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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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"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.

"Then I can only hope he DOES arrive here, since you two seem so eager to be rid of him, just like me," she supplied, crossing her left leg over her right.

She'd expected to hear that from Alucard, but to hear it from Seras... well. It was still a bit shocking. Good, but shocking.

"Perhaps we should make a plan of action, just in case he does show up, hm?"

"Yes, sir." Seras nodded, the bloodthirsty glint fading away as if it had never been, her smile sweet and cheerful once more. It had been a long two years since she had been home, more than a few things had happened to her in that time, brought change and growth in the young vampire.

"I think that would be prudent, Miss Integra."

"Taken him by surprise, on the baseball diamond," Alucard turned and tipped his head, watching Integral from the corners of his eyes, red irises glowing in the dim light of the room. "Plan enough."

He was only half teasing.

Integra snorted. "Yes, lovely idea. We'll just go out there and sit there forever until he decides to show up, Alucard."

Finishing her tea, she could feel her headache from earlier ebbing away, which was good. "Still, for now I suppose that is a good enough plan."

"We can figure out something more detailed later, after you've had some rest and gotten to know the place." Seras said sympathetically. "There's a lot of laws and such to work around here, vampires are so known here it's not an automatic crime to be one. There's even a club."

Something that Seras still found odd, even though she'd been to it.

"I joined the police force here, with your grandfather's permission."

He chuckled, "I don't mean wait for him there." More like, if he shows up, just Search and Destroy.

Then inclined his head, "A club with live feedings. The different vampires operate on different sets of rules than the ones we are used to." He looked at Seras fondly, she adapted well, held her sanity. Now to just press her to release more of that potential.

Integra sighed, pushing her glasses back up the bridge of her nose. Seras had the right idea, indeed -- this was enough information, for sure, for one day. "Vampire clubs... well. Considering the 'darkness', or whatever the bloody hell it is, it isn't a big shock."

Seras' statement had her blinking, and then she chuckled finally. Poor Seras, forever the Police Girl, even here.

"I'm not surprised, Police Girl, considering your background. Does it feel good to be a police officer again?"

It was at that point in time that Walter made his appearance. His footsteps providing a moment's warning from the hall, he crossed the threshhold shortly thereafter with a tray of tea sandwiches in his arms.

At the sight of Integra, however, the young butler gave pause. She had grown— and quite a bit from the girl who was physically two years his junior. She was even taller than him now; by a handful of inches, if he wasn't mistaken.

"...Sir."

Walter was nervous. It showed in the way the curl of his fingers tightened ever so slightly on the handles of the silver serving tray, and how his stance became just a little rigid.

If she had grown up, did she even remember him as he was here? Or had he returned to merely being a black and white image in a picture from an old family album...?

"I've prepared some sandwiches, if you're hungry."

"I did consider doing something different but... well, a friend pointed out it's what I'm good at. I like it."

Ah, there it was, 'Police Girl'. She'd actually missed it, oddly, as much as she always professed to hate being called by that moniker at home. Perhaps it was that the nickname was in itself a part of home, familiar and comforting.

Now if only Alucard didn't pick it up...

"Oh, hello Walter." she turned her head and smiled cheerfully (and reassuringly) at the teenager. Seras had wondered when he'd appear, though she couldn't blame him for hesitating, a grown Integra was likely much different than the young girl he'd told her about.

Edited 2012-03-24 05:30 (UTC)

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