♠ 15
Sir Integral Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing-called many things by friends and foes alike from Master and Iron Maiden to less flattering like Protestant Swine, and more recently she had become the Countess- sat bathed in the twilight of her office. Her silver blonde tresses cascaded down her hips and a cloud of smoke concealed part of her features. She was as usual, indulging herself in a cigar, dressed with a simple pair of black trousers, a pristine white shirt with a blue cravat tied around its neck. Despite her recent undead nature, she wore a silver cross pin proudly as symbol of the Church she defended. She reclined a little, letting one of the strands of her hair fall over the expensive oak desk, as she read the Network- an activity she did after she fed. The teacup filled medical blood was left unfinished at her left, even if it was enough to serve her nourishment, the anticoagulant left certain unappealing aftertaste in her palate.
This is ridiculous! she thought, features darkened in deep indignation. She had realised since the beginning she was cursed and unable to stop typing what she qualified as ‘bloody rubbish’, however she could not control herself. The good humour she had had lingering from the bonfire of Guy Fawkes’s Night had completely evaporated. With a quiet growl, she attempted to call the shadows to prevent her fingers to continue their incessant typing. However, the darkness once beckoned in became accomplice to the curse; much to the knight’s aggravation, dark digits aided her hands in the current description of the mundane routine of her day life.
In a flash of uncontrolled rage, Integra was about to hurl the device to the ground, ready to shatter it to pieces. What foolishness would I reveal in this state? mused as the the sapphire orb of her good eye glowed with a ruby incandesce. In that same instant, a revealing entry caught her undivided attention. The computer was rescued from damage and, thus, the last of the Hellsings filtered from properly suspicious parties.
[[Filtered from Rip van Winkle and Luke Valentine]]
“The recent murder,” she began, leaving all the frustration and anger buried beneath the surface. She straightened her posture and addressed the Network without much of a glimpse of what had previously transpired. Not a single hair in the wrong place or any trace of emotion behind the gleam of her spectacles. “Who has more information about it?”
(ooc; Willlll try to backdate Integra’s log in the bonfire entry if I have time! Assume she was around, not cursed! /o. Yes, slightly purple).
This is ridiculous! she thought, features darkened in deep indignation. She had realised since the beginning she was cursed and unable to stop typing what she qualified as ‘bloody rubbish’, however she could not control herself. The good humour she had had lingering from the bonfire of Guy Fawkes’s Night had completely evaporated. With a quiet growl, she attempted to call the shadows to prevent her fingers to continue their incessant typing. However, the darkness once beckoned in became accomplice to the curse; much to the knight’s aggravation, dark digits aided her hands in the current description of the mundane routine of her day life.
In a flash of uncontrolled rage, Integra was about to hurl the device to the ground, ready to shatter it to pieces. What foolishness would I reveal in this state? mused as the the sapphire orb of her good eye glowed with a ruby incandesce. In that same instant, a revealing entry caught her undivided attention. The computer was rescued from damage and, thus, the last of the Hellsings filtered from properly suspicious parties.
[[Filtered from Rip van Winkle and Luke Valentine]]
“The recent murder,” she began, leaving all the frustration and anger buried beneath the surface. She straightened her posture and addressed the Network without much of a glimpse of what had previously transpired. Not a single hair in the wrong place or any trace of emotion behind the gleam of her spectacles. “Who has more information about it?”
(ooc; Willlll try to backdate Integra’s log in the bonfire entry if I have time! Assume she was around, not cursed! /o. Yes, slightly purple).