Peers of the realm

[indiepellew]

Who: Admiral Sir Edward Pellew & Sir Integra Hellsing. Possibly Ianto Jones, if he's in?
What: Two knights of the realm (okay, probably not of the same realm...) meet for tea (and scones).
When: After the events on this journal entry
Where: Integra's flat
Rating: TBD
Status: Incomplete.

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[strictlymaster]

Already, Integra had set up temporary headquarters. There was no need to -- she did not have a working operation, she did not have people to command, she had no immediate foe. However, she had been made aware of the presence of vampires in town, and wanted to be ready for any possible attacks headed her way.

Also, there was safety in paranoia.

Somehow the bank of Aternaville had been able to access her accounts, despite the blatant fact that this was not her world. Must be the same strange magic that brought me here, she reasoned, but was not one to complain and spent a great deal furnishing her new flat. (It was rather suitable, despite her complaints.)

The doorbell rang at the end of the hall and Integra hardly looked up from the papers in her hands. "Mr. Jones, would you please invite Admiral Pellew inside? I'm expecting him."

[teapot_jones]

Given that the town's resident vampire was more interested in things to do (and possibly booze) than attacking, Ianto was fairly certain that there wouldn't be much of an attack. Granted, he didn't say as much, since it seemed to make Integra happy to plan for the worst.

Well. Worst when it came to vampires, at least. Ianto didn't have the heart to tell her that aliens tend to be worse and that neither held a candle to fairies.

Ianto, in a new suit (one he disliked intensely but one couldn't go to work in jeans) set down the folders he had been filing away at the sound of the doorbell. "Shall I send him to the sitting room or will you entertain him in the study?" Ianto did not smile. Really. He didn't.

He wanted to, though.

And once he got Integra's answer, he strode with purpose across the flat and pulled open the door.

[indiepellew]

Pellew had been lost in thought - so he was a little taken back as the door opened suddenly. But once he realised the man standing in the doorway was not (probably) French, he relaxed (putting his hand down from where it had automatically flown to his sword hilt).

"Sir Integra, I presume?"

[teapot_jones]

Not at all French. And when he opened his mouth, the accent cinched it. Welsh, not French. Which, by some standards, wasn't much better, but at least he wasn't a frog.

"Amusingly, no. I'm the butler. Admiral Pellew, I presume?" he asked and stepped aside, allowing the Admiral to enter. The scones and the Admiral's coat would more than likely end up in Ianto's hands for proper disposition and a minute or so later, Ianto would be leading the man through the flat.

[indiepellew]

"Especially since the Admiralty tends towards cold hard facts more than interesting anecdotes. Of which I could fill several log books with alone, incidentally." He leaned forward to refill the cups. "I must admit, though, I was never a model student. I much rather preferred being outdoors." He chuckled. "And it shows, with my rather abysmal grasp of European languages."