Who: Admiral Sir Edward Pellew & Sir Integra Hellsing. Possibly Ianto Jones, if he's in?
What: Two knights of the realm (okay, probably not of the same realm...) meet for tea (and scones).
When: After the events on
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Where: Integra's flat
Rating: TBD
Status: Incomplete.
Notes: Presuming that characters can't see icons - only
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Also, there was safety in paranoia.
Somehow the bank of Aternaville had been able to access her accounts, despite the blatant fact that this was not her world. Must be the same strange magic that brought me here, she reasoned, but was not one to complain and spent a great deal furnishing her new flat. (It was rather suitable, despite her complaints.)
The doorbell rang at the end of the hall and Integra hardly looked up from the papers in her hands. "Mr. Jones, would you please invite Admiral Pellew inside? I'm expecting him."
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Well. Worst when it came to vampires, at least. Ianto didn't have the heart to tell her that aliens tend to be worse and that neither held a candle to fairies.
Ianto, in a new suit (one he disliked intensely but one couldn't go to work in jeans) set down the folders he had been filing away at the sound of the doorbell. "Shall I send him to the sitting room or will you entertain him in the study?" Ianto did not smile. Really. He didn't.
He wanted to, though.
And once he got Integra's answer, he strode with purpose across the flat and pulled open the door.
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"Sir Integra, I presume?"
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"Amusingly, no. I'm the butler. Admiral Pellew, I presume?" he asked and stepped aside, allowing the Admiral to enter. The scones and the Admiral's coat would more than likely end up in Ianto's hands for proper disposition and a minute or so later, Ianto would be leading the man through the flat.
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The tea had been fantastic.
The sound of muted voices carried, but was incomprehensible and Integra filed away her papers into the drawer of the oak desk. They were useless, unnecessary things like bills and the first pages of a daily report as well as working profiles of the people she'd met so far.
Lacing her fingers, she rocked back in her chair (leather) and waited for the Admiral.
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Finally, they reached the study. "Really," he was saying as he entered, "as far as these new-fangled accomodations go, this is actually quite..." he trailed off, as he got a good look at the person sitting behind the desk.
Sir Edward blinked, and momentarily forgot his manners. "You're Sir Integra." It wasn't a question.
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A hand flicked towards the desk and the chairs and he cleared his throat. "Admiral Pellew, Sir Integra." Ianto retreated before he could burst out laughing. Oh God, this was good.
Besides, he had to go make tea, now.
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Nodding to Ianto with a bit of a smirk (alas, she had a sense of humor!) Integra agreed to his motion to leave. "Thank you, Mr. Jones. Would you be so kind as to bring us some tea?"
Attention again on the Admiral, Integra stood, smoothing non-existent wrinkles from her suit. She was used to the surprised looks; people heard Sir Hellsing and thought of her father, not an attractive blond woman of twenty-two years. "Sir Integral Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing. Pleasure." She offered him a gloved hand.
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Which brought him to his next point. "Pardon my rudeness earlier, but..." he paused, wondering how to phrase the next point, "...in my day, women weren't exactly able to be made peers of the realm."
Nothing like the direct approach.
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"Though I do understand your confusion. It is customary of female peers to be dubbed 'Dame' not 'Sir.' I, however, seem to be a special case." Integra had chosen to be a Sir. The Queen's expression when she requested such was still priceless.
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Pellew watched as Ianto entered the room, and started setting out the tea trays. "Thank you, Mister Jones," he was sure to say.
He had to stop himself from reaching out and assisting. He'd gotten used to doing things himself, that he'd forgotten how things were done in the circles he used to run around in.
"This is a rather nice set up you've got here Sir Integra, if I may say so myself."
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"Yes, remarkably I'm still able to access my accounts here," she mused, taking a sip and smiling. Ianto made fantastic tea. "Strange, considering it isn't even my world." She wondered if there would be a way to access her files as well, not that it would do her much good here, with no Millennium to do battle with.
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He raised an eyebrow at her last comment. "Not your own world, Sir Integra?" He regarded her over the rim of his cup. "I didn't quite realise that there were several worlds out there to choose from."
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His light sarcasm had her narrowing her eyes for half second before shooting the man a tight smile. "Yes. And I suppose that your ship and its crew happened to sail over here from Great Britain, Admiral?"
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