∫ 19 [Voice - aimed at her subordinates but not locked]

[hellsingmaster]

I'm going for a jaunt about a bit. Tea, Walter, when I return, please.

[ooc: Action tags or comment logs are welcome if anyone wants to chitchat while Integra's on her walkabout. ^^]

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>>text

[only_one_sonic]

It is ... nice to walk sometimes.

I like the sound of night.

[Text]

[hellsingmaster]

I wholly agree, Metal. Perhaps you might join me?

>>text. >>commentlog?

[only_one_sonic]

Of course. If you give me your location, I can be there shortly.

[Text] Sure ^^

[hellsingmaster]

Ingles trail. I'll wait for you, Metal.

>>commentlog

[only_one_sonic]

[Metal arrived swiftly, as he had promised. Once given Integra's location, a familiar pink outline surrounded him, and where only a split second ago stood the robot, there was only empty space.

He hovered overhead for a moment before touching down to the ground, hoping not to startle the woman who had become his friend. When his feet touched the ground, his digital voice, modified woth some of the upgrades installed by Tails already, did something he rarely attempted.]

Reee-- reeeeteenz. G-g-- ... Greeeetings, Integrrrra.

[The words were digital, the stretched 'r' sound in Integra's name a result of vocal feedback. It was obvious that talking was coming with great difficulty, but he was making the attempt regardless.]

[Comment Log]

[hellsingmaster]

[She heard him before she saw him, therefore it was not much of a shock to see the large metal robot settle to the sidewalk nearby.

But she lifted eyebrows to hear him speak; truly, that was a nice surprise. Respecting the effort, the Hellsing nodded back in turn.]

Good evening, Metal. I'm pleased you could join me.

>>commentlog

[only_one_sonic]

[Metal nodded in return, graciously accepting Integra's welcome. Producing a large brown cloth, he wrapped it about himself to serve as a cloak of his own. He was built to survive any environment, but Discedo's harshness was beyond even that of the Land of Darkness. It wouldn't be good if condensation got into a circuit or froze to an actuator.]

Thhhhankkh you. It-t-t-t izz nice to ssssee you.

[Awkward, perhaps, but with the only people to understand Metal without words now gone, he saw a need for verbal communication. Synthesizing the words through a digital coder was much harder than it might have seemed, but until Tails installed the voice module, the metal hedgehog was stuck sounding like an audiocasette being slightly mangled.]