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[hellsingmaster]

[The familiar bzzzt echoes again, followed by the Hellsing's bout of quiet swearing. Silence for a moment, then-]

And so, a new year. Bloody wonderful. And I suppose everyone else trapped here is just overjoyed.

Ingrates.Seras Victoria, Captain Bernadette, report back to me immediately. We've work to be done

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[king_no_life]

[Dusk descended and night enveloped the gloom, much like the peculiar shadow that filled the doorway to the Hellsing's main quarters. Readily was the beast to hear her call as he was taken once again from the steely halls of the Hospital, made to be the willing lab-rat so that they might have their solution to leaving this festered place.]

Master, do I try again your steel-woven constancy?

[The monster purred as he flicked a tattered sable tress from his ember-like vision set solely upon her. Eyes, ears, myriads of souls directed to her, crouching, waiting, longing the sweet murmur of her succinct behest.]

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[hellsingmaster]

[Having sent her other minions out upon their errands and to bed for the night, Integra sat alone at her desk, only the small oil lamp atop it providing gentle light.

Cold and pale was she that sat upon her tattered throne, but she held firm in the face of the coalescing darkness, signaling her monster's obedience.]

You do, servant.

[She lifted one snowy-garbed hand, finger crooked appropriately. An eyebrow lifted.]

Come here, Alucard.

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[king_no_life]

[Creeping evenly across the floor as if his very presence were soaked into the rotting boards, the scarlet specter approached her bench, like the tried before the judge and jury. His great stature lowered, sinking eye to eye. Cold cobalt to Fiery coals.]

Master?

[But a query. No longer could he offer excuses for his folly, yet try ever did it wane on her patience, ever more did it try like a erroneous weight on his own. He would sooner rip apart every tendon on his wretched form to find that infuriating bangle would it not send him to a third grave.]

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[hellsingmaster]

[She could well understand. Integra Hellsing had a good suspicion that the scientists present this wretched place knew exactly what sort of power lurked beneath her minion's chip, this their extreme reluctance in doing so.

But Alucard would find a way. She knew that. He'd never failed her order before and she knew he wouldn't begin doing so now.

So, no excuses. She asked for none. Besides, she had faith in her monster. Blasphemous, perhaps, but it was there all the same and she made no excuses for it.

Which was what prompted the cold woman to take that beckoning hand and gently but authoritatively brush back a thick lock of black from the beast's crimson stare.]

How do you fare, pet?

[Action] Guess who got approoooved? 8)

[king_no_life]

Disconcert, suspense... excitement.

[Answering truthfully. For he was one never bother to try to veil something from eyes that could see down to his very dement core. Inclining his head, like a felid longing for strokes, he followed the brush of her hand, felt his souls soothed by her abating touch.]

Yet at ease that you had lasted so long.

[No, while he held a great amount of weight over this woman's steeling countenance for never breaking whilst under pressure, she was a Hellsing, but a human none-the-less.]

Feel no more ire, my Master.. [And as if he were giddy like some blasphemous Catholic school-girl, his grin played triumphantly across his ashen mouth as he crooned his good tidings.]

The fetters have been found, you hailed me just as their disgusting manacles were ripped from my form.