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Sand and surf is GO!

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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"Pruned fingers will get you through the ink-stained times," Alucard chuckled. "Consider this a necessary means of refilling your reserves to combat stress and fatigue of spirit." Then gently dunked them under again.

"True enough," she replied wearily, humming thoughtfully. "I suppose that it doesn't hurt to relax every now and again," she murmured, and was about to add on... but back under they went.

He righted them and grinned at her, hair dripping water into his eyes, grin full of sharp white teeth, "No, it does not. Especially when you have the most dangerous predator on this island at your disposal."

Her own hair really... wasn't faring all that well, either. Her ponytail was looking a little sad now, and her bangs were just plastered to her face. "...Speaking of which, have you been getting bored lately? There hasn't been much to do..."

"A bit," He admitted. "Though I have taken to training Soma." In his own special way.

But that was true, he had been promised a war, endless slaughter only to come here and find double the Hellsing and none of the targets. The Darkness monsters grew old after a while.

"...Yes, so I've been told," she replied, watching the vampire through her lashes. That was a subject she'd poke him on later, though. For now, she was content to keep the peace, because while she wouldn't openly admit it, she was enjoying herself.

"Oh. He said something, well, we can speak about it in private," Because training Soma lightly would be mistake, in his opinion.

"How about a drink? I can make you something tropical." He was an expert mix master thanks to Arthur, who used the vampire as an impromptu bartender at times.

"Yes, I believe that would be a wise idea," she replied, but left it at that.

The next words that came out of her vampire's mouth had her blinking; she'd never, EVER expected him to say anything along the lines of making her a drink. Tilting her head quizzically, a slender brow rose in question. "I had no idea you knew how to make drinks."

"Many of the household staff joined combatant ranks during the war, or were needed elsewhere," Alucard murmured. "And I think Arthur enjoys seeing if there are things I would protest doing." Getting Arthur Hellsing drunk and letting Islands yell at him were not things he would ever protest.

"I suppose that makes sense," she replied back, before dropping her face onto his shoulder and groaning. "I keep hearing stories like that about my father when he was a young man. Why would he do that to you?"

It was a legitimate question, really; she herself had never EVER pushed the vampire into doing little mundane things like that, because she hadn't seen the point. The most she'd ever done, when she was little, was asked him to push her in a swing... maybe once or twice, and that was because she'd simply wanted to spend time with him.

"Your father grew up learning to handle me from your grandfather, you, as I am to understand, learned it all on your own," Alucard replied. "You see me as a person, more than a dog or weapon. Your father knows that I am dangerous, a living weapon tied to his whims. I suppose it doesn't occur to him to do anything otherwise."

"There wasn't anything to learn, you and I have always gotten along, for the most part," she replied. Still... as much as she adored and loved her father, that just sounded ridiculous. Not to mention Alucard's words were true; in the ten years she'd known him, he hadn't been JUST a weapon or some pet, he'd played many roles. He'd been a companion, a friend, a warrior, a savior, a playmate, and a teacher. She couldn't imagine ever treating him in any other way.

"That's... my father was nothing like that, when I knew him, at least. Granted, I didn't spend a lot of time with him..."

"Of course he wasn't, you are his daughter, that is a far cry from a blood bound vampire," Alucard chuckled. "Though I do wonder... your father lived to a very old age, did he not? But without becoming decrepit?" He tipped his head. "As did your grandfather after I was bound. I have often wondered if that blood bond rubs a bit of my lifespan off upon my master."

"My father was older when he finally married and had me," she supplied, tilting her head. "I was only twelve when he passed away... in all honesty, he wasn't old enough to die, but he came down with a terrible disease... he was not decrepit, but he was stuck in bed for the last few months of his life."

"Mm. While I was.... locked away? In the basement, perhaps. The original cell your grandfather kept me in for a while," Alucard speculated. He imagined that his own desiccation might have cut Arthur off from Alucard's power and thus all of that age and degradation would have caught up with him.

Of course, it was only a theory.

The fact that Alucard had figured it out on her own had her stiffening slightly, a deep frown marring her features. "...I didn't even know you existed until my Uncle Richard was attempting to murder me," was all she had to state in reply, forcing a shudder back at the memory. "He told me that, should something horrible happen, I was to go down into that cell and something would be waiting there to help me."

She closed her eyes for a moment at the memory. "...That something was you, of course."

His eyelids dropped, "I knew- I know the time will come when he will put me away. I am a dangerous creature in his opinion, and in times of peace, especially when he wishes to start a family, to marry- bring in some genteel woman who will bear you, well, I am under no delusion that I will be put away until I am needed."

Not that he wouldn't agree he was dangerous and Arthur had told him from the beginning that when he was not needed he would be set aside until he was.

"...I don't understand that mind frame," she stated honestly. All teasing aside, she could NEVER imagine putting Alucard back in that cell. Even as a little girl, when her fellow knights had jabbed their fingers in her face and screamed and yelled at her about having 'little girl emotions' and being 'too young to understand', she'd defended her decision to leave Alucard out and about.

She shook her head. "I could not, and would not do that to you."

"Mm. I believe you," Alucard's mouth pulled up at one side into a faint sort of smile.

"That is why I think we will get along well," After all, he had no desire to break away from Hellsing, it was a purpose, a goal. A land to protect now that he had none of his own.

"I promise it, I will never throw you back into that cell again," she stated. "Should for some reason I decide to have children, they will be raised the exact same way. No one will ever put you in there again."

She sighed. At home, she'd already declared that to the vampire, except she'd been much smaller and more... flaily when she'd done it. "Of course we will. You and I have always been very close."

"I believe you," Alucard said with a faint, fond smile. "You will be a loyal Master and I would be a willing, loyal Servant." He was a willing servant to the Hellsing family either way, but he had oft played fast and loose with that, to this one, he knew there would be a deep, abiding bond.

"Still cold, Integra?" He teased.

Considering that she'd been dragged into the ocean against her will, she was in a far better mood than she'd originally been in. Then again, for the most part, Alucard had that affect on her. It was his own little way of taking care of her, she supposed.

"No, thank goodness. I suppose after a few minutes you really do get used to the temperature," she supplied, glancing around and watching all of the children and adults alike splashing around in the water. "How are you faring in it?"

"Heh, I haven't thought of the ocean as anything more than an obstacle in all of my long life. But this is pleasant," He grinned. "I'm disappointed there are no sharks. I wanted to see if the could become vampires."

"I'm assuming we'd have to go further out for that," she replied, before sighing. "Or you know. Be sane and find sharks in a boat, although something tells me that you'd just end up with a bunch of disgusting tasting shark blood and a shark carcass..."

Suddenly, she was thinking of vampiric sharks, vampiric sea turtles, vampiric dolphins... "...What about turning a jelly fish into a vampire?"

"Do jellyfish even have blood? They look like blobs," He looked at her with an arched brow.

"We won't go farther out as we are now, maybe a boat. If this experiment fails, you can have the shark skinned and a nice pair of boots made," He chuckled.

Sand and surf is GO!

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