Umbrella
Who: Baron Byron Balaz and Sir Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing
When: After sunset
Where: Corelli's Italian Restaurant
What: First official meeting of the awesome names club? Byron goes out for a bite to eat but finds himself...impeded.
Rating: U for 'can anyone spare an umbrella?'
Status: Closed, incomplete
Fall was coming. When Byron rose that evening to find the mansion empty for the third month in a row, he decided it was about time to venture outside again. What stars there were had been veiled by a cloak of laden clouds, which meant he should be careful tonight. However removed he was from the Frontier some instincts never dulled--moving water was a bad idea.
Nevertheless from the instrumentation in his carriage he gaged that he had at least a few hours before it started pouring cats and frogs. Regardless he could at least assure himself that the rain here was just rain, and as odd as the town was, no viscous assassins lurked in the shadows, waiting to take advantage of the first puddle to jump up and cut his heart out of his chest.
It was, in the whole, a small consolation as he finished his meal and set the tab and a generous tip down, only to look up and hear the first rush of early September rain outside the doors.
"Will you have anything else, sir?" The server asked, keeping the few tell-tale steps back that told Byron the young human was aware to some degree of his otherworldliness.
"Ah, yes, as a matter of fact, another cup of coffee if you would be so kind?" Byron asked, a little annoyed that he hadn't kept better track of the weather. The food here was very good, even if he didn't necessarily need it.
'Damn this Canadian weather.'
When: After sunset
Where: Corelli's Italian Restaurant
What: First official meeting of the awesome names club? Byron goes out for a bite to eat but finds himself...impeded.
Rating: U for 'can anyone spare an umbrella?'
Status: Closed, incomplete
Fall was coming. When Byron rose that evening to find the mansion empty for the third month in a row, he decided it was about time to venture outside again. What stars there were had been veiled by a cloak of laden clouds, which meant he should be careful tonight. However removed he was from the Frontier some instincts never dulled--moving water was a bad idea.
Nevertheless from the instrumentation in his carriage he gaged that he had at least a few hours before it started pouring cats and frogs. Regardless he could at least assure himself that the rain here was just rain, and as odd as the town was, no viscous assassins lurked in the shadows, waiting to take advantage of the first puddle to jump up and cut his heart out of his chest.
It was, in the whole, a small consolation as he finished his meal and set the tab and a generous tip down, only to look up and hear the first rush of early September rain outside the doors.
"Will you have anything else, sir?" The server asked, keeping the few tell-tale steps back that told Byron the young human was aware to some degree of his otherworldliness.
"Ah, yes, as a matter of fact, another cup of coffee if you would be so kind?" Byron asked, a little annoyed that he hadn't kept better track of the weather. The food here was very good, even if he didn't necessarily need it.
'Damn this Canadian weather.'