A whip, heavy firearms, and a pleasant walk
Characters: Integra Hellsing, Franziska von Karma
Content: Integra seeks information in Melior. Franziska von Karma runs into her. Two extremely antisocial, violent people attempt to have a normal conversation.
Setting: Melior
Time: Day, shortly after the questioning's over
Warnings: Copious amounts of Arrogant Bitch?
Hellsing had certainly shrunk in the time since Integra had left it. Whatever fool had been appointed to take her place during her "transfer" had pulled every operative out of Melior, probably thinking to deploy them nearer the Badlands. Never mind that Melior was the center of technology for all Ivona, never mind that Hellsing depended on its advances in anti-monster weaponry and reported back to the laboratories even before it reported back to the government with its combat analyses, and never mind that she'd expressly stated that she wanted no troop redeployments without her signed and sealed permission. She had found the Hellsing outpost's building locked and boarded, soon to be replaced with a restaurant. The humiliation was biting.
With an angry twist of her mouth, she turned from the empty building and chose a familiar street to walk, lined with shops selling the latest in civilian technology. She had no real reason to return to the ship; the intellectual stimulation in the streets of Melior was bound to be at least a thousand times greater than in interaction with the crew, and besides, she had grown tired of having only the same deck to pace every day.
She moved further down the street, sleeves of her jacket's uniform hanging loose from her shoulders. Hopefully Melior could provide some small distraction from the humiliation still burning in her gut; as it was, her fists were clenched at her sides and her teeth were losing the battle not to grind loudly enough for passerby to hear.
Content: Integra seeks information in Melior. Franziska von Karma runs into her. Two extremely antisocial, violent people attempt to have a normal conversation.
Setting: Melior
Time: Day, shortly after the questioning's over
Warnings: Copious amounts of Arrogant Bitch?
Hellsing had certainly shrunk in the time since Integra had left it. Whatever fool had been appointed to take her place during her "transfer" had pulled every operative out of Melior, probably thinking to deploy them nearer the Badlands. Never mind that Melior was the center of technology for all Ivona, never mind that Hellsing depended on its advances in anti-monster weaponry and reported back to the laboratories even before it reported back to the government with its combat analyses, and never mind that she'd expressly stated that she wanted no troop redeployments without her signed and sealed permission. She had found the Hellsing outpost's building locked and boarded, soon to be replaced with a restaurant. The humiliation was biting.
With an angry twist of her mouth, she turned from the empty building and chose a familiar street to walk, lined with shops selling the latest in civilian technology. She had no real reason to return to the ship; the intellectual stimulation in the streets of Melior was bound to be at least a thousand times greater than in interaction with the crew, and besides, she had grown tired of having only the same deck to pace every day.
She moved further down the street, sleeves of her jacket's uniform hanging loose from her shoulders. Hopefully Melior could provide some small distraction from the humiliation still burning in her gut; as it was, her fists were clenched at her sides and her teeth were losing the battle not to grind loudly enough for passerby to hear.