♠ 18
[[Recorded Personal Journal. Off Network]]
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Monday. January Fourth.
[In all the times she has recorded in her personal notes. None of them her voice sounded so crystalline. It's almost odd to listen to her younger voice while keeping an adult mind. She pauses and continues.]
My self-training had to be put on hold with the likes of Rip van Winkle affection my agenda and with the guests I had to humour. However, I didn't want to delay more the exploring of the array of abilities at my disposal. I had grown sick to see my own youthful face, I don't feel like a young woman, perhaps is the distaste of an embittered old hag. I thought I could shapeshift into my true age, however this... [A hiss. Almost comical in her light tone of voice. Her huffing is petulant for a "girl of her age"] This was unexpected and Alucard couldn't shut up even when I emptied a round of bullets when he began to laugh. Admittedly, the mental powers had been easier to me than the physical ones. It seems Seras is a natural for the latter while I am more adept to the former.
There had to be something positive about this incident. To be able to learn how to fight and move in this compacted form, it could be beneficial in the long run. I have decided to keep it for the time being. My strength and fortitude did not seem affected, but I shall taste my self-restrain around the City. Call it a social experiment.
[Her voice turns smug.]
I do think Alucard would stop laughing when he finds himself evicted from our coffin tonight.
[[Hellsing Headquarters]]
I shall be out tonight, but I will return when dawn breaks. The City doesn't truly appeals me, but I'm going to make an exception in this case.
[[She fed before leaving the headquarters. A warm cup of AB negative drank in gingerly sips. She may be undead, but she was still an Englishwoman and she kept the aesthetics and manners of her countrymen. One advantage of drinking Alucard's blood was the power given by Schrödinger's self-will observation, to be immersed in the realm of possibilities. Naturally, she had less possibilities in the City, crippled by the barriers and the damper of the supernatural abilities. Although, this could be for the best. The adjusting to this life had been daunting. She sympathised with Seras Victoria's plight more.
There was this teenage girl walking on the streets, moonlight as her companion. Long blonde hair, glasses and a patch covering the left eye. She was dressed in a long blue skirt and wearing a loose white blouse with a red ribbon tied at the collar.
She had a serious expression and a cigar between her fingers. Perhaps she wasn't a little girl after all.]]
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Monday. January Fourth.
[In all the times she has recorded in her personal notes. None of them her voice sounded so crystalline. It's almost odd to listen to her younger voice while keeping an adult mind. She pauses and continues.]
My self-training had to be put on hold with the likes of Rip van Winkle affection my agenda and with the guests I had to humour. However, I didn't want to delay more the exploring of the array of abilities at my disposal. I had grown sick to see my own youthful face, I don't feel like a young woman, perhaps is the distaste of an embittered old hag. I thought I could shapeshift into my true age, however this... [A hiss. Almost comical in her light tone of voice. Her huffing is petulant for a "girl of her age"] This was unexpected and Alucard couldn't shut up even when I emptied a round of bullets when he began to laugh. Admittedly, the mental powers had been easier to me than the physical ones. It seems Seras is a natural for the latter while I am more adept to the former.
There had to be something positive about this incident. To be able to learn how to fight and move in this compacted form, it could be beneficial in the long run. I have decided to keep it for the time being. My strength and fortitude did not seem affected, but I shall taste my self-restrain around the City. Call it a social experiment.
[Her voice turns smug.]
I do think Alucard would stop laughing when he finds himself evicted from our coffin tonight.
[[Hellsing Headquarters]]
I shall be out tonight, but I will return when dawn breaks. The City doesn't truly appeals me, but I'm going to make an exception in this case.
[[She fed before leaving the headquarters. A warm cup of AB negative drank in gingerly sips. She may be undead, but she was still an Englishwoman and she kept the aesthetics and manners of her countrymen. One advantage of drinking Alucard's blood was the power given by Schrödinger's self-will observation, to be immersed in the realm of possibilities. Naturally, she had less possibilities in the City, crippled by the barriers and the damper of the supernatural abilities. Although, this could be for the best. The adjusting to this life had been daunting. She sympathised with Seras Victoria's plight more.
There was this teenage girl walking on the streets, moonlight as her companion. Long blonde hair, glasses and a patch covering the left eye. She was dressed in a long blue skirt and wearing a loose white blouse with a red ribbon tied at the collar.
She had a serious expression and a cigar between her fingers. Perhaps she wasn't a little girl after all.]]