sirenspull_logs | [Log] It's in the blood

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[Log] It's in the blood

Who: Integra, Alucard, Seras and OPEN to all residents of Helsing Manor.
When: Day of Integra's arrival.
Where: Helsing Manor, Sector 4
Summary: Integra has arrived and been escorted to her new residence by Alucard, time to meet the extended family!
Warnings: Probably safe for kiddies... probably

Integra's arrival had put a certain frantic energy in Seras, an excitement, much akin to what she felt when Alucard had arrived but... unlike Alucard, her Master, Sir Integra was from her time, she knew Seras. There was a relief in that, as much as she was attached to Abraham, Doctor Seward and the young Walter, she sometimes wished to have someone to talk to about the present issues she had been facing in her own world.

Not that Integra had ever really been one to just sit and chat with the young draculina...

Miss Integra's arrival here also reassured Seras that she was alright, something that had bothered her a lot since she had regained her memories. Even if others had said they were always sent back home at the time they were taken she couldn't help a niggling doubt that it wouldn't be so. What if something happened because she wasn't there? What if she let Master and Sir Integra down, even if it wasn't her fault really.

She shook those thoughts out of her head. Seras had gone and retrieved the requested aspirin, as well as hurried to inform the other members of the house of the impending arrival if they hadn't yet seen the network post and now stood waiting in the entrance hall with no small amount of impatience.

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The horse was obviously not alive, red eyes glowing like embers, visible even in the light of day. Alucard was not harmed by the daylight, he only hated it. But at last, at long last, after maneuvering the horse into a gallop for a fair few furloughs, they reached the Winther Stoker Mansion- the Hellsing headquarters in this place.

With nary a show of fanfare, the horse's hooves pounded up the drive and stopped. Alucard dismounted first, of course, and offerend Integral a hand down. Even if it was from a rather short distance, it was a gesture of respect for who she was more than for her sex. "Your Grandfather's new residence," Alucard explained, arching one brow.

Integra took the offered hand and slid from the horse with a small nod of thanks to the vampire. Looking up, she took the sight of the mansion in... it was certainly large. Looking back at Alucard, her own brow lifted. It was very odd to hear that statement.

"Thank you," she stated quietly, stuffing her hands into her pockets. Without another word, she merely began to stride up towards the door, pausing. Technically, this was not her house. It would be rude to just barge in like she owned the place, wouldn't it?

Instead, she merely turned to look at the vampire again. She'd just wait for him. "Shall we?"

Integra didn't have to wait as the door opened, revealing the smiling face of Seras. "Miss Integra, welcome!" she stepped aside and motioned for the other woman to come inside. "I'm so glad to see you. Was the journey over alright?"

It was almost an afterthought to look to Alucard and greet him, "Master." Something she wouldn't have done under other circumstances, but this was an exception.

Alucard arched a brow to Seras, but did not make note of the occurrence, obviously the Draculina would be excited over having her Master-by-proxy of her own world and time back with her. He turned his attention to dispatching the horse, returning it to shadow and within himself, closing down the temporarily released restriction three and turning to follow Integral to the manor.

He made no reply to the minor acknowledgement, only kept an eye to the surroundings.

Integra blinked when Seras opened the door so quickly. Unlike Integra, she looked cheery and pleased. Well, at least one of them was happy. Integra merely nodded in greeting to Seras, stepping inside. "It's good to see you as well. Yes, it was fine, thank you."

The Hellsing heiress glanced around... the home seemed even large on the inside than it did on the ouside. It seemed inviting and warm enough, though, which was a plus.

But this wasn't home, and it never would be. She didn't care if she was here for the rest of her life; she'd never consider it home. Home was in London. Home was burning and falling apart. She frowned and remained silent, forcing her chaotic thoughts away. She could think later when she was alone, now was not the time.

"Walter made tea ready for you, Miss Integra." Seras informed her, shutting the door after both Integra and Alucard were inside. "He said it was ceylon." Not that she was especially informed on tea, but it had seemed important when the young butler mentioned it. Back when she could drink the stuff Seras had stuck to buying brand names from the supermarket.

"Mr. Van Helsing and Doctor Seward should be down shortly to say hello. The tea's ready in a drawing room this way." she gestured.

Integra's silence spoke volumes, it was enough to make Seras rein in her joy at seeing the other woman certainly. As happy as she was after seeing Integra again she had to remember what environment she had surely come from before this...

"I can still smell your blood," Alucard looked up to her, at the drying smudge of blood half wiped away. 100% virgin Hellsing blood. Female. Such a thing was delicious torment, and perhaps odd to point out in polite conversation if it were anyone other than members and the head of the Hellsing organization.

He vaguely wondered, in a droll fashion, whether or not they would share custody of him. Odd days were Integra, even were Abraham. The amused thought curled up one corner of his mouth in a faint smile as those burning red eyes glowed deeper in the dim light of the manor's interior.

The mention of the butler had Integra straightening, mouth pressing into a thin line. Her expression, other than that, remained neutral for the most part. "How kind of him... my favorite."

Finally, she turned her attention back to the vampires, nodding again to Seras. She wasn't really sure how she felt about meeting these two people; excitement? Shock? She couldn't quite place it, and didn't feel like pondering it, either. "Of course. Thank you," she responded.

Glancing back down at Alucard, she had to fight the urge to roll her eyes. "Yes, I would imagine you would be able to," came her bland response, before she turned to head into the direction that Seras had pointed out.

Seras blinked for a moment, her eyes glancing between Integra and Alucard for a moment. "Oh good..." Walter must have remembered from when the young Integra was here before, she should inform her mistress in on that if she hadn't already been told, actually.

She moved to walk slightly behind Integra and motioned when the correct door came in sight, "In here, Miss Integra." Inside the tastefully decorated drawing room was a waiting table with fresh white tablecloth and on it a full teaset, hot and steaming and ready for Integra to make according to her tastes. As well as that the promised painkillers lay in plain sight, as did a small medkit Seras had brought out just in case. "Is there anything else you need?"

"Mm." She was a Hellsing, they were stalwart and strong humans, but human none the less. He followed behind both Seras and Integral, moving to take up residence in one of the shadowed areas near Integral, close but not too close.

He was watching her, taking in every nuanced movement, every word, eyes sharp and focused.

What a lovely room. Integra moved in and immediately sat down. The adrenaline rush from home was gone, and she suddenly felt very tired. Not only from the war, naturally, but from trying to wrap her head around all the information thrown at her when she arrived on that ridiculous baseball diamond.

At first, the heiress stared down into her teacup, before she finally moved to take a bit of sugar -- not much, mind you, just enough for a bit of sweetness. Stirring it in, she took a sip, having to fight the urge to gulp the whole cup down. She hadn't noticed how thirsty she'd been, either.

Popping the aspirin, she cleared her throat, taking note of that little medkit. "No, this is fine."

After a moment Seras sat as well, watching her with concern. There was suddenly a lot she wanted to ask Integra, things she wasn't sure she should say in front of this Alucard. "Were you pulled here from much the same time I was?" she asked, trying not to get into specifics.

Obviously Integra had come from the attack on London, but exactly when was a whole other ball park.

He noted Seras' vagary and pursed his mouth in slight amusement, waiting to see where this line of discussion was going. From what he had been informed of, one forgot this place almost entirely once they returned back to their own place in their own universe.

Glancing up at Seras, she frowned again. "No, I was not. The last thing I remember before arriving here was leaving Alucard to fight an opponent on the ground, while you and I entered the Major's airship."

Integra wasn't going to go blurting out ALL the details. Perhaps Seras would figure it out on her own eventually, maybe even Alucard would. Here and now, however, it wouldn't do any good to tell them certain details.

She blinked wide eyes, "I see." So her and Integra were going to face the Major while Alucard stayed behind... she wondered who the opponent was, but the fact that Integra had phrased it as 'opponent' struck her as significant. Seras nodded, glancing down at the tablecloth for a few seconds. "I'm relieved to see you anyway, sir, I worried when I realised I'd been taken away."

"Speak freely," Alucard finally interjected, moving to stand closer to Integral's left hand. "Nothing will change the future from the past. All of what we learn and do here is stricken from our minds before returning."

A flash of white, white fangs and the flaring of red irises as the shadows darken around him to a velvety thickness, "Or so I am told."

Integra nodded to Seras. "Mm. How very strange this place is... you have been here, and yet I just saw you at home."

Looking back at Alucard, she merely hummed in thought. Speak freely? Absolutely not. She wasn't sure how this Alucard, partnered with the young Butler, would react to the news, or if he'd even believe her. And Seras... no. She couldn't, and wouldn't, do that to the draculina.

"There's nothing else to say about it," she replied to him finally, leaning back in her seat. "London is destroyed because of the Major, and Seras and I need to return as soon as possible to finish him."

She would have to keep her thoughts tightly concealed, lest Alucard attempt to break into her mind and find things out on his own.

"I haven't seen you in almost two years." Seras confessed suddenly. "Though I didn't realise that until I got here." her fingers played with the fabric of her trousers. "I was taken to another city like this one, I was there for around a year and half but my memories were taken. When I left there I came here and remembered everything..."

Then she nodded in conclusion to Integra's words. "That's exactly it, things are... were, bad, back there." An understatement to be sure. "We need to defeat them."

Finally and completely.

She hadn't said anything about her present to anyone here except for the vaguest mentions. Seras couldn't comprehend how they would react, except badly and then sitting knowing it would happen and they couldn't do anything about it...

Alucard would likely react poorly to learning what happened with Walter, best not to tell him. For now, he lapsed back to silence and let the two reacquaint.

"Two years? How very strange indeed," she murmured into her teacup as she took another sip, listening intently to Seras' story. "Do you think that all resulted because of this place, Seras?"

Looking back up at the two, Integra nodded. "From the point that you remember, things have gotten worse. We were so close to ending things... and then this."

In a way, this was sort of nice, having someone -- or rather, two someones, to vent to about her situation, even if she was only slightly venting.

"Alucard... you know of the Major as well, don't you?"

"I'm not sure... maybe it was the place before and when I tried to leave it I was just unlucky enough to get dragged here." Seras' lips pursed for a moment. "It's all so complicated and there's a lot of bright and powerful people here who haven't been able to escape either. it doesn't seem to have any limits."

She tensed to here it had gotten worse. "Bloody hell."

"I was about to go rain on the Major's parade when I found myself here," And the fact that he was here, on an island in Canada instead of glorying in bloody war and death in Poland held disdain thick in his voice, curled up one corner of his mouth in a sneer.

He had been promised war and given Canada, it was not a fair trade in the slightest. Especially when he was to see the supernaturals were public knowledge and the policing of them no longer Hellsing's domain.

"Mm... well. At least, for now, we are all together, I suppose," she supplied in response to Seras, staring down into her tea. Somehow, she had a feeling this would be a long stay.

Running a single, gloved digit around the rim of her cup, Integra began to reply to Alucard, "It doesn't matter, you didn't rain hard enough. Perhaps if we're all lucky, he will eventually present himself to us here."

Or unlucky, considering the little bastard was a slippery one.

"If any member of that organisation shows their face here we will deal with them, sir." Seras said, her lips curving up for a moment into a sharper smile, a smirk. "They won't have time to blink."

Be it the Major or another, there was certainly one she'd already killed that Seras wouldn't mind putting to the wall again. Literally.

"So far there's no enemy from our world that's showed. Not in all the time Mr. Van Helsing and Walter have been here either."

"If the Major survives then he's an old man, or no longer human in your time," Alucard mused, rocking from heels to his tip toes and back. "And if he comes here, we will annihilate him." Red eyes flared as he looked to Seras, mouth pulling up at the corners to show fangs, "We will fall on him as true Nosferatu and make his soul cry out for the hell that awaits him just to escape us."

And perhaps he was getting a bit worked up at that thought.

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