows, though he made a rather rude gesture somewhere behind his back and a ruder comment under his breath. He holds affection for Saya, not them, and therefore he didn't care about what they thought. That in mind, he bowed to her as well, lifting her hand to kiss her knuckles. With his mouth pressed to the back of her hand, he grinned.
"Miss Saya, are you ready to hunt some Trash?"
The palm of the hand (Begging/Entreaty):
His wires had caught her in her pose, a sad smile on his face as he watched her try to shift. "Please don't fight the wires, dear Miss Saya. Just hear me out." His mouth pressed directly to her palm, firm and sure. Eyes taking in her form, he pulled back and released her.
A last request, a final chance to beg for something, anything. Forgiveness? No, who needed forgiveness? He wasn't worthy of hers. If he could not ask for Sir Integra's or Miss Victoria's or even Alucard's then he certainly couldn't ask for hers. His sad smile changed into a wry grin. He needed to goad her, make her fight without restraint.
She needed to kill him.
"I have a request, dear Miss Saya. Do not hold back. And when you cut me down, remember that I'm merely a Dog now. Put me down as you must with your righteous blade."
He finds the panty, stealing a few pieces of bread and eating them as he made his way to the rest of the mansion. The soldiers, trained as they were, are easy to avoid when he had supernatural powers such as his. A few turns here and there, and he finds himself… in front of the basement entrance. Where the strongest power is. He cocks his head a bit, debating within himself if he should enter the entrance to hell. “Should…I?”
Walter followed where his mind led him, more curious than anything. Nothing dangerous, though it could be, but it was more interesting than not. Perhaps a street kid? He knew that they could get in sometimes. That in mind, he made his way through the house, curious of where the intruder was. The kitchens? Or the stores? He would have to guess. A hum, feet taking him to the kitchens. He could get to the pantries through there anyway.
"Hm... I wonder." His eyes were drawn to the open doors, frown in place. Maybe it really was a street kid? The homeless could get daring after all.
Do you dream of me in your far Future? Do you remember me or am I a mere phantom in your endless dance?
Does my existence matter?
I have come to miss you these past years. I have come to wish for you to return. And how selfish of me is it that I wish to keep you to me?
Are you still fond of me? Do you find me to still be your Friend?
You are gone and so is he. And what do I do but wait for the return of you both? Shall I give you a war? Or a peace? What do I give to a person who has the world at their beck and call? What do I, a Monster, give to a Human? What do I do? When I ask that... when I ask if you dream of me in your far Future... know that I am saying that I....
I miss you.
I drew a thing while thinking of Saya and Walter. And so here it is.
The Hellsing grounds have never felt so unwelcoming before. Seals were stuck in place to prevent the true supernatural from causing havok with their supernatural powers. And the second he managed to enter from kicking down a small portion of the back wall, he finds himself stuck as a child. He best make sure to thread lightly in here. For he only has his wits to fend for himself.
It took all of a few moments for Walter to realize something was amiss. What was amiss, he wouldn't know without looking but there was still something wrong. It was with that in mind and with the firm knowledge of his wires staying within his gloves that sent him down the steps and to the grounds. What could possibly be happening? Honestly, it seemed... improbable that something might strike. With all the wards, there was little that could strike. And what could tended not to. A threat of death was, well, off-putting to say the least.
Which is why he was wondering over what could possibly be making his skin crawl at an intrusion. Fingers curling, he scanned the yard, moving along to another piece as he moved. Best to find what had caused his unease. It was then that he saw it, the hole in the wall. Wonderful. Now, what caused it?
"Privacy huh?" she inquired. had he been a younger man she would have expected him to make a quip. She remembered the lewd young man that had existed back then. Saya grinned up at him.
He was so changed. Yet she couldn’t help but enjoy it. She decided he had grown into a splendid man. She wondered how often he still fought. he wasn’t as spry as he used to be. Did he still fight? She realized it’d been a rather long time since she’d sparred. Maybe she could ask him after they finished their business.
"You make weapons too?" she asked. Saya grinned, "You’ve done a lot while I’ve slept."
"Yes, well, many of my coworkers assumed that as a butler that was all I did... for a time. And then they realized my duty was far more than theirs. And they were quite worried over Alucard's appearing in my room at will." He chuckled at the thought. Many had been scared of his partner and then, eventually, of him. It was fine, it let him be.
He caught her look for a moment and smiled widely. She was much the same. Sweet as before and kind as ever. She seemed more sure of herself now though, almost like she'd matured far more than he had.
"Oh yes. I've made many, actually. And I design the Hellsing arms. It's a bit of work for an old dog like me to still be on the field in a way. Though..." He grimaced briefly. "I do believe modifying a tank's gun into an anti-tank rifle could have gone better. Perhaps Miss Victoria will appreciate a second Harkonnen Cannon?" He made a 'hm' noise and shrugged. Maybe.
Saya released a squeak. She wasn’t often man handled—by friends at least. She was knocked around plenty of times by chiropterans and chevalier but not by humans. Not yet anyway. Upon being picked up she instinctively wrapped an arm around his neck and clutched onto the front of his shirt with her other hand.
"Hey!" she grinned. That was no way to handle an old lady after all. Funny to think she only looked to be about a few years older than him but she was going to be one hundred and twelve soon. She beamed and listened.
"Breakfast sounds great!" that was the most important meal of the day after all. Besides, she could always handle a long day like shopping as well. She didn’t want to think about dinner. About their inevitable separation. “Are you going to carry me all the way there?”
"As much as I would like to, I doubt I could quite get away with it." He chuckled, grin spreading over his face. That and if there needed to be a dispute settled he might get into trouble if he had to fling her up. Not from the trouble but rather from Arthur. Something about treating women right and all that.
"But along the beach? That I can do." He carefully stepped over an exposed shell, a wink directed at her being enough to possible distract him. Didn't want to score up his feet for being graceless. The teasing from Alucard would be horrendous if he did. And now everything was veering back into that territory. He let out an amused huff. "I think my boss is going to tease me relentlessly when I get back. I never spend time with ladies, you see. Too busy working."
♕ –⊱ “It's been some time,” that's how it always was though. She couldn't help but always feel elated whenever he returned.
"Miss... Saya? My, it has been some time, hasn't it? It's very good to see you again. My apologies for my absence, things have been busy as of late." He bowed, briefly, smile coming to his face as he shifted to face her. It was always good to see her, always nice to see her well.
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