∫ 18 [Voice]

[hellsingmaster]

[At first there's static, then the brisk report of a pistol, followed by several more successive shots.

Then comes - to some - an unmistakable, familiar voice, sounding quite put out and bordering on near fury, though somewhat muffled as the communicator is still in her jacket pocket.]

...what blithering insanity is this? Do not tell me I have

Comments

[cozmic_travel]

Mm... so you've returned.

[hellsingmaster]

So it seems.

[cozmic_travel]

Better now than earlier, I suppose.

[hellsingmaster]

Hn, so I've heard.

[cozmic_travel]

I'll leave you to get re-settled.