The first of the household meets the last; Old and New
Who: master_helsing, bloodthirsts, psyd_seward, untamable_angel
When: After Seras's introduction, before sirens.
Where: Tower Apartments to Winthers Lake Manor; Stoker Household
Summary: Van Helsing greets the newest member of his Hellsing Organization and introduces her to the roots of the Hellsing family.
Warnings: None
Nothing under the sun is new, neither is any man able to say: Behold this is new: for it hath already gone before in the ages that were before us.
~Ecclesiastes 1:10
Abraham van Helsing wrung the leathery straps of his carriage reigns as he recalled that scripture. For the feeling he was experiencing did indeed seem new to him, yet the burning sensation at the mouth of his blood-line reminded him that it was truly old as time. Old as the monster he had slain long ago, but whose scent felt new and unpolluted like blood freshly spilled. Metallic, cloying, nauseating.
It had almost startled him the moment he felt it. The sting of his blood and the scorching sensation of the seals he had wrapped around that creature long gone from here. Van Helsing had steeled himself, awaiting for his fated rival, no, his slave to rear his hideous skull and let his shadow splatter at the vampire hunter's feet. He had waited and waited, sending his thoughts through the braided seals to find his beastly chattel... but not an answer came.
Nothing. Nothing but the words of a young and sprightly girl upon the Network. Who was this young lady? This Seras Victoria. This girl who caused the binding sigils, his pact with the dark arts, to flicker with life. Outwardly she seemed a bright ray in a dark night, if not a tad naive. Ah, but how deceptive the Network allowed one to be.
Van Helsing would see her face to face and pass judgement with eyes keen and unveiling as that of an omnipotent god.
From afar the sound of iron hooves against concrete clicked and clacked, heralding a great black Friesian Shire and a white Shire. The mare and stallion were gargantuan in size, obviously genetically modified... yet they had to be to pull the black war-chariot that rose up behind their muscled backs.
On the casual occasion, Van Helsing would use the simple two-wheeled fly to whisk himself into town. But as it was close to dark, he settled for the fully Darkness-proofed vehicle. A daunting and threatening transport, it was a design he had in mind to cause the creeping night to pale and flee from its coming.
The carriage rolled to a smooth stop outside the doorways of the Tower Apartments, and from the driver's seat dropped a seasoned man in an all too familiar crimson duster. At 175cm it was clear that age had slightly shrunk him from his younger days, yet it did not deter from his subduing presence.
From the curb his hawk-like eyes could spy her awaiting almost as a loyal Labrador would. Straightening the lapels of his coat and fixing the black cravat under his strong chin, he then raised a white-gloved hand to her and called with a strong argot.
"I say! Are you quite at the ready, Madam Victoria?"
When: After Seras's introduction, before sirens.
Where: Tower Apartments to Winthers Lake Manor; Stoker Household
Summary: Van Helsing greets the newest member of his Hellsing Organization and introduces her to the roots of the Hellsing family.
Warnings: None
Nothing under the sun is new, neither is any man able to say: Behold this is new: for it hath already gone before in the ages that were before us.
~Ecclesiastes 1:10
Abraham van Helsing wrung the leathery straps of his carriage reigns as he recalled that scripture. For the feeling he was experiencing did indeed seem new to him, yet the burning sensation at the mouth of his blood-line reminded him that it was truly old as time. Old as the monster he had slain long ago, but whose scent felt new and unpolluted like blood freshly spilled. Metallic, cloying, nauseating.
It had almost startled him the moment he felt it. The sting of his blood and the scorching sensation of the seals he had wrapped around that creature long gone from here. Van Helsing had steeled himself, awaiting for his fated rival, no, his slave to rear his hideous skull and let his shadow splatter at the vampire hunter's feet. He had waited and waited, sending his thoughts through the braided seals to find his beastly chattel... but not an answer came.
Nothing. Nothing but the words of a young and sprightly girl upon the Network. Who was this young lady? This Seras Victoria. This girl who caused the binding sigils, his pact with the dark arts, to flicker with life. Outwardly she seemed a bright ray in a dark night, if not a tad naive. Ah, but how deceptive the Network allowed one to be.
Van Helsing would see her face to face and pass judgement with eyes keen and unveiling as that of an omnipotent god.
From afar the sound of iron hooves against concrete clicked and clacked, heralding a great black Friesian Shire and a white Shire. The mare and stallion were gargantuan in size, obviously genetically modified... yet they had to be to pull the black war-chariot that rose up behind their muscled backs.
On the casual occasion, Van Helsing would use the simple two-wheeled fly to whisk himself into town. But as it was close to dark, he settled for the fully Darkness-proofed vehicle. A daunting and threatening transport, it was a design he had in mind to cause the creeping night to pale and flee from its coming.
The carriage rolled to a smooth stop outside the doorways of the Tower Apartments, and from the driver's seat dropped a seasoned man in an all too familiar crimson duster. At 175cm it was clear that age had slightly shrunk him from his younger days, yet it did not deter from his subduing presence.
From the curb his hawk-like eyes could spy her awaiting almost as a loyal Labrador would. Straightening the lapels of his coat and fixing the black cravat under his strong chin, he then raised a white-gloved hand to her and called with a strong argot.
"I say! Are you quite at the ready, Madam Victoria?"