[Ninth Light] Voice

[mintroyalcowboy]

[Someone's been zaaapped and the voice feed flairs to life with a collection of curses so colorfully stringed together in a heavy French accented that it can't even be typed it's that impressive.]

Son of a bitch. [That's the first thing that's clear enough to be heard. There's some fumbling as Pip grabs for the device.]

Merde, you could leave us

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[Voice]

[hellsingmaster]

Good, you're awake. Get in here, I need to have a discussion with you.

[Can go to action tags if you wants? Since I'm assuming he's in the apartment, mebbe. ♥]

[Voice--Action]

[mintroyalcowboy]

A discussion?

[That doesn't sound good. B| But here he comes wondering over.]

Is somezhing wrong, sir?

[Action]

[hellsingmaster]

[Integra leans back in her chair, staring at the captain thoughtfully. She lights a cigar, exhaling a dim cloud of smoke.]

Other than us being trapped here, Captain?

[An ironic chuckle.]

No, not only that. Item the first. What of Seras and her feeding?

[Action]

[mintroyalcowboy]

[That's all? Good. He'd hate to get a talk to from this woman.]

Ze last time...was ze only time she fed...After ze attack from me--zhat monster wearing my skin, sir--I 'aven't approached 'er about it. [Yeah, he's been avoiding that.]

[Action]

[hellsingmaster]

[She cocks an eyebrow.]

Make the effort. I want her fed at least once a week. And if you don't wish to provide the course, so to speak, find another willing donor.

Are we clear, Captain?

[Action]

[mintroyalcowboy]

[He frowns but nods.]

Understood, sir. I'll...'andle zhat as soon as possible.

[Action]

[hellsingmaster]

I'm counting on it.

Now. Item the second. You and Seras seem to have immersed in the populace here. I'll be brutally frank, Captain. We're going to need allies if we're going to take these damned scientists on.

In your interactions, have you by chance stumbled across any individuals you believe might be worthy of recruitment?

[Action]

[mintroyalcowboy]

Allies. I won't disagree we need man more of zhose.

...I 'ave not seen many zhat seem like ze soldier type sir. Ze one zhat could 'ave passed 'as been sent 'ome. Ze others are made of children. A man as well--and 'e does not seem like ze fighting type.

Per'aps Miss Victoria and I will come by more with zhis survival course we gained charge of.

[Action]

[hellsingmaster]

[Integra slumps back in her chair, temple propped on a hand.]

Bloody wonderful. Perhaps Discedo's getting rid of all those it fears.

[Which she might account to herself getting sent back, but when the place realized that Alucard was without leash, yanked her back again. She was just arrogant enough to consider the notion.]

Keep a look out, please. It's going to be nearly impossible to keep any sort of sanity in the upcoming days.

[Action]

[mintroyalcowboy]

[Pip's only response to that sign of frustration is to take a long drag from his own smoke and heave a sigh. The whole situation had always sucked, that was once truth.]

I'll keep an open eye, you can be sure of zhat.

[Action]

[hellsingmaster]

Hn. As will I.

Carry on, Captain.