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[hellsingmaster]

[The feed opens due to Sir Hellsing's absent fiddling with the device and the images wobbles a bit at first, but eventually settles to see Integra seated at her desk staring out of the window.

She's smoking a cigar, gaze a bit abstracted. She taps a finger on the arm of her chair, exhales a cloud of smoke and shakes her head slightly.]Christmas

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[harkonnenorbust]

.... Sir....?

[hellsingmaster]

What is it, Seras?

[harkonnenorbust]

N-nothing...

Happy Christmas, Sir.

[hellsingmaster]

Likewise.

[13sugars]

[They may be on not speaking terms, but damnit he'll put his stubborn idiocy aside for one night.]

Merry Christmas, Sir Hellsing.

[hellsingmaster]

And you, Father.

[loyal_credo]

While I don't expect anything merry from this place, I do hope your Christmas will be at least quiet and peaceful.

[hellsingmaster]

Thank you, Credo. And yours, as well.