[Closed] ...and your enemies closer
Who: be-my-servant, nobiscum_deus, (and perfectmaid)
What: To enjoy fine tea and certainly not scout the enemy out
When: A super-backdate to some two-ish weeks ago
Where: Room 5-5
Warnings: ....A vampire and tea?
It was only a matter of time before one of their kind was brought aboard the S.S. Thor. Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing was a vampire hunter and there was absolutely no getting around that fact. This would cause problems inevitably-that much was sure-especially with Flandre running about as she did. It was near impossible to tell when that girl would do something to agitate or provoke the hunter, despite Remilia's unique talent regarding fate.
Their conversation over the Guide could only tell Remilia so much. She was obviously human, still young, wealthy, very proud, and seemed to be from England (or an equivalent of). Perhaps under normal circumstances, that would stand to be enough, but now, the eldest Scarlet needed to know everything she could. Hunters, no matter the appearance, race, age, or skill, always needed to be dealt with seriously. Anything with the intent and means to kill always needed to be dealt with seriously.
What better circumstance would there be to get to know her soon-to-be foe than over a cup of tea? The hospitality of a Scarlet would extend to this Sir Hellsing, hunter or not, as long as there was a promise of civility. Besides, surely an Englishwoman of such a cultured standing would be appreciative of good tea. Remilia had sent Sakuya for some of Youmu's self-grown tealeaves, leaving the selection up to the maid's judgement. Sakuya wouldn't be long; she never was. Both the chief maid and Patchouli had been informed of Integra's "occupation". Patchouli would no doubt inform Koakuma if she deemed it important for the familiar to know, and Meiling would be informed on return from her leave. Flandre.... Remilia had yet to decide on whether to inform her childish sister yet.
With a sigh, the vampire leaned back into her chair, closing her book and placing it on the dining room table (a pathetic table it was; at least, by her standards. By gods, she missed her mansion!). It was nearly noon; Sir Hellsing would be arriving any minute now. The knight seemed to be religious, as misfortune would have it. The fanatical hunters were always the most difficult to deal with.
At least the tea was something to look forward to.
What: To enjoy fine tea and certainly not scout the enemy out
When: A super-backdate to some two-ish weeks ago
Where: Room 5-5
Warnings: ....A vampire and tea?
It was only a matter of time before one of their kind was brought aboard the S.S. Thor. Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing was a vampire hunter and there was absolutely no getting around that fact. This would cause problems inevitably-that much was sure-especially with Flandre running about as she did. It was near impossible to tell when that girl would do something to agitate or provoke the hunter, despite Remilia's unique talent regarding fate.
Their conversation over the Guide could only tell Remilia so much. She was obviously human, still young, wealthy, very proud, and seemed to be from England (or an equivalent of). Perhaps under normal circumstances, that would stand to be enough, but now, the eldest Scarlet needed to know everything she could. Hunters, no matter the appearance, race, age, or skill, always needed to be dealt with seriously. Anything with the intent and means to kill always needed to be dealt with seriously.
What better circumstance would there be to get to know her soon-to-be foe than over a cup of tea? The hospitality of a Scarlet would extend to this Sir Hellsing, hunter or not, as long as there was a promise of civility. Besides, surely an Englishwoman of such a cultured standing would be appreciative of good tea. Remilia had sent Sakuya for some of Youmu's self-grown tealeaves, leaving the selection up to the maid's judgement. Sakuya wouldn't be long; she never was. Both the chief maid and Patchouli had been informed of Integra's "occupation". Patchouli would no doubt inform Koakuma if she deemed it important for the familiar to know, and Meiling would be informed on return from her leave. Flandre.... Remilia had yet to decide on whether to inform her childish sister yet.
With a sigh, the vampire leaned back into her chair, closing her book and placing it on the dining room table (a pathetic table it was; at least, by her standards. By gods, she missed her mansion!). It was nearly noon; Sir Hellsing would be arriving any minute now. The knight seemed to be religious, as misfortune would have it. The fanatical hunters were always the most difficult to deal with.
At least the tea was something to look forward to.