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[Italics= snippets of a very heated argument between Integra and Rufus Scrimegour Fudge (head of the Ministry of Magic). Mood reads as "busy" and her icon's the "Hair pulled back and lighting a cigar" one unless the conversation's heard.]
[Fudge] "You seem to think that by firing off that letter of yours we would suddenly stop using your organization to help improve-"
[Integra] " 'Improve' what, exactly? The Hellsing Organization has existed centuries before the Ministry was even a thought, and as I stated, I will not have my family's legacy be used as some sort of lap dog service for you nor anyone else! How DARE you come here and attempt to assume that you know how this organization runs."
[Fudge] "Your father-"
[Integra] [voice dropping to a very quiet tone, spoken slowly] "You will not bring my father's reputation or name into this debacle, and you will leave now."
[Fudge] [voice fading as he exits the office] "[...]What would he say about how you're handling things, I wonder?
[Private, not hackable]
...*exhalles, takes out a cigar and lights it* He would more than likely congratulate me for not bending to someone's will.
*eyes the cigar, puts it into her ash tray and calls for tea to be brought in*
[/Private]
[Fudge] "You seem to think that by firing off that letter of yours we would suddenly stop using your organization to help improve-"
[Integra] " 'Improve' what, exactly? The Hellsing Organization has existed centuries before the Ministry was even a thought, and as I stated, I will not have my family's legacy be used as some sort of lap dog service for you nor anyone else! How DARE you come here and attempt to assume that you know how this organization runs."
[Fudge] "Your father-"
[Integra] [voice dropping to a very quiet tone, spoken slowly] "You will not bring my father's reputation or name into this debacle, and you will leave now."
[Fudge] [voice fading as he exits the office] "[...]What would he say about how you're handling things, I wonder?
[Private, not hackable]
...*exhalles, takes out a cigar and lights it* He would more than likely congratulate me for not bending to someone's will.
*eyes the cigar, puts it into her ash tray and calls for tea to be brought in*
[/Private]