♰ 1 ; Dream

[hellsingmaster]

Warnings: Confusion, anxiety, anticipation
Effects: Feelings of fear, shock, horror
Privacy: none

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[candidate_no_12]

(Oh, now_she has done it. Wrath has been starting to make progress with shedding his nature--but now, watching the dream of blood in the snow, the familiar, predictable din of carnage, the woman warrior mercilessly cutting down the enemy, her soldiers putting the lances upright and suspend the impaled enemies in ordered rows, the blood of the enemy soaking her armor, and to all appearances, reveling in the destruction, whispering something he cannot understand but the emotion around it is electric--)

(Her_wrath_ignites his own, and he is so taken with the dream that it takes him several moments to realize after the dream has run its course that the dreamer is a different woman--blonde, with spectacles, dark complexion. He ponders--and then inquires.)

Is that woman in the dream you, young lady?

(Of course, his blood heated, his soul woken up again, he is more brusque than he probably should be with this woman.)

[hellsingmaster]

I most decidedly hope not.

[candidate_no_12]

(Wrath observes that the woman has a confident smile, a definitive and immovable presence. The individual speaking with him is as formidable in character as the one in the dream.)

Ah? Then who is it?

(Still much too brusque.)

[hellsingmaster]

[You better believe it.]

Someone upon whom I have little care to dwell.

[She matches his roughness tone for tone. She's a Hellsing, after all.]

[candidate_no_12]

(That roughness--meeting a like soul in temperament puts him in a dangerous mood, dropping pretenses of civility like a dead carcass, and he gladly shows this face.)

An enemy of yours?

[hellsingmaster]

[Unfazed, Integra merely lights another cigar.]

One might say that.

[candidate_no_12]

(A smoker. This woman certainly heeds no customary gender boundaries. And, even more noteworthy, is unfazed at his brutish glare.)

And who would that be?

(Still emboldened.)

[hellsingmaster]

My own business, sir. My responsibility, nothing more.

[candidate_no_12]

(He admires her forward, direct way of telling him to butt out.)

Very well. I will not pry further into the matter.

(And pursues another line.)

You are?

[hellsingmaster]

Sir Integra Hellsing, Knight of the Holy Order and master of the Hellsing Organization.

[Crisp, businesslike and absolutely no nonsense tolerated.]

And you, sir?

[candidate_no_12]

(A knight, a warrior, as he expected. Even taking the honorific sir. Holy Order--must be a religious batallion, of some sort.)

( He is strongly reminded of the Northern Wall of Briggs--a troublesome woman on his world because she is a human with her own plans, but how he admires the indomitability of Major Mira Armstrong and the Briggs forces. As he has great respect for Armstrong, he has great respect for this woman.)

(For the moment, he does not attempt to inquire about the Hellsing Organization--he surmises that Hellsing will be just as determined to keep this information to herself.)

Wrath, the Furious.

[hellsingmaster]

[A sharp eyebrow arches; interesting nomenclature, that.]

A pleasure.

[An automatic pleasantry, naught more.]

[candidate_no_12]

(He takes note of her eyebrow arching. Even a wall of a human like her reacts to his designation.)

(He understands the pleasantry as standard, and unindicative of any opinion she may have of him.)

You are quite young to be a commander.

Are you good?

(A rude taunt. He can sense that she is--it is merely to provoke.)

[hellsingmaster]

I am.

[Blunt, assertive and completely without emotion.]

1/2

[candidate_no_12]

(He smirks in satisfaction. This woman plainly surpasses her humanity--not only affirming her ability, but to the point and assertive.)

Re: 2/2

[candidate_no_12]

(--And something else. With a complete lack of emotion. This makes him curious.)

Are you human?