Talk about an ice breaker
Characters: Integra Hellsing and Miles Edgeworth
Content: Like all men and women of good breeding, Edgeworth and Integra get to know each other in the traditional manner: by trying to stab each other with sharp, bladed weapons
Setting: The upper decks of the Victoria II, slightly before hijinks with Sho and Draklor
Time: Mid Afternoon
Warnings: Sparring with swords?
To Edgeworth's great regret, he didn't get as many opportunities to talk to Sir Hellsing as he would like. While they weren't exactly strangers, the entire sum of their interactions had been brief, to the point, and relegated mostly to orders and reports. While normally he appreciated such brisk professionalism, it did little to satisfy his curiosity. There was still much he did not know about the woman, and that irritated him more than he'd like to admit.
A short conversation, however, provided a convenient stepping stone. Edgeworth admitted that he had been out of practice with his own swordmanship, while he pointed out that Hellsing was in top shape. A bit of practice could help them both out, yes? They had agreed on this, and now all Edgeworth had to do was wait. He stood on the top deck at the appointed time, and his jacket had been set aside while his usual neckpiece was nowhere to be accounted for. His saber remained in the scabbard around his waist, and he watched for signs of Hellsing's approached.
Content: Like all men and women of good breeding, Edgeworth and Integra get to know each other in the traditional manner: by trying to stab each other with sharp, bladed weapons
Setting: The upper decks of the Victoria II, slightly before hijinks with Sho and Draklor
Time: Mid Afternoon
Warnings: Sparring with swords?
To Edgeworth's great regret, he didn't get as many opportunities to talk to Sir Hellsing as he would like. While they weren't exactly strangers, the entire sum of their interactions had been brief, to the point, and relegated mostly to orders and reports. While normally he appreciated such brisk professionalism, it did little to satisfy his curiosity. There was still much he did not know about the woman, and that irritated him more than he'd like to admit.
A short conversation, however, provided a convenient stepping stone. Edgeworth admitted that he had been out of practice with his own swordmanship, while he pointed out that Hellsing was in top shape. A bit of practice could help them both out, yes? They had agreed on this, and now all Edgeworth had to do was wait. He stood on the top deck at the appointed time, and his jacket had been set aside while his usual neckpiece was nowhere to be accounted for. His saber remained in the scabbard around his waist, and he watched for signs of Hellsing's approached.