Sand and surf is GO!

[integra_hellsing]

Who: Integra Hellsing, Alucard, Seras Victoria, Soma Cruz, Doctor Seward, Abraham van Helsing, Walter C. Dornez... if I'm forgetting someone I'll add 'em when they tag in!
When: Thursday, July 12th; early afternoon.
Where: THE BEEEEEACH!
Summary: Basically, the Stoker household are going out for a -relaxing- day at the beach. Hurr.
Warnings: Possible language? SHENANIGANS. I'll edit if anything comes up.


How long had it been since Integra had last seen the ocean in all of its glory? Let alone a beach; such a trip was few and far between, unless it was directly involved with work somehow. Today, however, was not about work, but play.

Well, for most of the people coming along. For Integra, it was about sitting on the beach and simply admiring the view. And probably feeling insanely uncomfortable in a swimsuit, but THAT was a completely different issue all together. The very thought had her tugging her jacket ever so slightly tighter around her form.

Stepping onto the sand carrying in her hand a cooler full of ice, drinks, little snacks, and even a few blood packs for the resident vampires, she turned to glance at her fellow beach-goers, tilting her head. "...Where are we setting up?"

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[tinyvampiregod]

A shadow fell over her, far larger than the one it belonged to ought to have cast. With pale limbs and a one piece red and white striped Victorian bathing costume, Alucard stood behind Seras with a bucket in one hand a narrow shovel in the other. Both plastic and in cheerfully bright colors.

"No, Seras Victoria, if you are going to build a sand castle, you are going to do it right," He fairly grinned, showing all those sharp white fangs. "And it will be the envy of every other sandcastle on this beach. Maybe we will even invade the others." Eyes narrowed as he cast a red glance down the strip of sand. He was entirely serious.

[bloodthirsts]

Seras turned and looked back, her eyes widened at what she thought she'd heard.

Did she hear that right...? Was Master really...

"You'll build a sandcastle with me?" Her face broke into a wide open smile, for a moment she looked half her age. "Yes Master!"

Though she didn't know quite what he meant by 'invade'.

[tinyvampiregod]

"Yes. I will," Except he was going to be a dictator about it. "When I first became Voivode of Wallachia, I had the upper class build my castle brick by brick and there was no rest until they dropped dead and were either put into the walls or left to rot." His tone was far too fond for such a gruesome event.

"We will need a wall. And a central turret," And began scooping sand into his plastic bucket with a shovel. Talk about cognitive dissonance.

[bloodthirsts]

Seras beamed and tilted her head, paying attention even though... "Uh... that sounds a little extreme." she mirrored him though, scooping up sand. Hearing about his past and home was something she wanted. "Why did you do that?"

[tinyvampiregod]

"They were fat, greedy souls who got rich on the backs of the peasants. They would rather sell their souls to the Ottoman Empire than fight and risk dying," Alucard upended the bucket to form the first base, then began to mold wet sand on the top of the flat plateau.

[bloodthirsts]

She watched Alucard and tried to help and not mess up what he was wanting to create, adding more sand as they worked on building. "So you punished them for not fighting... Wallachia, is that in Transylvania?"

[tinyvampiregod]

"Part of it. Territories were larger back then. It was the buffer between Islam and the Christendom, and I maintained it without aide," Alucard explained. With a few deft flicks of small fingers and fingernails, base turret was beginning to look rather extraordinary.

[bloodthirsts]

"We never learned about the history of that area in school." Seras explained, tilting her head at that. He was good at sandcastles... of course he was, master was good at everything. "I don't know much. How long ago was that?"

[tinyvampiregod]

"Over five hundred years," He snorted. "Of course not. Children today, they learn nothing of value and decide to kill each other off in camps, allow themselves to be made as monsters." He had eaten a few people that enjoyed sandcastles before.

[bloodthirsts]

"Allow themselves to... well we learned about British history." Seras tried to defend the school system against his scathing remark. "That's a really long time."

[tinyvampiregod]

"How very ethnocentric of the British school system," Alucard half smiled, vaguely amused. "It would do to learn about all others, know ones enemy is only half the battle. The other half is rending him to bits and drinking down his very soul." Tangent. Amusing if one considered that he did not look up from patting out another mound for the castle with a plastic shovel.

[bloodthirsts]

"I think you have to take world history in further education for that..." She chewed her lip. "And they didn't really want to teach children to do that."

Seras watched his hands, "What should I make, Master?"