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( ✉ → sms ) should i get pizza or chicken wings for dinner?
[ text @ other sis ]: Is a heart attack too pedestrian for ye?
‘ hey girl. you want some tail ? ’
“We’re getting more dogs, Sir?…~!” The thought of having more canines on the grounds forces was exciting to the Draculina. She loved force dogs - her first experience with them having been back when she was an officer with the Police..
EYYY HAPPY BIRTHDAY! :D
Seras-mun: Michi!!! Thank youu!~
hellsing rp
Amelia grunted as she fell onto the ground her leg aching . She had managed to lose those religious freaks. She hissed clutching at her leg with a soft curse they must of had silver bullets
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IT LOOKS SO GOOD THOUGH! I’M TOTES JELLY!
THANK YOU!!! AAAA
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"Master?" Seras' voice echoed softly through the door to Sir Integra's office space before two swift knocks followed, and she politely opened the door ajar. "Is there anythin' you need of me b'fore I head to bed..?" Though it was only midnight, the Draculina had been working daylight hours on the regular, lately. Training with the soldiers and ensuring they were up to Hellsing's very high corporal standards. Re-tuning her body to a diurnal schedule and keeping her energy in the daylight certainly warranted good sleep and proper nutrition - by vampire standards, anyway.
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London, England, 7:30 PM.
A masked ball was taking place at Buckingham Palace, and it was for the celebration of the birthdays of some of the Royal family members.
One of them happened to have ties with Delta Red, and his name was Winston Pierce. For some time, he was able to leak information from Shadaloo through a few traitorous soldiers. After Bison ordered them to be eliminated, he sent Vega to England to deal with Pierce in order to cease the spread of information, lest it falls into the hands of Delta Red and Scotland Yard. Bison’s patience was beginning to wear thin, as he was readying plans for specific types of weaponry to be developed. He cannot allow them to be stopped.
Within the ballroom of the lavish palace, many guests - most of whom were obviously upper-class - were mingling with each other and partaking in various appetizers and cocktails. Live music was also being played by a small orchestra, adding class to the already luxurious atmosphere.
Vega was among the guests - he had to disguise himself, however, as infiltrating the ball was not a simple task. Assuming the fake identity of Juan Perez, he also had to wear green contacts and style his hair into a slicked ponytail instead of his usual braid. Clad in an elegant dress shirt and black dress pants with black dress shoes, he also wore an ornate silver Venetian mask. He had to seek out Pierce, as he had to eliminate him as soon as possible.
As he strode towards the center of the ballroom, he passed by a blonde woman wearing round glasses. She smelled faintly of tobacco, but it wasn’t harsh. Rather, it was oddly pleasant. She also seemed to be quite beautiful, but as of now, he had to get Pierce.