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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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"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)

His grin widened, "Aha- Police Girl is it?" Alucard caught right onto that nickname and he intended to keep it, give the fledgling a taste of home. Or to just taunt her in his own way.

The grin widened as Walter entered and the vampire noted the tightening of Walter's fingers on the tray handles, "Nervous, Angel of Death?"

Before Integra could lightly tease the draculina again, Walter's voice rang through the air, and she straightened up again. Turning her gaze onto him, she had to stare for a moment. She'd seen pictures of Walter as a young man, yes, but obviously she had never been around him in such a state.

This wasn't as painful as she'd thought it would be. This wasn't her Walter. He wasn't like that here. He was different. In her mind, at least, that was what she would keep telling herself.

"...Walter," she murmured in a quiet greeting. Alucard and Seras weren't the only ones to catch onto Walter's nervousness. "Thank you, you didn't have to do that for me."

The reassuring smile from Seras bolstered his confidence slightly, but whatever sign of alleviating tension Walter had was instantly wiped away at his partner's teasing and replaced with a glower in the older vampire's direction, which in turn faded with similar swiftness from his features once Integra addressed him.

He was back to nervousness.

"I wanted to."

He pauses, thinking a moment to himself before adding. "I can return them to the kitchen, if you'd like."

Well... Seras inwardly facepalmed at Alucard, but really she expected nothing less from her master. He wasn't the comforting type in any respect, more the 'shut up and deal with it' type, as well Seras knew, having been at the receiving end of many such lessons.

Not to mention that her hopes not to be 'Police girl' again seemed to have been dashed. But it wasn't like she hadn't signed herself up for it by joining the SPD.

Her eyes though watched Integra's reaction at seeing Walter this way...

Alucard pursed his mouth at Walter, barely containing the childish glee in his expression at the glower he received, "She doesn't bite, Angel of Death." Tone chiding mildly, words almost a sing-song in that high, child's voice, "No need to excuse yourself." Already starting to take liberties with this Hellsing, moving to stand by Walter in a physical crowding of his space and barring of his route of retreat.

He rocked up onto his tip-toes, eyes glowing red and amused over Walter's shoulder as he stared at Seras.

Integra didn't bother scolding Alucard, or throw threats his way. She was too busy studying the younger version of the man who had raised her.

When Walter spoke, she merely shook her head. Despite everything at home... no. She could not bring herself to be angry with him. She would simply use the time that they had together here to her advantage.

"No, it's fine. Thank you," she told him again, gesturing him into the room. "Alucard, leave him be," she added, frowning at the vampire, before her gaze moved back over to Walter. "Come, sit with us for a while."

Walter had just been about to question Alucard— knowing full well what would happen if he tried— as to whether he would care to eat the sandwiches instead, as it would be unfortunate if they were left out at room temperature for too long. Fortunately, however, Integra interjected— thus sparing the household of one of the hunting pair's notorious escalating contests of sardonic wit... for the time being.

Instead, Walter merely glared over his shoulder at his diminutive partner before moving to follow Integra's directions. Once he reached the table he set the tray upon the surface and took for himself the seat Alucard had only recently risen from; a subtle gesture of revenge for his partner's teasing.

But there was little time to savour his small victory; now that he was up close, the smudge of half-dried blood was clearly visible now that her golden hair no longer blocked it from his vision. Quickly, his eyes flicked over to the med kit resting on the table surface, to the pain killers beside it, and back to his master's daughter.

He was already rising out of the seat.

"What happened?"

Seras huffed at her Master, then hunched her shoulders a little when she noticed him staring at her. Her expression clearly translating to something along the lines of, what?

Didn't he realise how creepy it was when he did that? No, what was she thinking, of course he did, that was the point.

Even so Walter's sudden exclamation distracted her, red eyes widening a little. "Eh? What, Walter?" Then she realised, oh... she'd brought out the medkit just in case, then gotten distracted through talking to Integra.

Alucard arched a brow as Walter stole his vacant seat but decided to be magnanimous and allow the boy to have it rather than being petty. Or at least, petty enough to do something to make Walter rise or at least have concrete second thoughts about doing such a thing again.

And he entirely realized how creepy he was when he did that to Seras, at her expression of what, his smile widened, but he said nothing. Really, a small expression was throwing off the fledgling?

To Integra's admonishment, he huffed and ceased the minor and almost non existant, in his opinion, harassment of Walter and Seras, instead, red eyes focusing on the smear of blood on her forehead again, "I could clean that for you?" His grin stretched his face, of course, he meant lick it.

Integra blinked, frowning at Walter's sudden question. Then, she lifted a hand ot her forehead and touched the bloodied area. She'd almost forgotten about that herself, what with all the excitement.

"It's nothing," she supplied with a small shrug, dropping her hand back down to her side. "Earlier tonight -- before arriving here, I was in a minor car accident." Although, admittedly, it did hurt, and that doctor she'd spoken to had her symptoms down to a tee, she was sure everything would be alright.

Looking over to Alucard, she narrowed her eyes. "Absolutely not," came her blunt response. "My, you really never change, do you?"

Walter looked to each of them in turn, the confusion and alarm written across his features softening with each successive response until the sharp anxiety faded and he seated for the second time.

Hw would have to make certain John had a look at her when they were done talking, and that she had plenty of time to wash up before the Darkness corrupted the water for the night. And clothes. She would need clothes. He could go out and purchase a few things to tide her over until they could get some properly tailored clothing for her to wear.

"Nope." Seras muttered to herself. Though she was slightly alarmed herself, she hadn't known it was a car accident, though really... sometimes she could smack herself. Well it wasn't likely to have been anything light given where Miss Integra had come from, was it? Really Seras...

He gave Integral a cheeky grin, "Hellsing blood should never go to waste." And of course, it was a double edged sword, reinforcing the seal and yet he craved it. Craved both, really, the seal and the blood.

Instead of answering right away, Integra reached for the medkit Seras had brought out. Taking out a small, sterile gauze bandage, she unwrapped it and simply pressed it against her head, just at her hairline where she knew the wound was. She only paused to wipe what had dried on her forehead off.

"I'm not letting you lick my head, Alucard," she replied finally, not bothering to look back up. Finally, once she felt that the oozing had stopped enough to where it wouldn't be making a mess out of her forehead, she pulled the gauze away.

"I apologize on behalf of my partner. He can be rather one-track minded."

Withdrawing a handkerchief from one of the interior pockets of his waistcoat, Walter held the cloth open for Integra to discard the bloodied gauze into if she so wished.

"It's fortunate that Miss Victoria appears to have better manners."

Now in that moment is was rather hard for Seras not to beam at Walter for the compliment. At the least she managed to tone down the smile.

Of course, she also remembered that single, small taste of Integra's blood she'd had once... she almost mentioned it, then had the sudden sharp squeal of brakes apply in her mind to have the wisdom not to. It might displease both Integra and her master.

"Oh, haha... well I guess... probably helps I'm not hungry. Not that I would anyway!" Seras clamped her mouth shut before it could run away with her.

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