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.
Notes: Presuming that characters can't see icons - only
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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."
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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.
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"Sir Integra, I presume?"
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"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.
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