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sirenspull_logs2012-02-05 08:33 pm
master_helsing) wrote in sirenspull_logs2012-02-05 08:33 pm
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The first of the household meets the last; Old and New
Who: master_helsing, bloodthirsts, psyd_seward, untamable_angel
When: After Seras's introduction, before sirens.
Where: Tower Apartments to Winthers Lake Manor; Stoker Household
Summary: Van Helsing greets the newest member of his Hellsing Organization and introduces her to the roots of the Hellsing family.
Warnings: None
Abraham van Helsing wrung the leathery straps of his carriage reigns as he recalled that scripture. For the feeling he was experiencing did indeed seem new to him, yet the burning sensation at the mouth of his blood-line reminded him that it was truly old as time. Old as the monster he had slain long ago, but whose scent felt new and unpolluted like blood freshly spilled. Metallic, cloying, nauseating.
It had almost startled him the moment he felt it. The sting of his blood and the scorching sensation of the seals he had wrapped around that creature long gone from here. Van Helsing had steeled himself, awaiting for his fated rival, no, his slave to rear his hideous skull and let his shadow splatter at the vampire hunter's feet. He had waited and waited, sending his thoughts through the braided seals to find his beastly chattel... but not an answer came.
Nothing. Nothing but the words of a young and sprightly girl upon the Network. Who was this young lady? This Seras Victoria. This girl who caused the binding sigils, his pact with the dark arts, to flicker with life. Outwardly she seemed a bright ray in a dark night, if not a tad naive. Ah, but how deceptive the Network allowed one to be.
Van Helsing would see her face to face and pass judgement with eyes keen and unveiling as that of an omnipotent god.
From afar the sound of iron hooves against concrete clicked and clacked, heralding a great black Friesian Shire and a white Shire. The mare and stallion were gargantuan in size, obviously genetically modified... yet they had to be to pull the black war-chariot that rose up behind their muscled backs.
On the casual occasion, Van Helsing would use the simple two-wheeled fly to whisk himself into town. But as it was close to dark, he settled for the fully Darkness-proofed vehicle. A daunting and threatening transport, it was a design he had in mind to cause the creeping night to pale and flee from its coming.
The carriage rolled to a smooth stop outside the doorways of the Tower Apartments, and from the driver's seat dropped a seasoned man in an all too familiar crimson duster. At 175cm it was clear that age had slightly shrunk him from his younger days, yet it did not deter from his subduing presence.
From the curb his hawk-like eyes could spy her awaiting almost as a loyal Labrador would. Straightening the lapels of his coat and fixing the black cravat under his strong chin, he then raised a white-gloved hand to her and called with a strong argot.
"I say! Are you quite at the ready, Madam Victoria?"
((ooc: Transferred from LJ and continuing here. ))
master_helsing, bloodthirsts, psyd_seward, untamable_angelWhen: After Seras's introduction, before sirens.
Where: Tower Apartments to Winthers Lake Manor; Stoker Household
Summary: Van Helsing greets the newest member of his Hellsing Organization and introduces her to the roots of the Hellsing family.
Warnings: None
Nothing under the sun is new, neither is any man able to say: Behold this is new: for it hath already gone before in the ages that were before us.
~Ecclesiastes 1:10
Abraham van Helsing wrung the leathery straps of his carriage reigns as he recalled that scripture. For the feeling he was experiencing did indeed seem new to him, yet the burning sensation at the mouth of his blood-line reminded him that it was truly old as time. Old as the monster he had slain long ago, but whose scent felt new and unpolluted like blood freshly spilled. Metallic, cloying, nauseating.
It had almost startled him the moment he felt it. The sting of his blood and the scorching sensation of the seals he had wrapped around that creature long gone from here. Van Helsing had steeled himself, awaiting for his fated rival, no, his slave to rear his hideous skull and let his shadow splatter at the vampire hunter's feet. He had waited and waited, sending his thoughts through the braided seals to find his beastly chattel... but not an answer came.
Nothing. Nothing but the words of a young and sprightly girl upon the Network. Who was this young lady? This Seras Victoria. This girl who caused the binding sigils, his pact with the dark arts, to flicker with life. Outwardly she seemed a bright ray in a dark night, if not a tad naive. Ah, but how deceptive the Network allowed one to be.
Van Helsing would see her face to face and pass judgement with eyes keen and unveiling as that of an omnipotent god.
From afar the sound of iron hooves against concrete clicked and clacked, heralding a great black Friesian Shire and a white Shire. The mare and stallion were gargantuan in size, obviously genetically modified... yet they had to be to pull the black war-chariot that rose up behind their muscled backs.
On the casual occasion, Van Helsing would use the simple two-wheeled fly to whisk himself into town. But as it was close to dark, he settled for the fully Darkness-proofed vehicle. A daunting and threatening transport, it was a design he had in mind to cause the creeping night to pale and flee from its coming.
The carriage rolled to a smooth stop outside the doorways of the Tower Apartments, and from the driver's seat dropped a seasoned man in an all too familiar crimson duster. At 175cm it was clear that age had slightly shrunk him from his younger days, yet it did not deter from his subduing presence.
From the curb his hawk-like eyes could spy her awaiting almost as a loyal Labrador would. Straightening the lapels of his coat and fixing the black cravat under his strong chin, he then raised a white-gloved hand to her and called with a strong argot.
"I say! Are you quite at the ready, Madam Victoria?"
((ooc: Transferred from LJ and continuing here. ))
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She seethed of his essence and grooming but with a heavy vengeance all her own. A duty to his line as her master before her.
Abraham struck out his hand as the Lord doth stretch his palm across the earth, and cried with a loud voice, "Despair not! Neither shall we waiver! Neither shall we abandon! This Mission is Heaven sent! Let the Gate of Hell be Arrested! Let the Light of God Shine Now!
Search und Destroy!"
Van Helsing's Vernichtungsmission Gottgesandt, as he knew in his surrogate tongue. His command echoed with a mighty crack of that silvery lash as the carriage barreled down the rotting highway, the pack the rabid unearthly dogs stirred into a howling frenzy by the startling emergence of the girl yet monster; Seras Victoria.
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And bloody.
Fists and shadows left gaping wounds and holes in the dog-like beasts. Her foes were swift but not as swift as she was, the lust for violence that was usually submerged beneath a smile and Seras' kind and open nature came to the forefront. They were not a pleasing challenge nor a potential source of food, but the fight still made her vampiric blood hot beneath her skin, sing as she destroyed the threat to herself and followed the command of one she was bound to serve.
Shadows whipped and lashed with their own darkness, her feet left the carriage for the road but she was not left behind. Seras did not even have to form the wing that could carry her into flight to keep pace, her own legs pushed her swiftly enough as she saw off the creatures before leaping back to Van Helsing's side.
"Sir..." she looked to Van Helsing, clothes and face blood spattered. Her tongue went out to catch a drop of blood that was on her chin only to pull an immediate face after, the blood was not tempting.
For Walter~
Four, including the esteemed Mister Will Graham, that is. To think that they would be gaining an addition to their humble abode was indeed a cheering thought, for Seward was quite looking forwards to having a female influence in the household. Ever since the disappearance of Mina he'd been hoping they might make such an addition, and low and behold, they were about to!
"Problems", he repeated in a questioning tone, wondering just what the other was going on about. Did he mean they were lacking...Er, sufficient accommodations for a lady?
"Oh, well there is a spare in the upstairs bathroom. But, what do you mean exactly?"
Clearly, he hadn't been informed of her vampiric nature just yet.
"...Storing?"
A puzzled look, before something seems to click in his mind. A subtle change in expression before his smile falters. Was he meaning to say that she...But that would be absurd, wouldn't it?