A whip, heavy firearms, and a pleasant walk

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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?

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[its_karma_fool]

Usually, Franziska saw no need to leave the ship, even - especially - when leave was granted. It was only when the foolish, bothersome crew had departed that she could wander the Victoria's halls without running into some bit of mayhem or buffoon masquerading as a crew member. When she was empty, the Victoria was pristine, less a house of mad-men and more like the proud, glorious vessel she should be.

However, duty oft called at the worst of times - the chain of command had left her in charge of sending off reports on the latest events, not to mention the up-keep of files on the new recruits. Franziska had also submitted several terse requests for a proper records keeper. What sort of fool had forgotten to station one aboard the VictoriaHer usual scowl still in place, Franziska continued her steady pace through the city, her whip hanging from her belt like a gun harness. She idly repositioned a stray piece of hair - damn the wind in this town - then paused when she caught sight of a somewhat familiar figure walking down the street.

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((Sorry for late tag!!))

Integra was not so far engrossed in thoughts of bureaucratic rage that she did not catch Franziska von Karma's nod. She was almost startled briefly; she was unused to seeing the Quartermaster anywhere but on the ship, keeping the crew in line, something Integra did not need to be told she did very well. There was little else to go by, however; aside from brief exchanges during the undead attack, Integra had never exchanged more than basic formalities with the woman.

She forced her jaw to unclench - there was no reason von Karma should know she was angry, let alone the reason - slowing slightly as she approached. "Good day, Commander," she said.

[its_karma_fool]

Franziska hardly noticed the minuscule widening of Hellsing's eyes - she was quite used to her appearance outside the helms room causing stir amongst the crew. She stopped just short of the older woman, hand placed habitually on her hip. "To you as well, Lieutenant."

In a rare display of tact, Franziska reigned in her normally overbearing presence - she severely doubted that abrasive badgering would garner any useful information out of Hellsing, and there were quite a few questions she wanted answering. "Out on business?"

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"Lieutenant Commander, if you please," Integra said coolly. Her demotion still stung hideously, and she was not going to be accorded any less rank than she had, no matter what a breach of conduct it was to point it out. "I am out on business. I was seeking information regarding... recent events. Unfortunately, my organization apparently no longer has a branch in Melior." Her eyes narrowed as she said it, but there was no other indication that she rather wanted to shoot something until it stopped twitching. "Are you here for a similar reason?"