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Order 285

Jan 05, 2009 15:42

There wasn't this amount of cheap melodrama over the bloody zombies or the aftermath harsher curses such as the black plague or the witch trials. Food for thought over what we choose to protest about.

[[James Bond // Visible to Alucard]]

Tea shall be served at four-thirty o'clock sharp.

[[Hellsing]]Mr. Bond was invited for tea this afternoon. ( Read more... )

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ooc yesconsiderably January 6 2009, 01:19:37 UTC

[If you don't mind, maybe that's best?]

ooc steeldame January 6 2009, 01:35:54 UTC

(ooc; Integra, Alucard, James order?).

ooc yesconsiderably January 6 2009, 01:43:44 UTC

[That works for me. :)]

Action post+ooc note steeldame January 6 2009, 01:55:26 UTC

[Integra's office was slightly different to her original, homely workplace back in London. The space she counted with, in spite of the flat dimensions, was narrow as contrast with the immense Manor at her disposal. The room wasn't half empty with a desk in middle, a large window and a few portraits, but richly decorated with armours and weaponry. Personal items she kept in long corridors and hallways.

Once her City headquarters were built, she would rearrange the accommodations.

The desk contained only the needed folders and papers that Mr. Bond would require for their business transaction.

She turned off the device of the Network, crushed her finished cigar on the ashtray and looked at the clock on the wall.]

Why don't you escort our upcoming guest, Alucard? It's almost four-thirty.

[Bastien might trip during the escort. She trusted the vampire to be slightly less embarrassing first impression.]

(ooc; Oh wait, Bastien needs to bring the snacks+tea eventually, I'll prod Liz when she's online again. But for now, let's stick in ( ... )

Action! hercount January 6 2009, 02:02:28 UTC

[He stepped from the walls, shadows blurring the line from where he came from and the room he entered. The obnoxious red coat was gone, his plain black suit and white oxford shirt in order, that strange eyeball tie worn over it. Reddish tinted lenses covered his eyes, shielding the odd glow and color. His hair and beard were on the scruffy side]

Using the door, Countess?

[Alucard purred, hands falling on her shoulders, a teasing laugh at the edge of his address]

Action! yesconsiderably January 6 2009, 02:10:32 UTC

[Bond arrives on time, well-dressed in a dark suit, and armed but prepared to remove his gun for safekeeping while he meets.]

Action! steeldame January 6 2009, 02:43:04 UTC

[She disapproves of the tie, but she knows that is the closest of normal wardrobe she can ask of him and his theatrical tastes]

Yes, opening the door and closing it without going through it. You don't wish to startle Mr. Bond and have him waste ammunition in you, do you?

[She dismisses him with a hand wave.]

Now go.

Action! hercount January 6 2009, 02:54:38 UTC

[Adjusts the tie and tilts his head down, allowing the glasses to slide across his nose enough for the glitter of one red iris to show]

Heh. Of course.

[Then gives a bow of the head before exiting through the door properly and moving to greet their guest]

Mister Bond? I'm Alucard. Follow me.

[He took in the other man, assessing his look and his reactions]

Action! yesconsiderably January 6 2009, 04:14:30 UTC

[Bond gives the man a cordial nod and the slightest of smiles, adjusting the button on his jacket as he follows. He gives Integral the same nod and smile when he sees her.]

James Bond. It's a pleasure to meet you in person.

[He offers a handshake to both.]

Action! steeldame January 6 2009, 04:20:28 UTC

[Integra rises from her chair and offers a polite bow of her head before taking his hand to shake. It's unusual for her to accept this greeting, but out of courtesy she follows suit]

Sir Integral Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing. The pleasure is all mine. You have Alucard already. Take a seat, please.

(ooc; Bastien will come before Alucard).

Action! deathbutler January 6 2009, 04:24:13 UTC

[It took him a while to prepare- Had to make it perfect! Absolutely perfect for the guests. At least, this persona did. Grell couldn't give a rat's ass, but- Bastien did. Curse this meek little act, sometimes.

But he had the tea, Darjeeling, he remembered, and... uch, warned blood, the right type, too. ... Far from the tea on the platter he carried, knocking politely on the door before he nudged it open, bowing a bit as he entered quietly, though the dishes shook a bit in his nervous hands]

Sirs. Tea.

Action! hercount January 6 2009, 04:26:08 UTC

[Alucard was seated at Integral's right hand, close enough that if Bond moved in any way Alucard disliked, Integral would be easily defended.

The vampire would not speak unless necessary or directly spoken to, Integral was more than capable of handling this on her own]

Action! yesconsiderably January 6 2009, 04:53:54 UTC

[Bond takes a seat and accepts the tea, noting Alucard's presence close to Integral and moving immediately to the assumption that he functions as a bodyguard of some sort. A role which Bond can appreciate.]

So what is it exactly that I can do for you, Sir Integral?

Action! steeldame January 6 2009, 05:19:21 UTC

Come in, Bastien.

[She gave permission to Bastien, eyes falling on the hour on the clock of the wall. Sharp enough. Hm.]

Darjeeling for Mr. Bond and I. A negative for Alucard. Bring the sandwiches and scones later.

[She sits down again and glances at Alucard then to Bond.]

I want, Mr. Bond, a security system capable to keep men and monsters out of the vicinity. I would detail the nature of our enemy, England's foe in my world, if you are still interested about my proposal.

Action! deathbutler January 7 2009, 05:44:04 UTC

[The tea is handed out by shaky hands- lips pursed very neatly, it was obvious the level on concentration that went in to not messing this up, hapless thing. After setting down Sir Hellsing's tea, he turned to Alucard, teeeentatively picking up the cup of blood and setting it down, the saucer rattling, his nervousness at handling a cup of blood.

But he managed, nodding hastily, with a murmured, "yessir, I'll prepare them". He even made it out of the room without tripping- and his screams wouldn't even be heard until much later]

Action! hercount January 7 2009, 06:34:17 UTC

[Smirks at Bastien's nervousness, eyes glowing in amusement, but hidden behind his ugly tinted sunglasses. He inclines his head and takes the blood, sipping it.]

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