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discedo_logs2010-02-19 09:37 pm
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hellsingmaster, king_no_life and hellsingpapa
Where: The Park
When: Shortly after this conversation. Slightly backdated.
Rating: R to be safe.
Summary: Father and Daughter meet.
the log:
The air was cold but she was not. Integra Hellsing strode with maddening purpose from the Marshall building towards Discedo's park, Alucard in tow. She had no problem matching and even exceeding his long strides. Being back in this wretched place did have one good thing for Integra Hellsing: it'd given her a purpose. A cause which to attain. And before God and whatever else might come along, she'd see these damned scientists roasting in retributional flames before she was done.
Her breath steamed, but she ignored it, determined to get this foreboding unpleasantness over with and get on with the task of finding a way back to London. She had a war to be winning back home, after all. And she'd hate to miss out on any of that fun.
But her steps slowed as she reached the park's perimeter, a thoughtful expression lightening her features. Then it firmed once more and she stepped onto the frozen grass, not the least bit daunted by whatever lurked just beyond her shadow. The vermillion ghost behind her would see to that.
hellsingmaster, king_no_life and hellsingpapaWhere: The Park
When: Shortly after this conversation. Slightly backdated.
Rating: R to be safe.
Summary: Father and Daughter meet.
the log:
The air was cold but she was not. Integra Hellsing strode with maddening purpose from the Marshall building towards Discedo's park, Alucard in tow. She had no problem matching and even exceeding his long strides. Being back in this wretched place did have one good thing for Integra Hellsing: it'd given her a purpose. A cause which to attain. And before God and whatever else might come along, she'd see these damned scientists roasting in retributional flames before she was done.
Her breath steamed, but she ignored it, determined to get this foreboding unpleasantness over with and get on with the task of finding a way back to London. She had a war to be winning back home, after all. And she'd hate to miss out on any of that fun.
But her steps slowed as she reached the park's perimeter, a thoughtful expression lightening her features. Then it firmed once more and she stepped onto the frozen grass, not the least bit daunted by whatever lurked just beyond her shadow. The vermillion ghost behind her would see to that.