There's No Sympathy for the Dead

[the_police_girl]

Who:  Seras Victoria the_police_girl  and ANY POOR SOUL
Where: Mariner High School
When: Backdated to Monday July 19th, Beginning of 2nd Phase of the Lavos Plot. After/During this Post.
Rating: PG-13/R for violence.
Summary: Seras got her chip taken out. She's also being very affected by this event. Everyone she comes in contact with, she thinks is a ghoul... She's

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[kagayakashi]

Someone was coming.

Gathering up all the courage she had, Gracia left her room in the high school, wrapping blankets around her shoulders in a protective manner. She knew there was something wrong with her; the nightmares were too real, too accurate. It was like she could touch the apparitions that shook her in her sleep. And when she heard the commotion outside...she assumed the worst. Was she still even in bed, resting? Was she actually walking out that door, peering out into the empty hall, trying to find the source of noise?

Yes. Yes she was.

The voices caught up with her, though⎯Nobunaga's dark, dreary taunting and Orochi's other-worldly whisper that drifted in and out of her consciousness over and over again. But then were their voices what she was really hearing? Or was it someone else? Was it the voice of that person she was trying to find out here in the hallway?

Her questions soon found its answer. Her eyes widened beyond reason as they scanned over a woman⎯woman?⎯covered head to to toe in

[the_police_girl]

God, no, I need to get out.

Master... Why did you leave...?

The girl was aimlessly shuffling down the hallway, using the wall as support as she stumbled over her own feet, occasionally falling against it. As she pushed herself upright to continue her hunt for safety, something caught her attention.

That noise--... The bloodied vampiress jerked her head back towards the source, eyes widening as she took in what she thought was a hulking ghoul heading towards her. She released a shrill cry, falling back onto the floor.

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[yiban_youtiao]

The gardener had left the garden some time ago--it seemed so small now. Wandering the hallways that seemed familiar and yet...different. But the Netherworld wasn't the most static of p;aces--perhaps Yuyuko had rearranged some things.

But there was something that shouldn't be here.

A ghost.

...and yet Youmu felt no fear. Not in the slightest.

She drew the larger Roukanken without hesitation.

The ghost must have been a hostile one, covered in very mortal blood. Dangerous.

"Please leave here."

[shvibz]

There was a sudden stench in the air.

It was not a stench that Anastasia Nikolaevna should have been familiar with. But given her brother Alexei’s illness - the “English disease”, as some called it, because of the fact that the Romanovs had inherited it from Queen Victoria’s lineage through Anastasia’s mother - the stench of blood was something that Anastasia was all too familiar with. Alexei, however, had never bled to the point that the smell made Anastasia feel sick. She rose to her feet, pinching her nose, being careful not to waste precious time - because if there was one thing that Anastasia had learned about hemophiliacs, it was that time meant everything.

“Alexei?” Anastasia called, stepping towards the sobs.

And then she stopped, frozen to the spot by the sight of what she thought was her brother covered in blood, letting out a terrible scream.

[the_police_girl]

The girl was leaning against the wall, using it as support as she made her way down the hallway. Bloody tears streamed down her face, eyes bleeding in and out from their familiar cerulean into a bright, devilish red as her vampiric form was attempting to take control while she was in such a weak state.

The scream; the fear in the girls voice triggered the Hunger within her, like a wolf to a trembling rabbit. A malicious grin stretched the girl's bloodstained face as she eyed the girl down the hall. The creature of the night released a sound akin to a purr before she took a step forward, much more confident than she had been previously.

[shvibz]

Where was Father Grigory? Or, to be more precise, where were her mother and father? It was not as if a mere Grand Duchess such as Anastasia was able to summon the only person who could help Alexei to what the girl thought was Tsarskoe Selo. “Alexei,” she began, slowly stumbling towards the figure at the end of the hall, “Alexei, I am going to find Mama and Papa. And then they will call Father Grigory. And he will pray for you and - ”

Anastasia came to a sudden stop just a few feet away from the bloodied figure at the end of the hall. Why hadn’t her parents summoned Father Grigory already? How could she have been the only one who was aware of Alexei’s most recent attack? And where was Derevenko, the sailor who was supposed to be watching Alexei?

“Alexei?”

Anastasia blinked, rubbing her eyes, realizing that the figure in front of her was not the person she thought it was.

[the_police_girl]

As the girl removed her hands from her eyes, she would come to find the figure before was now mere inches away, glowering down at the girl, every detail of her face shadowed aside from the glow of her ruby red eyes and the glistening white of her jagged teeth.

It was most unfortunate for the poor girl...that she come in contact with Seras in such a state. For in her eyes, she was nothing more than a plaything; another ghoul she could pick at and pull apart to her dark little heart's content.

[mintroyalcowboy]

He had kept to the halls of the high school this whole time, preferring to be security than someone locked up in a room. It had kept him sane for the most part, and it could have stayed that way if it hadn't been for the sudden stench of old blood that washed over him in waves.

That smell always made him sick, and brought back old memories would have preferred to forget. That's when he caught the sobs, distant and indistinct as they bounced off the high walls--but they were familiar, and they had him moving.

It took him several wrong turns, before he found the sorry sight of Seras covered in blood. He hissed, and went down by her side. "Mignonette?!"

It brought back flashes of the blood smeared walls of the Hellsing manor, he could almost smell the gun powder and smoke and there was a ghost pain of shrapnel in his side. When he looked at Seras again, he could only seen the broken image of her without an arm and tears of blood flowing from where her eyes once were---All memories he'd rather be without.

[the_police_girl]

Oh, Pip.

If only she'd had some grasp on reality, she would have eagerly clung to his form, happily accepting his help.

The only issue though, as it were, was that she was entirely out of focus with the real world, and the man that was kneeling beside her was not her beloved Captain--

Well, no, that's a lie. It was her beloved Captain, but he was naught but pure horror personified, grotesque and deteriorating before her.

She released a shrill cry, lashing out at him and shoving him away --which with her strength would have him on his ass and sliding back a good foot or four-- attempting to scramble to her feet and run, but she just couldn't gain her footing. "N-NO! S-s-stay back! Please!"

[evaluative]

It was disorienting-- an odd sensation. Almost as though what he knew and what he was experiencing were two different things. And as time went on, it was becoming more and more difficult for Huey to tell which was correct. Every hold that he seemed to have on reality would slip away, replaced by something just as temporary.

Regain, repeat.

Though this was strange...different from his usual dreams. If he was still dreaming. No, this is different. He'd learned to tell the difference years ago, after too many nights waking up from dreams of-- no. That line of thinking was not about to help him now. (Maybe he was beyond help.)

As he made his way down the hallway of the school-- there was a door here, wasn't there? or was that the other school?-- he heard someone. Coming this way. At this time, he didn't feel like dealing with (the people who worked here, that girl) whoever else was trapped here; even so, it was likely that it would have ended up happening sooner or later.

Well, no matter. How long had it been since he'd

[the_police_girl]

Only the truly unlucky would end up in the Queen of Poor Luck's wake

[evaluative]

As Huey continued down the halls (and by now, it wasn't like anything he remembered, this school or the library), a figure came into view at the other end of the hallway. From a distance, he couldn't tell who it was, but even as he came closer, she still didn't look familiar

[the_police_girl]

A voice. So close to her.

!!

Without warning, the girl lashed out, swinging a clawed hand at the man and slicing clear and deep across his chest. She stumbled back, as if from the force of her own blow, falling back against the --non-imagined-- wall.

Seeing that the creature had yet to fall, she readied herself for another attack, mouth stretching in a sneer, baring glistening white fangs. The terrified cerulean of before bled into a deadly crimson as she eyed the one before her, as if searching out a weak spot.