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Entry tags:
Not as expected
Who:
13sugars,
fatherangeldust,
hainesangel,
tigress_of_kiev
Where: Somewhere in the snowy streets.
When: Shortly after this encounter
Rating: PG?
Summary: One Father Anderson seems to have an injury he needs tending to.
the log:
How annoying. The paladin was wounded... and completely by accident! The man had all intentions of striking down some green looking creature, and instead he found himself struck with two bullets. At first he thought it a misfire, as he hadn't seen Alucard point his guns toward him. Yet on a lighter note... the vampire had somehow taken the strike of the paladin's bayonets.
Not an entire loss....
The injury itself was serious. It was a handicap in his fighting and walking. The wound was upon his thigh and close to his knee. It appeared as though something had torn through muscles and bone to expose the bloodied flesh underneath the skin.
A difficult task to walk, but his mind was set on getting back to the church. Where he could at least have some manner of safety... away from everyone. Though he did take notice to the communicator much closer than he had the past few weeks. Upon doing so, he had heard another voice that had caught his attention as he staggered through the streets.
"Sir Integral Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing... and Millennium..."
Glaring down at the snow, Anderson simply decided it best to sit down. His eyes scanned the unsteady path he had made and grimaced at the sight of blood. He'd have to figure a way to stop the bleeding... unless monsters had already picked up the scent. While this wasn't a problem, he was hardly in the mood to fight, even though such actions were a source of entertainment for him.
Hellsing... and Millennium... He began to think once again. What was the purpose of bringing THEM here...?
Lost in his thoughts... Anderson was no longer aware of his current surroundings.
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Where: Somewhere in the snowy streets.
When: Shortly after this encounter
Rating: PG?
Summary: One Father Anderson seems to have an injury he needs tending to.
the log:
How annoying. The paladin was wounded... and completely by accident! The man had all intentions of striking down some green looking creature, and instead he found himself struck with two bullets. At first he thought it a misfire, as he hadn't seen Alucard point his guns toward him. Yet on a lighter note... the vampire had somehow taken the strike of the paladin's bayonets.
Not an entire loss....
The injury itself was serious. It was a handicap in his fighting and walking. The wound was upon his thigh and close to his knee. It appeared as though something had torn through muscles and bone to expose the bloodied flesh underneath the skin.
A difficult task to walk, but his mind was set on getting back to the church. Where he could at least have some manner of safety... away from everyone. Though he did take notice to the communicator much closer than he had the past few weeks. Upon doing so, he had heard another voice that had caught his attention as he staggered through the streets.
"Sir Integral Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing... and Millennium..."
Glaring down at the snow, Anderson simply decided it best to sit down. His eyes scanned the unsteady path he had made and grimaced at the sight of blood. He'd have to figure a way to stop the bleeding... unless monsters had already picked up the scent. While this wasn't a problem, he was hardly in the mood to fight, even though such actions were a source of entertainment for him.
Hellsing... and Millennium... He began to think once again. What was the purpose of bringing THEM here...?
Lost in his thoughts... Anderson was no longer aware of his current surroundings.