Hellsing: A New Generation
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				Title: <strong>Hellsing: A New Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miyr</strong> on <strong>18-08-2010, 05:12:03</strong>
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				Current year: 2050<br><br>The Hellsing Organization prevailed against the attack of Nazi’s 50 years prior, and was still standing. There and been many upgrades to the organization’s headquarters over the years, but it was still obvious that it was the same old Hellsing. Now there were five floors instead of three, and there were added wings and training gyms on the grounds. The amount of soldiers under the employ had also increased, including many of supernatural decent in order to properly combat the vampire and supernatural threats that England faced. After the attack from the Undead Nazi’s 50 years prior, the existence of vampires, werewolves, and other freaks had become public knowledge. Hellsing was now a publically known organization, and the public was fully aware of their actions. . . even across the globe Hellsing’s name was known.<br><br>Integra had stepped down as acting leader almost two years prior, leaving her hand selected Heiress, Hope Victor, in charge of the organization and its dealings. The young girl was only 19, but Integra had been confident in her training and skills. Integra had watched the girl basically grow up from diapers, and had made her into her hand selected heir. Upon her stepping down, Integra had ordered the vampires under her command to bow before Hope and acknowledge her as their new Master. Integra knew that it would take time for her new heir to establish herself in the eye of the Crown as well as the world, but had the utmost confidence that the girl would be able to succeed her.<br><div align="center">_______________________________________________</div><br>Hope was sitting in the massive chair that Integra herself used to use while head of Hellsing, the desk was even the same. She had a disassembled pistol on her desk, going through the different parts and cleaning them meticulously to pass the time. The moon was high in the sky, and most had retired for the night that were under her employ. She was spending another night up due to insomnia that frequently plagued her. <br><br>Her blonde hair was loose about her shoulders, the top half pulled back in two braids, one on each side of her head. She was wearing a formal crimson suit with a crème shirt underneath, and a matching crimson skirt. Her heels were kicked off underneath the desk, and her lithe form was hovered over her desk as she worked on cleaning the gun. It was a new model, and she was rather eager to take it to the firing range in the morning. . . if she didn’t go that night. There was a cup of tea on her desk, as well as a half eaten sandwich as a late night snack. She wasn’t much for eating regularly, and the servants were quite aware of her specific dietary needs.<br><br>Hope wasn’t like most normal people; it was one of the reasons Integra had been so fond of her. The girl was an albino, therefore displayed a mixture of human and vampire traits. Her skin and eyes were incredibly vampire-like, but her frailty was incredibly human. There was one more feature that made her a wise asset for Hellsing. . . Hope wasn’t fully human. She was human by birth, but within her blood was as secret that few knew about. <br><br>The young girl had demonstrated superhuman abilities from a early age, and it was apparent that she was more gifted than the average person. Hope had been born with witch-like abilities. Her skills were not fully manifested, which was fully known to the senior staff of Hellsing, but it made Hope able to hold her own better than an average person. During the last 20 years of the Hellsing Organization’s operations, Integra had begun to gather more beings with supernatural abilities to fight for England’s survival. Times were changing and it was apparent that simple human soldiers wouldn’t make peace last. Integra had been incredibly careful with the beings that she had brought into her employ, and was confident that a fellow supernatural leading the organization would keep the new members in line.<br><br>Biting her lip gently as she worked, Hope glanced over at the gun as she held it in her hands, putting it back together because she had finally finished cleaning it. She was almost fully oblivious to everything around her, she was that engrossed in the new ‘toy’.<br><br>((OOC: http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=72531.100 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=72531.100)))
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hellsing: A New Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Orochimaru</strong> on <strong>18-08-2010, 06:44:59</strong>
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				Dameon was born a pure blood demon 500 years back. The time when Alucard was still the king of all vampires and probably when he rules anything dark. Dameon was an interesting character all on his own. Kind and courteous to everyone, humans included and yet, he loved a good fight among humans and more so to tear them from limb from limb, bathing in the bloodfest. Much like someone who is bipolar, but with extreme control. The crucifix he wears allows him to have a human body and suppress his demonic form and personality. Despite his age, he is not as powerful as one would think. Granted he has super human strength and speed, just not nearly as enough as a young true vampire. For all those years, he's lived among humans living a 'average' life of his pleasing. Every now and then he would terrorize random places around the world as he traveled a lot. This traveling began when Alucard was defeated and captured by the hellsing family.<br><br>Yet, a time came when he was entitled to go into the family business. A salesman, but no ordinary saleman. A being who could get anything within hours if paid well for it. Though, he prefers the term vendor of specials. He had been called upon a few years ago by Walter and contracted by Integra to aid the now very much thriving Hellsing organization by use of his own....business. Needless to say, he was like Walter, able to serve needs as well as combat.<br><br>Now, there he was, in his usual belted black over coat, opened as always, a dress shirt, loose looking and back dress pants and the best looking boots to do with it. An odd attire but he found it comfortable. Now, he added leather fingerless gloves. His laptop in hand. He had now been knocking at Hope Victors office door for 10 minutes. Twitching the long cigarette in his mouth he merely opened the door. There sat Miss Victor, playing with her new toy like some 5 year old at Christmas and clearly not paying attention. He walked up to her desk and knocked on it. "Miss Victor, my I suggest that you be more alert? You may never know when your needed or more so. When an attack may come." He spoke with a semi deep and lax voice. Not mono tone, but enough to make it seem to anyone who did not know him to think he was too lazy and not serious.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hellsing: A New Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miyr</strong> on <strong>18-08-2010, 06:59:23</strong>
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				Feeling rather than hearing the knock on her desk, Hope lifted her face to see Dameon standing before her. Blinking her strained eyes a few times, she suddenly was able to make out what he was saying and set the new gun down before rising from the worn chair she sat in, resting her dirtied hands on the wood of the desk as well. "My apologies, I was wrapped up with work and I assumed there would be no one up at such an hour requiring my attention. However clumsy of me." She said in a very eloquent voice, touched with her English accent of course. "I will be certain to be more aware for the next time you come calling at such a late hour," she said in a soft tone, as if speaking in jest. Glancing over the lap top in Dameon's hand, she flicked her eyes up to his face before noting that it was becoming incredibly late that night.<br><br>"Is there something I can do for you? It is awfully late but I assume you are here for some sort of business affair."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hellsing: A New Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Orochimaru</strong> on <strong>18-08-2010, 07:41:39</strong>
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				He took a glance at the gun/. Work? I doubt that. more or less wanting to try it out. He said in his mind. Looking back at the beautiful 'boss' he been contracted to work with and serve...in a sense. He nodded. "Yes, on the business aspect, but to also keep you a bit on your toes. Your still a greenhorn....uh, new at the job and Integra and my old friend Walter told me to keep you focused... In this case, on your surroundings." He set his laptop on the desk in front of her and opened it. The screen soon flickered to life and a list came up on the screen. "Some new items popped up like some holy books and some more automatic shot guns and more cunstome bullets. Want to know if you added them and to look over the list." He stood straight and waited for her actions and responses.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hellsing: A New Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miyr</strong> on <strong>18-08-2010, 08:19:41</strong>
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				A smirk crept across her lips as she heard the reference to her being a 'green horn'. Hope was fully aware of what the term referred too, and she simply grabbed the lap top and gave it a look as the items popped up on it, dismissing all other thoughts associated with the term. She had lapsed with her attentiveness, and she was thoroughly kicking herself in the arse for it. Hope didn't need anyone else rubbing it in her face, even if they were told to do so by her predecessors. <br><br>"Yes, I gave authorization for supplies to be added to the list. Why are you asking? Are you going to be unable to procure them?" She asked coyly as she glanced up at him. Her face had an expression on it that was very similar to one that Integra would have, and she flicked her hair behind her shoulder as she glanced at the items. "If there will be difficulty getting these supplies, I am sure that we can manage without them." Removing her gaze from the lap top, she folded her hands behind her back as she stared out the window at the grounds, seeing the moonlight dance across them. <br><br>"Is that all for the evening, Dameon?" Even though she wouldn't admit to it, Hope was a bit tired and her eyes were bothering her. She'd simply strained them too much on the pistol and her knees were begging some relief, perhaps a hot bath or shower once she retired to her quarters. "If so, I will retire for the night."
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				Post by: <strong>Orochimaru</strong> on <strong>18-08-2010, 08:43:06</strong>
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				He took in a breathe from his cigarette and exhauled. "It's not the speed or ability to get them. I want to be sure the list is accurate so I can properly bill you. I have told you once that it's my policy to get things as accurate as possible." He reached down and closed the laptop. "If it's any of my business and in hopes of Idle chit chat. Wy so many supplies? I got enough before to last another year? You expecting something big? Or is it the fact of the cathlics coming?" He really did not need sleep, but he would need to rest eventually. "Remind me why the Iscariots are coming to england?" He was obviously showing displeasure to an already easily angered lesser demon. It was not that he couldn't handle it. It's the fact that anything like one of there paladins aura annoyed the hell out of him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hellsing: A New Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miyr</strong> on <strong>18-08-2010, 08:59:55</strong>
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				"Hellsing must always be prepared. We learned from the last war what being caught by surprise can do to us." her face went grim as she spoke. Hope had heard the horrifying tales of what had happened. London had long since been rebuilt but there were still scars visible from what had happened 50 years prior. "We can never have enough weapons or ammunition. As long as there is spare storage space it's going to get filled up. That's final." Her voice was firm and solid, but it was understandable. She took her job serious, and wanted to do Integra proud. "We may never know when a large threat is at our doorstep, do you understand Dameon?"<br><br>It was true that Hope wasn't fully comfortable with Iscariot coming either. She'd heard tales of the war from Integra and Alucard, but knew that it was something that needed to be done. "Because Our King has ordered it, that is why we must do it." Hope continued to calmly gaze out the window as she rolled her thoughts around in her head, seeing the reflection of the cigarette's ember in the window. She knew the demon had his vices, and wasn't one to stop them. "Because we are bound to protect England, we must do what His Majesty deems best. Supposedly this treaty with the Pope is what's best, thus we will go along with it for now."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hellsing: A New Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Orochimaru</strong> on <strong>18-08-2010, 09:15:04</strong>
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				After she answered everything he took hold of his cigarette and laughed. Not a mocking laugh, just something you find funny laugh. "Ah... You know, I could swear your the very reincarnation of Sir Integra. Given the fact your a half breed by birth. Your youth and beauty sure hid the fact that...when it comes to your nations loyalty, your one hell of a stone being. Sir Integra chose right when she chose you." He had a liking to her, for her character regaurdless. From what he had seen with her, she was smart, proud, strong and had good judgement.<br><br>He took a puff of his smoke and exhalded through his nose. " have to admit, you got more loyalty then I ever will. Personally, I could care less about how the war damaged London and all. I am a demon after all, I got urges, but Walter made sure that I am bound to you. So, you can be sure by the evening, that store room will have no more room when I am done with it." He gazed at the moon. It was definatly beautiful tonight. A perfect night for any supernatural creature like the two of them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hellsing: A New Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miyr</strong> on <strong>18-08-2010, 09:43:55</strong>
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				She bit her lip a bit as Dameon made reference to her being a half breed. Both of her parents were human, but she'd been born with some rare genetic strain that gave her supernatural abilities. There was research being done to determine what created such variations in the human genome, partially conducted by Hellsing and other groups, but for the moment it didn't matter. Hope was a bit disgruntled and was going to make it known. "Of course she chose me. I am English after all." Glancing out the window for a few more moments, she smelled the smoke in her office and couldn't help but smile as she remembered Integra constantly lighting up. "I am loyal because I'm English. We are a proud nation, proud people, and I'll be damned if I fail at this job. There's much riding on my shoulders after all."<br><br>Pausing for a few more moments, she turned toward him and walked past him a bit, the heeled shoes she wore adding to her height as her delicate frame moved about in the dark. "Of course your loyalty wanes, just as Alucard's would if he wasn't bound to Hellsing. But I will be sure of your loyalty..." She said slowly as her arm darted out for the gun on her desk, and in seconds it was aimed between Dameon's eyes. Hope had amazing reflexes for being so tiny, and she playfully lowered the pistol before tucking it into a pocket on her suit jacket. "Thank you, I appreciate the effort to keep things in stock." Glancing a at a clock, Hope straightened her jacket and began to walk toward the door of her office. <br><br>"I believe that it is time for me to retire for the night. I will see you tomorrow after the sun sets, Dameon." She said politely before excusing herself out of her office. Making her way to the 5th floor of the Manor, Hope eventually entered her quarters and got settled into her bed, staring at the moonlight as it danced across her ceiling, wondering how the next day with Iscariot would pan out.
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				Post by: <strong>Orochimaru</strong> on <strong>18-08-2010, 09:55:08</strong>
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				That was the English for you. Nothing could kill their pride and it always amused him to no end. He always found humans interesting in many aspects. How they invented, grew food, lived and so on. though, he could have easily caught her hand, he didn;t move. He knew better, well on the fact the she would not shoot him, but needless to say, he grinned an approval for her speed and reflexs. Needless to say, he was not happy about the christians coming. "Good night Miss Victor." he said and collected his laptop. He frowned though, he had to be there to...'welcome' the holy bastards. he was not thrilled, but he had duties to do that walter charged him with. He walked out of her office and down the hall. He was heading down to the dungeon of a basement were a part was that he used to travel between business and home. He wanted to rest as he did not want to be...moody tomorrow.
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				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>18-08-2010, 14:18:35</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://squatsydney.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/alucard_looking_quite_devious_by_kawaii_nic-png.jpg)</div><br>Alucard sat in a chair that was identical to the one that he'd been using some fifty years earlier when he'd first taken to service of Sir Integra.&nbsp; &nbsp;And when he'd turned the naive young Seras Victoria into a vampire.&nbsp; &nbsp;He'd watched her grow from a newborn vampire into a powerful Nosferatu, one of the many things that brought a smile to his undead face.<br><br>As always, he sat in his chair.&nbsp; He sipped wine, this particular vintage no more than twenty years old.&nbsp; &nbsp;He watched over the occupants and employees of Hellsing, including both the new mistress and with one eye on Seras.&nbsp; His favorite hat and glasses sat on the table just within arms reach, not forgotten or glossed over.&nbsp; The years had brought upgrades to both the Casull and the Jackal, yet both remained unusable by any other than one like himself.<br><br>This evening looked to be a perhaps regrettable calm that had lasted too long for his taste.&nbsp; &nbsp;Perhaps with the arrival of Iscariot things would perk up.&nbsp; &nbsp;After all, he hadn't had a good fight like the ones with Anderson in years.<br><br>Alucard was, as always, Alucard.&nbsp; &nbsp;As timeless and ageless as he'd always been.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hellsing: A New Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DeviantMunster</strong> on <strong>18-08-2010, 16:22:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i604.photobucket.com/albums/tt122/DeviantMunster/GoenikoSexy-1.jpg?t=1282141295)</div>Pain. A faint groan. The flicker of an eyelid and then light. It was morning, the burning sun bright and irritating to the still half-asleep girl, rays of light flowing in through the small window sill. She shifted a little in the seat she'd sat on for hours upon end, still snuggled up against the plain, dark green pillow she'd been provided. With a muttered sound her gloved hand darted out, angrily tugging down on the small ledge to finally shut out the light, the cool shade upon the lids of her eyes drawing out pleased sigh from her. Yet as she slowly began to drift back to sleep, the small ding of the speaker and monotonous voice that rang out from it effectively ruining the hope to go back to bed. With a less satisfied sigh she slowly sat up, her bleary-eyed stare running along some of the bags littered about her feet before she looked up at the other jet-lagged passengers. It wasn't long before she opened the small plastic curtain back up, her wincing gems gazing down at the city they were flying over.<br><br>London. Seat of the kingdom called Britannia. Of course, she much preferred to call it the 'Soon-to-be-51st-State' in her American pride, though that was clearly not something she'd joke about here. The Iscariot agent had been stationed in Romania, dealing with some pesky vampires;no, she'd not been anywhere near Transylvania in her stay over seas. Yet just her luck to find herself suddenly being transferred not only to London, but being ordered to meet with the new leader of that troublemaking organization named Hellsing. She couldn't help but released another faint sigh as she relaxed in her chair, her chest clenching at the trouble that was no doubt coming her way. Not to mention her mother was probably worried sick over these 'school-trips;' father really needed to think up a better cover story.<br><br>Veronica Lancaster was, surprisingly, very much alone. No other members had come with her, not at the moment at least. She wasn't even in one of the Vatican's private jets, though she <em>did</em> get to fly first class while having an entire little section to herself. She'd planned the international trip though, making sure she'd arrive in the morning. However interested she was in meeting the fabled Seras and Alucard, there was no way in Hell she was going to enter the Hellsing mansion at night.<br><br>As she began to wake further, those blue eyes darted down to glance over her own attire, trying to see if she'd accidentally wrinkled her outfit. Of course, the very first thing that greeted her eyes were those two large, firm lumps pushing against her shirt, a faint blush forming at the sight while drawing out a mental curse in her own head. The prototype technology created to make her into a Regenerator had done marvelous things, actually managing to heal flesh that she'd damaged before becoming one, while seeming to actually help with her overall appearance. The unfortunate side-effect was the two 'assets' she was gazing at. Her father had laughed - <em>laughed</em> - when she came crying to him about the changes, how her chest hurt and had grown. She still could feel that boiling anger at how he'd reacted to her plight.<br><br>With a quick shake of her head Veronica began to get ready, quickly pulling the headphones out of her ears before stuffing books and electronics back into one of her cases as the airplane slowly began to descend. Her gear was stored with everyone else's, yet she had special documentation that would allow her to pass through the security checkpoints without any trouble. As the plane finally made it's rickety landing, she soon would go about stretching her legs, gathering her things, and preparing a Taxi for a trip to her Hotel, then a quick one to the Hellsing mansion.<br><br>---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>The sun still remained high in the sky, a faint breeze causing her loose golden strands to tickle her face as she stood at the front gate that was the mansion. Her gaze quickly fell on the two guards stationed there, cold and brooking no nonsense as she spoke bluntly and clearly. "I am Veronica Lancaster of the Iscariot organization. I have a meeting with Hope Victor."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hellsing: A New Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miyr</strong> on <strong>18-08-2010, 20:21:22</strong>
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				The guards at the gate to the Mansion quickly verified that Veronica was indeed supposed to be there. No one was very thrilled that Iscariot was sending members to join Hellsing, and Veronica happened to be one of the first to arrive. There were more scheduled to join throughout the month, but things would be tested out with this new nun that served God. Waving her past the gate, the guards allowed her to pass and resumed taking their stance.<br><br>Once Veronica reached the Mansion, she would be escorted by a butler of sorts up to the third floor and to Hope's office. After a swift knock and a voice speaking from within, Veronica was shown inside and left alone with Hope. The new director of Hellsing was at her desk, the sun's rays touching her pale skin as she worked on straightening piles of paperwork. Her eyes didn't even go up to Veronica immediately, instead they remained cast on the paper. Hope's fair locks of hair were pulled back into a tight French braid, all except her bangs and some strips of hair along the sides of her face. She was dressed in a white blouse covered with frills, and a matching skirt with pleats in it. The overall attire made her look even more like a doll, something fragile that could be broken easily. <br><br>Eventually, Hope's pink eyes lifted from her paperwork and she stood from her desk. Walking briskly toward the woman from Iscariot, Hope bowed her head in greeting before standing before the new woman. It was now visible that she had a pistol strapped to her hip, apparently Hope was feeling on the defensive this day. Glancing over the nun quickly with her paled eyes, Hope folded her hands before her hips and spoke briskly with her English laced tongue. "Welcome to Hellsing, Miss Lancaster. Your arrangements were made known to us prior to your arrival, and a room has been set aside for you on the Fourth Floor." Hope paused for a moment, her face calm and collected, as if what she was saying was natural to her. <br><br>"Breakfast will be served promptly at 9am, followed by afternoon tea at 1pm, and dinner at 6pm. Kitchen is open for use between the meal hours if you dislike what we serve. The cooks do take suggestions if you ever get home sick for something you've grown fond of." She paused for a few moments before continuing. "The chapel services are at 8am and 5pm daily, but the chapel is always open." Her eyes narrowed on the Iscariot woman for a few more moments as she spoke. "Even though our beliefs differ, it is still a House of God. Please feel free to worship within it whenever the need arises. A woman of your faith must keep up with her devotions I assume." Hope's voice was almost mocking the woman before her, but not in a bad way. <br><br>Hope had considered joining Hellsing her devotion to fight for God. She could never imagine a life of abstinence and prayer as her life's mission. Even though she was Integra's heiress, Hope did plan on having children at some point in her life, quite possibly training such children to take over Hellsing when the time came. Integra's family had kept it for generations, and Hope may do the same. She had been tempted many times, after all, to change her title to Hellsing after she would be knighted by the King. Clearing her mind of her thoughts, Hope slowly circled the new woman, her boots adding height to her frame to have an edge over the woman before her as she took in her features once more. <br><br>Then, without a care for personal space, Hope poked Veronica's side to measure how much meat was on her frame before retracting her finger. "Unlike a monastery, we are firm believers in meat to be added with our meals. You will adjust to this because I will not <em>tolerate</em> malnourished soldiers in my militia, understood?" Her voice was firm as she spoke, but it was apparent in Hope's eyes that she was serious as she gazed into Veronica's eyes. Things could not be squandered, and when they were constantly fighting the men had to keep their bodies in shape. Even Hope could be found shooting in the gun range or fighting hand to hand combat with the men to keep her own strength up. <br><br>Once her circling was over, Hope returned to her chair and motioned for Veronica to sit down across from her at the desk, her whole persona and mood shifting as she held up a pot of fresh tea. "Thirsty?" It was her way of offering a gesture of peace. Even through her English pride, Hope understood how delicate this alliance was, and needed to show the Iscariot woman across from her that she wasn't made of ice.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hellsing: A New Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>18-08-2010, 21:26:13</strong>
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				Alucard was, of course, quite awake when Veronica arrived.&nbsp; He watched as he always did with eyes unseen, listening patiently as the new head of the Hellsing Organization ran the new candidate through the house rules.&nbsp; &nbsp;He grinned savagely, setting down his nearly empty glass of wine.&nbsp; &nbsp;He spoke to Seras Victoria, informing her that the representative of Iscariot had arrived.<br><br>He stood up, retrieving both hat and glasses before taking one step forward.&nbsp; The step took him from his own chambers and into Hope's office, appearing just off to the left of Hope and just out of Veronica's reach.&nbsp; &nbsp;"So this is what Iscariot has become."&nbsp; &nbsp;He gave her a fangy grin before continuing.&nbsp; &nbsp;"I must say that Iscariot is loosing their touch."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hellsing: A New Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Orochimaru</strong> on <strong>18-08-2010, 22:10:32</strong>
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				Demoen was ready to go by the early morning. Stepping through the crimson light of the portal. He made a yawn. He hoped he was not late. He did sense Alucard in the organization, sort of an old other friend of him. "Good Morning Alucard." He spoke to nothing in particular and headed upstairs. He was dressed in his usual attire, but no laptop. He pulled out a cigarette case and popped it open, take out a stick and put it between his lips. After putting the case away he lights his cigarette and took a puff. He could not believe the king ordered this. If anything, he would be on his best behavior and would be....kind unless something happened.<br><br>He walked out of the dungeon and up the large staircase. He groaned and covered his eyes. “Fucking shit…I hate mornings… He reached into his coat pocket and took out a lovely pair of sun glasses, flicked them open and put them on. “Well, my strength and speed are as good as gone till I get back to the darkness." He made one last yawn before he headed to Hopes office. He may as well tell Miss Hoper Victor that her order was filled and her storage room completely full. Making his way to her office and he lifted his hand to knock, but heard a meeting inside. He lowered his hand and stepped back till his back was against the wall. He did not want to interfere.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hellsing: A New Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DeviantMunster</strong> on <strong>19-08-2010, 00:33:53</strong>
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				Veronica simply inclined her head to the pair before walking on, finally arriving to the actual mansion. She wasn't surprised to find a butler waiting for her, though she was mildly upset when he didn't begin explaining about the history of the manor as she led her on, somehow having seemed like an appropriate thing to do. Her deep blue eyes shifted to and for as she took in the splendor of the large Hellsing structure, truly interested in the place that had been a thorn in Iscariot's side for so many years. As the two finally stopped before the large doors leading to Victor's office, she took a deep breath to mentally prepare herself for the meeting before the door was opened as she stepped in.<br><br>Surprise filled her when she finally got a luck at the cute girl sitting behind the desk, the combination of pale complexion and clothing giving the woman a look that she would never match to a director of anything. Of course, her surprise diminished quickly as it was replaced by a mild sense of irritation when the woman didn't look up immediately from the stacks of paper. The took the opportunity to walk further within the office, not waiting to be addressed until finally stopping a few feet away from the chair that rested in front of it. Her cool sapphire gems met those collected pink ones when she was finally spoken to, giving a slight incline of her head back to the woman when she was welcomed.<br><br>Veronica listened quietly to the words pouring from the woman's mouth, blinking a few times as the meal times were told to her so bluntly, causing her to tilt her head to the side slightly. She didnt' respond at first at the mention of their beliefs, merely pressing her lips into a thin line... before suddenly stiffening on the spot when she was poked and examined, her cheeks flushing lightly. When finally the woman went back to the desk to lift that pot, she merely sighed. "Sure."<br><br>She didn't remain silent for long, however. "As you've no doubt heard, I am Veronica Lancaster of Section XIII. Your... beliefs... differ not from our own, if you truly worship God." Veronica paused briefly, hands raising to lightly tug on the outfit, straightening it while keeping her gaze focused on the woman before her. "I'm sure your chapel will do fine, and I thank you for the time taken to prepare my rooms." Her cheeks once more colored at her own words, a brief sense of embarrassment filling her. Sunday services... it was something she ritualistically skipped on. She hadn't been indoctrinated like the rest of Iscariot, having joined much later, and in her childhood her mother had made certain that 'God' wasn't force-fed down her throat.<br><br>"I've spent time in a Monastery as part of my training, but," she suddenly offered a rather warm smile before continuing, "I think I'd starve if there wasn't even a little meat added to my meals." As she finished speaking and resumed gauging the woman before her, she felt, more than heard, Alucard's presence. Her back stiffened again as her eyes narrowed, yet she miraculously didn't spare him a glance, her eyes remaining focused on Hope. "A good dog waits outside until its master calls."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hellsing: A New Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miyr</strong> on <strong>19-08-2010, 03:42:19</strong>
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				"Yes, I am aware of your title and association with Section XIII. . . Just as I am sure you are aware that I am Hope Victor, Director of Hellsing. And of course I worship God truly, I fight to save human souls so that they may go to his eternal kingdom do I not?" Her brows were raised with amusement. It was clear to Hope that Veronica wasn't as force fed with her practices and responses, for that she was truly grateful. Nodding as the chapel was acknowledged to be fine, Hope spoke in a softer tone as she eyed her delicately manicured nails. "We have services every Sunday and are welcome to join. Our practices may not be as complex as the Catholic Church's are, but they are sufficient enough."<br><br>Hope was highly amused at how the Iscariot woman blushed before her. Not only had she to the poke, but also to the mentioning of her rooms. "Well," Hope said softly, "If there are any issues or needs you have, just alert one of the servants or myself and we will fix the issue right away. After all, we are allies for this adventure, are we not. . . Miss Lancaster?" Re-crossing her legs, Hope shifted in her chair so she was sitting forward, tugging a bit at some of the frills on her sleeve. She looked rather dated in her attire, as if she should have been born a century or two prior to the current one, but it was something she was used to dealing with. <br><br>"You will be well fed here, you have no worry for that. This is an organization filled with mercenaries and male soldiers. We're used to having endless bellies. Speaking of which. . ." Hope's eyes flicked to Veronica's attire and form, taking measurements within her mind as she thought. "There are many men here, so you may have to put them in their place if they aren't acting in the proper English way. . ." She coughed clearing her throat, rubbing a spot over her chest where a silver crucifix was hidden underneath her blouse. "There are many under my employee from overseas; I have no objections to you demanding proper respect. I understand what it means to be one of the few women under Hellsing's employ."&nbsp; She left the issue where it was, for Hope didn't think she needed to elaborate more on the fact that the men sometimes got overexcited at the idea of a woman being around. "<br><br>I will have a tailor sent to your rooms later this evening to make garments for you. I understand you have your official Iscariot garb, but you will need civilian clothes for undercover missions, and training outfits. They will make them to your specifications, do not worry." Seeing the woman stiffen before her, Hope wondered if she had said something out of line but soon realized why the Catholic woman reacted as she did. Alucard's random appearance didn't shock Hope, but slightly irritated her. <br><br>Glancing up at the vampire who was under her command, she simply rose from her seat and balled her hand up into a fist. Bringing it down swiftly upon Alucard's head, she conked him right on the brim of the hat, as to not damage it, before sitting down. The strike didn't necessarily hurt the undead vampire, but it was Hope's way of asserting authority. It was something that she had learned from Integra herself. Crossing her legs as she leaned back in her chair, Hope glanced at her vampiric servant then to the woman from Iscariot.<br><br>"Mind your manners, Alucard. Regardless of her faith, she is still a guest. The King himself has ordered this, do you wish to defy <em>him</em>?" she glanced at the undead king of vampires for a few minutes with an expression as serious as Integra's would have been. It was apparent that Hope and emulated many of Integra's features and characteristics throughout her training.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hellsing: A New Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>19-08-2010, 04:15:30</strong>
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				Alucard could have easily avoided Hope's strike to his head but let it slide, as he always did.&nbsp; If he wasn't a vampire of his word, he could easily have turned on Hellsing long ago.&nbsp; And if he'd so chosen, nothing could have stopped him.&nbsp; But then again, he'd been having much more fun the past century or so than he'd had in a long time.<br><br>"Of course not, my master.&nbsp; But a dog should know her place."&nbsp; &nbsp;He stepped backward, vanishing as abruptly as he appeared; leaving only the sound of his mocking laughter behind.<br><br>Alucard reappeared in the main kitchen, something which rarely startled anyone.&nbsp; &nbsp;He had already decided that an early morning snack was in order before he would get some rest.&nbsp; &nbsp;He grinned over his shoulder at the head cook, opening the refrigerator that was reserved for his (and only his) use.&nbsp; He averaged 3 or 4 packets of blood a day; real blood, not the synthetic stuff which was quite common.&nbsp; Only once had someone tried to slip him the synthetic, something that said individual became very sorry for.&nbsp; Okay, he hadn't (quite) killed said person but he'd certainly earned the scaring of his life; which Alucard had been more than happy to deliver.<br><br>Actually, he hadn't deliberately killed anyone on the staff in years.&nbsp; In fact, since the time of Integra's father; when an overly curious delivery boy had the misfortune of poking him while he'd been sleeping.&nbsp; &nbsp;Disturbing Alucard in general when he was either sleeping or not wanting to be disturbed was a risk to life (often) and limb (rarely).<br><br>He selected one of the packets from the silver appliance then vanished once again to his personal chambers, also unchanged in decades.&nbsp; He settled hat and glasses onto the table next to the empty wine glass, then settled into his chair to enjoy his snack.&nbsp; &nbsp;After the delicious snack, he closed his eyes and settled in for a nice nap before the day's carnage would certainly require his attention.<br><br>And besides, Seras would be home when she returned.&nbsp; &nbsp;He was rather looking forward to the competition of the bigger breasts.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hellsing: A New Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DeviantMunster</strong> on <strong>19-08-2010, 04:35:24</strong>
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				Listened thoughtfully to those words, nodding now and then as Hope spoke, though she interjected every so often. "One might question that, given how both organizations supposedly created to defend humanity squabble among themselves." Her focus though eventually fell on those nails Hope was staring at once more, another brief flicker of annoyance entering the supposed combat-nun. There was something arrogant about the action, something that didn't bode well with her though she soon lost focus at the mention of tailoring.<br><br>Her brows climbed at the new, her cheeks helplessly coloring again as she merely inclined her head to the words. "That would be most appreciated," she stated calmly. Despite her words however, she felt another twinge of embarrassment. Even now her garb was too snug on her form and since she'd gone into the services of Iscariot, she'd hardly had time to go home, much less shop for clothes that would fit her. Nevertheless, she couldn't help but wander what sort of clothing was to be made, not entirely trusting English tastes; they tended not to be 'hip enough for her liking.<br><br>A faint sigh escaped her at the mention of the mercenaries, her face still remaining hot as she straightened a little. "Wonderful. More men with fantasies regarding nuns. Typical." She shook her head a little then as her hands raised to rest on the swell of her hips as she carefully replied. "I'll do my best not to severely hurt any of your men. I realize Hellsing has... had some difficulties rebuilding."<br><br>Throughout the whole exchange, however, she never once did acknowledge Alucard, completely ignoring the vampire. A fine brow did twitch at the mention of 'faith' and 'dog' though, kindling some anger beneath her seemingly collected visage, yet she didn't speak until he'd disappeared. "Thank you for your time, Director. I hope you don't mind that I'll be warding my room though. I place complete trust in your ability to control your pets, yet I still would rather not be spied on by them while I sleep."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hellsing: A New Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miyr</strong> on <strong>19-08-2010, 05:32:13</strong>
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				Hope's brows went up as she heard Veronica mention men's fantasies and immediately glanced down at her form. She was a bit insecure with being albino, and of being daintily built. It made her look rather doll-like, and there had been incidents of young men at her school teasing her for being a little girl. It was partially that antagonizing that led to her abilities awakening. Snapping her mind back to attention, she glanced at Veronica once more. "It is more than understandable that you wouldn't want to be spied on. I understand the warding, and will permit it as long as it is only contained to your room." <br><br>Glancing out the window, noting how Alucard's voice finally left her mind, she let out a soft sigh as she folded her fingers before her lips. "My servants are forbidden from entering my private quarters, other than Miss Victoria of course and my butler. I understand your concern." Lifting her fingers slowly, Hope rubbed at her temples before rising from her seat, starting to walk toward the door of her office. "There is no need to thank me for my time, Miss Lancaster. We are going to be working together from this day and it is incredibly important that we get to know each other. If you desire, you may join me for a private dinner this evening. I won't subject you to the mess hall on your first day." <br><br>Hope offered Veronica a genuine smile at this gesture, her feminine form visible now that she was standing. Reaching for a white coat that was hung on a hook, she draped it over her arm before addressing the Iscariot nun once more. "Now if you excuse me, it is time for my morning walk. You are more than permitted to join me, if you so desire." Hope nodded her head gently to the nun before opening her office door, slowly walking toward the long staircase that led to the lobby of the building. There she saw Dameon waiting for her, and smiled at him warmly as she motioned for him to walk with her. <br><br>"Waiting long I presume?" She giggled a bit before slowing her stride a bit, knowing that he may have something to say to her that was of importance. "Did you deal with the matter left in your stead already? You are always so sufficient." She smiled a bit, her pink eyes sparkling as she walked past random servants and soldiers, watching them bow before her and cast her eyes behind her to see if the nun was following.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hellsing: A New Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Orochimaru</strong> on <strong>19-08-2010, 05:47:57</strong>
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				Dameon had really not waiting long at all. He smiled back at Miss Victor and bowed. "Not long at all, Miss, Victor." When he was beckoned he followed her. Noticing her stride slwing, he slowed as well and listened. He kept his voice lowered. "Finished as of many hours ago, lady. There was also some... 'extras' that came with the order and have been added with no extra charge. There is plenty of ammo, much more then needed so live rounds can be used if feild training if your approve of it." He explained. She was always happy to hear about how efficient or fast he was. He prided himself in his business to be the best possible. So, hearing that from his contractee. Helped business in many ways.<br><br>He knew her schedule a bit. He figured it was her morning walk asshe did do this sometime every morning. Though, he could now feel the nun paladins presence more so, but he kept up his composure and was gonna be polite and as gentleman as he possibly could. He was not english person, but he was a man so to speak and he wanted to keep his reputation in check.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hellsing: A New Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DeviantMunster</strong> on <strong>19-08-2010, 06:09:56</strong>
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				Veronica noticed the sudden gaze, the faintest of smile appearing upon her lips at the reaction. However mature Hope was, it was obvious the woman was still a girl, something she was definitely glad to see given she wasn't much older herself. At the mention of a private dinner she blinked over, one hand reaching up to idly brush several loose strands from her features, guiding them behind an ear. "That would be wonderful, I think. Thank you," came her simply, polite reply before she turned slightly to follow Hope as she strode towards the door. <br><br>At the mention of a morning walk her brows climbed, surprise showing upon her face before she let out an exasperated sigh. "Morning walk? Is that what English do in their spare time? You should be enjoying yourself more, rather than staying cooped up in an ancient building with way too rigid men." She shook her head then as she slowly began to follow, the bottom of her garment parting&nbsp; as she moved to reveal plain blue dress pants. "I mean no disrespect, but Sir Integra should've remained to run the organization rather than dumping everything on you. So called 'Adults' always seem to except their children to clean up all their messes," she muttered, naturally thinking of her own father and the mess she was in.<br><br>She remained largely silent after that however, remaining several feet behind Hope as the... thing she couldn't identify moved up next to the woman and began speaking. Her lips immediately pressed into a thin line as she observed the two, once again stiffening slightly as her hands idly brushed against the sides of her outfit. The inside of her clothing was decorated with long throwing knives, all of blessed silver. She'd forgone her guns, though her katana remained neatly strapped to her back, hidden at the moment. She preferred the lighter, sharper feel of the weapon over the more burdensome swords that were typical of western civilization.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hellsing: A New Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miyr</strong> on <strong>19-08-2010, 06:28:37</strong>
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				Hope was glad that Veronica had accepted her invitation to dinner, and continued to walk but removed the coat from her arm. Draping it over herself, she adjusted the collar as she buttoned it over her frame. Deciding to not respond to her comments about Sir Integra at that precise moment, Hope continued with her stride. It almost covered her blouse and skirt, the pleats bouncing and recollecting with each stride as her heeled shoes clicked along the wood flooring. She could sense that the nun was keeping her distance, and didn't blame her. Dameon could be intimidating with his size, however she had grown to see him more like a puppy than anything.<br><br>Keeping her voice low as well, she answered his comments about the arms in the storage room. "I am pleased by your speed. As for the live rounds, we will wait before investigating such avenues." They had reached the lobby now, and Hope grabbed a lace parasol and opened it above herself. Stepping outside, she held it above her head to assist her eyes in adjusting to the morning sunlight, for they were sensitive due to her albino nature. Walking forward, she went across the grounds to a more secluded area, to what appeared to be a private garden. It was locked with a metal gate, and had a key card slot on the door. Sliding her ID badge, the door opened and she allowed Dameon to enter first before entering, allowing Veronica to follow behind her. <br><br>As Hope walked, she made sure to keep the parasol in place, making her appear to be from the Victorian era almost. She knew that she had to be mindful of her pale complexion, but soon she dropped the parasol as they walked between hedges that blocked all view of the secret garden. Once inside, Hope unbuttoned her coat a bit and tossed it on a bench, immediately walking into what appeared to be a patch of flowers. . .grown out of crystal. Kneeling before some that appeared to be drooping, Hope began to mutter out softly to them and her hands suddenly appeared to be covered in small blue flames, but it was apparent that she was tending to the flowers somehow. <br><br>The blue crystal seemed to brighten around her, and recognize her as their caretaker. There was a gentle smile on her lips as she took care of her creations, and eventually Hope spoke as her fingers worked on mending sick flowers. "Everything is comprised of a delicate balance. Even creatures who are born, created, or are simply converted into what they end up becoming require some sort of balance. It is up to us now to preserve that balance." Glancing up at Veronica, Hope now responded to her earlier comment about Integra.<br><br>"I am honored that i was chosen to take care of things, and yes it is quite a burden at times. . . But that is why I constantly have her there by my side to assist, or others that have been left to help ensure I make the right decisions." her eyes glanced at Dameon for a few moments before returning to Veronica. "We have a new world in our hands, a new fate and new destiny was written 50 years ago. Could I go out and enjoy myself more? Yes. But I chose to follow in My Godmother's footsteps long before she ever approached me on the subject. I chose this fate, and I will continue to fight for England and fulfill Her Wish."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hellsing: A New Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Orochimaru</strong> on <strong>19-08-2010, 07:58:26</strong>
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				Dameon just kept walking with Miss Victor and would not leave unless dismissed. As usual, the sun was blinding and even with sunglasses, he had to shut his eyes due to the intense light. The sun was far too hot even in the morning and it irritated him. yet, he barely moved or flinched. Normally, he would argue about going through first, but if he argued with her. She'd get back at him and force him. So, he did as he was told and went out the the gate first. So, apparently on the walk, the nun would be joining them as well. Fine by him, he had no say in it, but he was....cautious so to speak about her.<br><br>Walking he stayed behind Miss Victor and to her left side. dameons peach human skin fit it and was not as pale as vampires and the such. It did help lessen the heat of the sun and allowed him to accompany hope Victor to places. He may not have his strength or speed, he had reflexes. Knowing full well of the secret gardens he just kept silent and entered with the two woman. He simply stood back and watched as Hope tended to the beautiful works of nature. Though, it would been odd if he said that, but he admitted to himself on how good they looked, but, he figured it was soon time to admit it to his boss. He spoke after Hope did and looked at the nun. "My name is Dameon." He bowed respectively. "Though I am a demon and been on this earth far longer then the average human life.. I find humans to be interesting. Miss Victor has shown me such a side...same with an old dear friend that served Sir Integra to the end, Walter, the angel of death. As implied, one could say I am a Walter in this generation as Miss Victor is to Integra... In a sense. Should there be any form of weapons your require. Please, let me know." He smiled to the nun.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hellsing: A New Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>19-08-2010, 10:20:18</strong>
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				His feet pounding against the floor, Andrew MacGregor raced through the Hellsing building.&nbsp; Everyone had been talking about the new girl - from Iscariot, apparently - that was going to be joining Hellsing.&nbsp; As a part of, how would he put it, reconciliation efforts, maybe?&nbsp; Well, the Pope and his Highness the King had both endorsed it, and the current heads of both organizations had seen fit to go along with it as well.&nbsp; It was definitely a far cry from the old days, days before he had been born, when Hellsing was commanded by the inestimable Integra Wingates Hellsing, and Iscariot had been led by...well, Andrew had many names for him, but his favorite was Catholic Bastard.<br><br>But, at long last, it wasn't just talk anymore - the guards at the gate, and a few of Hellsing's personnel, had seen the girl arrive.&nbsp; And if reports were to be believed, she was quite a looker.&nbsp; Of course, Andrew had gone to...investigate, yes, investigate, these statements.&nbsp; He had first checked the director's office.&nbsp; No one there.&nbsp; He must've missed them while they were going over things.&nbsp; Interrogating a few of the manor's persons, he found out that the Iscariot girl had followed the Director...who was wearing her coat and carrying her umbrella.&nbsp; Which could mean only one thing: morning walk!<br><br>Which was now why Andrew was headed at full speed through the building.&nbsp; All he had to do was take a right, and...<br><br>...<em><strong>go through the wall</strong></em>.<br><br>Being something of a human-ghost hybrid, Andrew found that he could phase through walls.&nbsp; It made things so very easy, even though he couldn't do Alucard's 'go wherever by will' thingy.<br><br>Passing through without any problems, Andrew found himself outside.&nbsp; He just needed to find the Director and the Iscariot girl.&nbsp; He headed for the garden.&nbsp; That's where she always went, after all.&nbsp; Phasing through hedges, he continued to run at full speed.&nbsp; Unfortunately, while Andrew had plenty of enthusiasm, he had, characteristically, not exactly thought the whole thing through.<br><br>Which was why when he found them, he had very little time to stop himself.<br><br>"Look out!"<br><br>And in a matter of milliseconds, Andrew had crashed into who he presumed to be the Iscariot girl - since she wasn't either Dameon or the Director - the two of them on the ground, him on top.<br><br>Faces inches apart.<br><br>"Uh, hi..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hellsing: A New Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DeviantMunster</strong> on <strong>19-08-2010, 10:55:44</strong>
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				Veronica continued her silent vigil as she followed the pair through the mansion, her gaze not once departing the man standing near the frail seeming girl. She hadn't liked many of the changes brought up by the odd combination of scientific breakthroughs and divine 'magic', yet she couldn't help but feel extra alert with the man around, nothing to do with the way he looked. Her boots didn't make a sound as she walked, her movements oddly quietly as she stalked after them. Every now and again she'd reach up to adjust her belt, subconsciously tightening it around her slim waist thanks to the nervous energy that was building up within her. Of course, she couldn't help but overhear the conversation the two were having, however silent they tried to be, though her attention was taken by the small umbrella the girl picked up. Veronica blinked slightly before a faint sigh escaped, the only sound she'd made in awhile. Hope truly did appear to be like a doll, causing her to once again wonder how the woman could manage without more help.<br><br>Finally they arrived at what was beginning to seem like a private section of the estate, a garden of sorts. She thoughtfully glanced over the hedges as she did her best to relax in the still bright sunlight before hurriedly filling in as the gate was opened while making sure to close it once she was through. Nothing could've prepared her for the sight that suddenly greeted her eyes however, barely managing in keeping herself from gasping at what lay before her. Those slender eyebrows climbed as she stared at the enthralling crystalized flowers, something she'd never had the pleasure of seeing before. Yet she was truly shocked when Hope suddenly knelt down and began tending to them with such peaceful expression; she only registered the flames a moment later.<br><br>Veronica shifted her weight from one foot to the other as Hope spoke, her cheeks brightening slightly when the woman focused her attention upon the nun and answered her earlier questions. "So long as you truly chose this for yourself," she murmured back, the faintest tinge of jealousy in her tone; she hadn't had much of a choice in her own predicament, however easy her father had tried to make the transition. Yet a quick frown graced those soft lips of hers when Dameon spoke, her eyes coldly locking onto him. "It's one thing to ally with sentient creatures, or beings of darkness that once actually possessed humanity... it is an entirely different thing to... to deal with demons." Her fingers immediately balled into fists as she moved a foot to the side, clearly speaking to Hope as she continued her focus attention on the man.<br><br>Before she had a chance to react more to the thing before her, a sudden call broke her concentration, causing her to turn slightly and glance back. "Wha-?" A sudden gasp burst from her lips as pain enveloped her torso, quickly tripping and falling onto her back. She winced as the wind left her lungs, dazing her briefly as she cursed herself again. She'd completed stopped paying attention to the world around her, having not even noticed the addition of another individual. Yet as she slowly came to, her large blue eyes blinked several times up at a young, blonde boy... no, man. As she slowly became aware of her own body, her entire face turning bright red at the sight of him so close to her, though she quickly noticed even more embarrassing things, namely her top. The middle had opened up again, a button having come free to let loose those ample globes of hers. Worse, her beautiful cross was stuck firmly between the pair of supple flesh, the fronts of which her barely touching the newcomer's chest.<br><br>Only a few seconds passed as she laid there, yet with a sudden, infuriated glare she brought up her right arm in a blindingly fast strike, fully intent on hitting Andrew across the side of the head with the purpose of throwing him off. "Get the hell off me you heretical pervert!"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hellsing: A New Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miyr</strong> on <strong>19-08-2010, 11:08:24</strong>
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				Andrew's unexpected outburst into her private garden more than riled up the young albino's anger. Her cheeks were red with frustration as she watched the servant under her command land upon the woman from Iscariot. Hope was less concerned with the Regenerator, for she knew that any wounds she obtained would heal. But the flowers? They were her way of calming herself, and learning to manifest her power. If any of them were to be broken, it would damage her schooling in her witch abilities and damage her overall health. Grabbing the pistol from her holster, she aimed it toward Andrew's head and spoke through gritted teeth. <br><br>"MacGregor... How many <em>bloody</em> times do I need to tell you that you are <em>forbidden</em> from using those damn abilities of yours near My Private Garden?" It was quite apparent that Hope was angry, so angry in fact that she cocked the gun, a click heard as it was ready to fire, the only thing preventing the bullet from entering Andrew's head was her finger that twitched with anger. After a few moments of breathing, and seeing Veronica smack at Andrew, Hope slowly lowered her pistol and put it in her holster. <br><br>Glancing at Dameon, she nodded toward Andrew and sighed heavily. "Please make sure he doesn't destroy any of my hard work..." Glancing at Veronica, Hope noted that her garb had been damaged and made a mental note to ensure that problem would not arise again. "Perhaps," she said softly before glancing over at her flowers. "Perhaps you could put a ward around my garden to prevent clumsy intruders from destroying my projects."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hellsing: A New Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>19-08-2010, 11:13:15</strong>
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				Andrew, to be fair, had expected something like this to happen when he'd crashed into the Iscariot girl.&nbsp; Why?&nbsp; Because it was what happened in movies, and a few of his mates had told him that there was some truth in what happened there.&nbsp; And while the arm had come up too fast for him to react - the Wraith had no such problems.&nbsp; The arm passed through Andrew's head, preventing physical damage from being done to him...but as the phase shift ended, the Bound man felt the oncoming rush of a wicked headache.&nbsp; That always seemed to happen whenever he tried using his phasing ability to dodge an attack.&nbsp; A couple of Hellsing occultists had theorized that is was because it was because something was moving through him, rather than him moving through something.<br><br>Andrew got off the blue-clad nun in a hurry, managing to stand up before the headache hit him full force.&nbsp; <em>"Ow..."</em>&nbsp; He groaned, holding his head with both of his hands, his face pointed to the ground, eyes squeezing shut to limit the sensory input.&nbsp; The ghost hybrid had found that this at least helped him.&nbsp; "Okay, no more phasing for me today."&nbsp; Moving slowly, he sat back down on the ground, putting his head between his knees.<br><br>"My dearest little Director, how are we doing today?&nbsp; And is this the new girl I've been hearing about...?"&nbsp; Talking made things worse, for certain, but that's why he'd come out here.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hellsing: A New Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Orochimaru</strong> on <strong>19-08-2010, 11:19:35</strong>
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				In his mind through the whole scene, he could not have been more at unease...to say the least. First, the nuns harsh tone. He had been nothing but polite. Oh well, it was to be expected of a christian woman. Yet, the intrusion of that blasted Andrew. As fun loving as he seemed to be. To Dameon, he was just a trouble maker to say the least. He aknowledged Hopes glance and bowed. "Yes, Miss Victor. Shall I escort him off or do you have something in mind?" Yet, he did go over to Veronica and helped her up and gently. He bowed. "Do forgive Andrew. He's a bit of a....playful one...for lack of a better discription." He then returned to Hopes side and put a hand on Andrews shoulder. Waiting for instructions.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hellsing: A New Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DeviantMunster</strong> on <strong>19-08-2010, 11:37:24</strong>
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				Veronica's eyelids flickered as she saw her hand pass right through him, yet before she could bring herself to use her legs instead he'd already crawled off hurriedly. Her lips were pursed slightly at the display, mentally tallying another supernatural creatue that was under Hellsing's employ; where did they find all of them? Yet before she could really think on it, she noted the demon approaching to assist her. With a quick roll to the side she climbed to her own feet, shrugging away from his touch, unable to bare the idea of having such a thing place a hand onto her body. "I'm fine, thanks," she muttered before focusing her annoyed attention on this 'Andrew' that was sitting on the floor again.<br><br>She blinked a few times as she glanced back at Hope, taking notice of the gun that was held in that slender hand, as well as the look of rage. Her cheeks glowed again, though not so much out of humiliation as anger. The woman cared more about the flowers than if she'd been hurt, 'honored' guest or not. Of course, she didn't really realize that people weren't as concerned about her own well being because she was a Regenerator. It was one thing to know she could heal almost any damage, it was another thing to experience it. She still fought with care while in battle, not quite having come to terms that she could actually regrow limbs at this point.<br><br>"I'm <em>fine</em>, thanks," she repeated with the barest hint of hurt in her voice as she reached up to tug her shirt back together, the other idly brushing off the dust on her robe before she looked over at the flowerbed, careful not to accidentally step on any given Hope's concern. Her attention was soon taken up by the director again however, her head tilting to one side at the soft request before she simply sighed. "I can do that. Though... I'd have to tailor it specifically, I think. You seem to have some unusual traits as well. I'll see what I can do though."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hellsing: A New Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miyr</strong> on <strong>19-08-2010, 12:04:04</strong>
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				Dameon's question diverted her attention momentarily, simply nodding her head as she stared at the large demon. She was calm around him, having grown accustomed to his presence. There'd been many times he could have turned against her, as Walter did in the past, but regardless of that Dameon never had. Hope trusted him, even if he was able to get things done in suspicious ways. But he appeared to be honest for the most part. Blowing a bit of her hair from her face, she spoke lowly but knew Dameon would hear her. "Just prevent the damn fool from breaking the flowers... I'd rather not deal with the repercussions... Not today..."<br><br>Hope's face immediately flushed again, this time out of embarrassment as she realized there were three people now gawking at her creations and that her ability was so public around them. She'd tried to keep it private, knowing that her creations would awe people. But something many didn't understand was the simple fact that Hope's flowers actually were made by her and her abilities. Each time she forced her spiritual energy to manifest into a crystalline form, it took part of her power away. She could regain it by resting properly, but the simple fact she'd been maintaining the flowers for so long helped strengthen her endurance and focus. If they were to be shattered by carelessness, some of her training would be lost and she'd probably have passed out right there from the sudden fracturing of her spiritual energy.<br><br>Returning her energy to Veronica, Hope stepped toward the Regenerator not only to see if she was alright, but also to try and hide her flower patch. "That's more than understandable. The gate keeps <em>most</em> from entering here." Glancing over Veronica's form again, Hope handed her the jacket she had been wearing before narrowing her pink eyes on the other woman's, their gaze almost level if it weren't for Hope's heels. "I am glad that you are alright. Andrew is quite... dense... in certain areas of proper English etiquette."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hellsing: A New Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Orochimaru</strong> on <strong>19-08-2010, 12:17:33</strong>
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				Dameon just nodded. "Very well Miss. Consider it handled." He said one more aknowledging the order. It was true, there was plenty of times in which and oppotunities he could have betrayed and turned against her, but his reasons for not was his own and despite his pure blood demon pride. He found that serving hope as Walter served integra was interesting. That and the time he spent traveling the world...and....unknowing to all he read a lot of books in his time so, intelegance was not scarce in him. He had learned humans in general were trusting, some...not so much, but honest actions did lead to trust and so far, he had not failed her and actually. He was planning on keeping it that way. for the most part, it was slightly difficult to keep the 'human' aspect he made going. Granted, he had control issues on very rare...possible extreme cases. he had also learned many skills from Walter of being english. He could make a homemade tea that could please even the king. Speaking of. "Oh, forgive me Miss Victor, but will our guest be having afternoon tea with you?" Of course, Dameon has not heard the name of Veronica.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hellsing: A New Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DeviantMunster</strong> on <strong>20-08-2010, 00:15:11</strong>
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				Those deep blue orbs of hers shifted between the two, her soft lips pressing into a thin line at the interaction. However nice Dameon appeared to be, she already didn't like how close he was to Hope though it probably wasn't any of her business. She was still at a loss as to why Iscariot had chosen her for the mission of assisting the Hellsing organization. She understood that she lacked many of the skills the older members possessed, yet she doubted she was in anyway expendable, especially given her father's involvement in Matthew. Was it simply that she'd been more amiable in regards to the protestants? Veronica lightly shook her head at the troubling thoughts, her rather dark expression remaining for awhile longer as she only idly listened to the two speak.<br><br>Her attention was quickly taken by Hope once more when the girl extending a hand with that jacket in it. She gazed at the article for several moments before hesitantly taking the outfit, offering a slight nod to the woman. "Ah, thank you. And it's not your fault. It's entirely my fault since I don't give off an aura of death and murder like my predecessors," she murmured, offering a small smile to the woman as she began to put on the jacket, closing it at the front. She mentally sighed at the memory of the creepy individuals she'd trained with, one and all seeming like a solitary wolf with a terribly dark past; she hadn't enjoyed her time in training at all. "I'll make sure to have this returned to you. And I'll work on some more permanent seals for the garden."<br><br>At the mention of tea she smirked ever so slightly, slightly amused at the stereotype of English loving tea to be proven true. Her gaze slid from the intent pink eyes after a moment, trying to look once more upon that patch of flowers while Dameon spoke. She truly, truly hoped there was coffee somewhere in the mansion. It'd be too much to hope for a Starbucks being somewhere nearby.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hellsing: A New Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miyr</strong> on <strong>20-08-2010, 02:13:19</strong>
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				Hearing the mention of tea from Dameon, Hope suddenly realized how long they had been outside and remembered that she had removed the coat from her frame. Glancing up at the sun, she squinted her pink eyes and immediately began to grumble as she eyed her arms then crossed her eyes to figure out if her skin was burning there. Nodding to Dameon, Hope grabbed her parasol and motioned that they should be going to the exit of the garden. "Indeed, I'm sure that it's just about that time now isn't it?" She couldn't help but smirk as she listened to Veronica speak about not being as intimidating as her predecessors. Hope herself was seeing it more and more, how those tied to the organizations that fought 50 years ago were now being reborn again. The members were younger, less experienced, and still mastering their abilities. Also, the aggression and resentment that their predecessors carried wasn't as strong in this new generation.<br><br>Locking the garden gate behind her, Hope picked up her parasol on the way out of the garden and continued to walk, holding up the laced item to help shield her form from burning any more due to the direct exposure from sunlight. Waving her hand to Veronica's mention of returning the coat. "Do not worry about it. Keep it as long as you need." In reality, Hope had many outfits made specifically for her condition, ones that would assist in preventing her from being burned. The coat she'd given Veronica was just one of the many. "As for the garden, I will compensate you for your efforts... If there is anything you require to complete your task, just let me know." She continued to walk forward across the grounds as she spoke, but suddenly halted as she saw a familiar figure before her. It was another woman, one around her and Veronica's age with her appearance, and Hope appeared to be fully flabbergasted by her appearance. "L-Lyra?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hellsing: A New Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kineas</strong> on <strong>20-08-2010, 02:21:30</strong>
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				Lyra turned when her name was called, adjusting the way her duffel bag hung from her shoulder and smiled widely, and perhaps a bit mischievously. She was wearing her new black and purple dress she had just received that morning, with it's matching boots, and was carrying a suitcase in addition to her bag. "Why hello Hope! You seem surprised, is that any expression for welcoming a friend to her new home? Are these some of my co-workers?" She turned her attention to Veronica and Dameon, her smile losing a bit of it's mischief. She managed a curtsy in spite of her baggage.<br><br>"Pleasure to meet the two of you. I'm Lyra Eleison, newest of the new recruits. Unless of course someone else received their final assignment today, sometime after eight o'clock? Oh Hope, you look a bit red, are you okay?" She walked over to her, bent over slightly, and scrutinized Hope's skin. "Sheesh, you'd think someone who was born with a condition would pay attention to what she has to do to stay well!"<br><br>Lyra stood back up straight and smiled a warm smile without the mischief this time. "I don't suppose you have a room set aside for me yet, do you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hellsing: A New Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Orochimaru</strong> on <strong>20-08-2010, 02:41:49</strong>
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				Dameon had followed Hope out of the garden area and merely kept silent and ushered Andrew out with them, but was gentle with him despite being a demon. Well, today was definatly the day for work it seemed as the new girl on the premisis was Lyra. She looked as mischeivious as ever to say the least. "Good day to you, Miss Eleison. I do not suppose you remember me. I been with Miss Victor the past few years. I'm dameon." He lowered his sunglasses to reveal his brown eyes to her before putting them back up and took a bow. "Might I add that, I have prepared a room for you Miss Eleison. With Miss Victors leave. I would like to bring Miss Eleison to her room and prepare the tea." He turned to face veronica." Would you like anything other then tea? I shall fetch it right away." He asked, thinking ahead that tea might not be anything she liked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hellsing: A New Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miyr</strong> on <strong>20-08-2010, 03:55:32</strong>
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				Hope couldn't help but chuckle and laugh when she saw Lyra, knowing exactly why she was there. And the young leader of Hellsing was about to answer her childhood friend but Dameon beat her to the punch. She simply stood with a mischievous grin across her lips as well before she spoke to answer Dameon's question. "Well I need to change myself. So how about us girls retire to the upper levels of the Manor and prepare ourselves for tea? Dameon, you could ensure that Miss Lancaster and Lyra's things are properly brought to their rooms. <br><br>"And considering that Dameon already has a room for you Lyra, I would only hope that it was selected near my own." Giggling a bit like a young school girl would, Hope reached her small hand out and took one of Lyra's bags to lower it into the grass. She then clasped Lyra's hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.. It was obvious from the tender glance between the two that they were close and probably had a friendship already well formed. Glancing back at those behind her, Hope simply smirked as the parasol twirled above her. "I know I will be ready in time for tea, and Miss Lancaster can borrow something from my wardrobe if she desires to dress less formal for tea."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hellsing: A New Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kineas</strong> on <strong>20-08-2010, 04:10:01</strong>
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				Did she remember Dameon? Nothing really, although the name seemed familiar. "I'm not sure that we've had the chance to meet directly before, Dameon, although I believe I have heard of you."<br><br>Lyra giggled a little herself, listening to Hope talk of the rooms and tea. A curious flicker of her eyes watched the woman in blue for a reaction to their exchange, but it was only for an instant, looking right back to Hope. She smirked. "I'm sure he took the utmost care in selecting a room quite near to yours." She returned the gentle squeezing of her hand, and set down her briefcase as well, nodding to Dameon. "This parcel contains my weapons. Please take appropriate care with it."<br><br>"So, what do you think?" As they walked, Lyra motioned to her clothes with her free hand. "This was my birthday gift from my father. It seems like he's finally gotten an understanding of the things I like! So, how's the ol' organization been treating you? People are showing you your due respect, right?"<br><br>The end of her last question carried a slight edge, an implication of 'They better be!'
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hellsing: A New Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DeviantMunster</strong> on <strong>20-08-2010, 10:03:18</strong>
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				Veronica simply nodded at the mention of keeping the jacket, though she nevertheless felt a slight twinge of guilt as she observed the lifting of that parasol once more. She was tempted to hand it back yet it would seem terribly awkward at that point. Instead she contented herself with merely moving behind the pair as she thought about what she'd need to ward the garden. Engraved, metal stakes seemed like the best solution, something not easily removable and considerably more durable when exposed to the elements. Her train of thought, however, was soon interrupted when Hope suddenly stopped and called out in that uncertain voice. Veronica's gaze immediately flew up, locking on the girl in the purple dress as she momentarily tensed, though quickly relaxed as the two began speaking.<br><br><em>'Only a friend,'</em> she thought to herself, sighing ever so slightly as she chastised herself for being so on edge on the Hellsing grounds. Her attention quickly went to Lyra when the woman greeted them to, giving an incline of her head in return before speaking. "I am Veronica Lancaster of Section XIII. A pleasure to meet you." Veronica managed to offer a small smile before looking over to Dameon, her lips pursing as she had a small debate with herself. Finally, however, her craving for coffee won out, leading to her nodding once more. "A cold mocha frappuccino would be nice."<br><br>At the mention of tea she ended up looking back at Hope, her head tilting to one side. "Your friend just arrived, you two should catch up. Besides, I'm not sure your clothes would fit me exactly." Another faint smile formed on her lips before she looked over to Lyra, merely listening to the two talk for a moment. Yet she blinked slightly at the brief look she was given, lips pressing together in slight confusion.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hellsing: A New Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miyr</strong> on <strong>21-08-2010, 00:58:41</strong>
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				"Oh heavens don't worry about me Lyra!" Hope exclaimed quickly as she watched her friend give Dameon orders. He did a fine job of acting as a butler, much like Walter had before back stabbing Hellsing. She couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. Dameon was easier to be around while in his human state than Alucard for the mere fact he had more restraint. Alucard would go on tangents and rants, also having outbursts in the most inappropriate of times. But it was one of the reasons Integra was so fond of the vampire king, and thus Hope was hellbent on growing fond of him in the same regard. <br><br>Hope merely smirked at Veronica when the clothing was mentioned once more then waved her hand dismissively at the nun. "If you don't wish to search that is fine, but I have clothing with varied sizes for various occasions." Leaning toward Lyra, Hope gave her friend a suggestive wink before returning to the conversation at hand. "There will be plenty of time to catch up in the evening, but right now what we need is tea and coffee!" Waving her hand in Veronica's direction, Hope eyed Dameon. "Please be sure to get that as well, and be accommodating for our guests. We are going to have many more. . . foreigners. . .arriving shortly, so we must be prepared to give proper accommodations." Hope then quickly began to resume her stride, moving much faster than one would expect her to be able too, waving her hand behind her as she addressed Dameon. "We will see you shortly! Don't forget the sweets this time!" she called out before slipping into the Manor through a side entrance.<br><br>Quickly making her way up the levels of the Manor, Hope continued to giggle with Lyra before standing in the corridor, glancing at doors with different names placed on each. They were close to her private quarters, but she didn't want to be rude and go there first. She was willing to let Lyra get settled first, or perhaps Veronica if she was still tagging along. "I do hope that later tonight at dinner things will go smoothly. There's to be an informal meeting in my private dining area. You are more than welcome to join."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hellsing: A New Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Orochimaru</strong> on <strong>21-08-2010, 01:52:25</strong>
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				Taking in a puff or rather last puff og his cigarette. He took a bow. "Right away." He had, well, messed up a few times on food service, but those few times were rather his first times. He looked at Lyra. "Please, follow me, Miss." He moved over to Lyra and collected her things, but followed Hope into the manor. He was slower, but to was rather heading to Lyra's room which as expected was nearest to Hopes chambers. After the long walk, the demon stopped before one of the many grand doors of the mannor and opened it. "This is your room, Miss Eleison. Miss Victors private chambers are very close by.&nbsp; Down the hall infact. I assumed you being such good friends, you'd want to be as close as possible. I do hope I made the decor to your liking." He then went into the room and placed her belongings on a nearby chair. "If that is all you require me for. Then I shal take my leave."<br><br>With that he took another bow and headed into the hallway, closing the door behind him. Taking out the case from his pocket. He took the burnt out cigarette from his mouth, put it in the case to be thrown out later and took another out out, lit it and put the case away. He never used lighters as he could use his demon power to make a small flame. It was nothing big and he never worked on it. Plus, that's all he could do in the sun. he only could do it 4 times a day. Which meant he only smoked four human cancer sticks a day.<br><br>He made his way to the lower levels were the kitchen resided and entered. "Good day to you Chefs." He bowed slightly and walked over to the main Chef who he told that afternoon tea was to be served and Miss Victor wanted sweets to be included. Hoping e know what they were. He preceeded to make the cold mocha frappuccino and the tea. He had traveled in America too so, he knew the coffee and a little how to make it. The tea, he knew by heart. Plus, todays blend would be an exquisite White Persian Melon tea. He never made it for Miss Victor and hope she would find it good. Of course, he made the drinks from scratch. If anything, he'd probably make a fine cook if he ever wanted to learn.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Hellsing: A New Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kineas</strong> on <strong>22-08-2010, 08:17:52</strong>
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				Lyra gave Hope a warm smile, although it carried with it a sense of expectation. "Why thank you, I will probably join you then." She entered into her new room right behind Dameon, and listened to him as he spoke. "It's wonderful, thank you very much." Once Dameon headed out, she took up her briefcase and set it on the table the chair belonged to. Opening it up revealed various disassembled metal pieces and springs, which an expert eye would identify as a machine gun in it's component parts, as well as two pistols and her spiked chain. She began assembling the machine gun, still smiling.<br><br>"I must admit, I'm very excited to finally be here. It's been a long time in the making." She looked up at Hope, who had entered in after her. The excitement was clear on Lyra's face. She suddenly stopped working with the machine gun parts. "I guess now's not really the time for this, huh? Was there anything you needed to do before 'tea time'?" She put only the slightest of sarcastic tones on tea time. "I believe I'm already dressed for the occasion."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hellsing: A New Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DeviantMunster</strong> on <strong>22-08-2010, 23:44:05</strong>
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				The young Regenerator listened with half an ear as the two discussed things, hands moving to clasp behind her back as she slowly allowed her gaze to move back towards that enclosed garden, wondering about the odd little flowers within. Yet she soon focused on Hope again when she was addressed, a faint smile forming at mention of several pieces of clothing being available. "I think I'll survive in my current attire, but thank you." She did tilt her head slightly as Hope winked to Lyra, not really understanding some of the actions between the two but shrugging it off eventually. Veronica followed swiftly behind the small group while making note of the side entrance, definitely a more convenient way into the mansion than the front entrance.<br><br>Eventually Veronica fell away, slowing her pace as the group went through the long corridors until finally stopping, allowing the two girls to go off on their own to catch up. "There's no way I'll be able to find my room," she grumbled as she began to walk back towards the front entrance, eyes shifting over the various paintings and enterior decor. For her part, she simply wanted to listen to some music or browse the web on her phone rather than awkwardly spend time with the other Hellsing members, all of which certainly didn't appreciate her appearance there. Another small sigh escaped her lips before she walked down a staircase, finally making it to the large front doors of the manor.<br><br>The so-called nun made her way to one of the walls near the doors, idly turning and resting her back against it as she closed her eyes to relax a little. It <em>had</em> been an awfully tiring day, all things considered, and she merely wanted to take a few moments for herself. She eventually closed her eyes, the fingers of one hand tapping gently against the wall while her other lightly ran over the material of the jacket she had been given.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hellsing: A New Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miyr</strong> on <strong>23-08-2010, 01:53:31</strong>
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				Hope smiled brightly to Lyra's acceptance to her offer, and quickly resumed her idle chatting until she heard Dameon speak up. Remaining quiet, she simply stood outside of Lyra's room as her friend and butler conversed, glancing back at the hallway and noticed that their new member from Iscariot was no longer with them. Hope's lips turned downward a bit as she thought to herself for a few moments, swiftly turning on her heel and walking down toward her own rooms. While everyone else was dressed appropriately, she felt she wasn't. Granted, there wasn't any official duties left for the day, which was also influencing her decision. <br><br>Knowing that both Lyra and Dameon knew where her rooms were, she opened the door and left it open a crack. Fixing her hair into a loose ponytail, Hope immediately began to unbutton her blouse and ensure that she didn't damage the red skin of her sunburn too much. With proper medicine, she would be fine. Once the blouse was off and un-tucked from her skirt, she tossed it back onto the bed to be dealt with later. Revealed over her torso was an elaborate bustier made of a light creme material with pink lace. But it was different than most bustier women wore. This one appeared to bind and flatten out her bust instead of push them up. This was a contraption Hope had grown accustomed to wearing since she was a little girl, for it made being taken seriously in a world of men much easier for her. <br><br>Pondering at the pleated skirt she wore, she decided to change it but leave the stockings she wore where they were; they would simply take too much time. Unbuttoning the skirt at her hip, she tossed it on her bed as well and crossed her legs as she sat on her vanity's stool. Hope grabbed a bottle that was familiar, she opened the top and poured out a liquid and quickly applied it to her skin. It was a special formula that would help her skin not be as damaged as if it was untreated that dried quickly, it was something she'd grown accustomed to wearing and it scented her skin lightly. <br><br>Once she was done, she turned around and searched her closet for a simple shirt that had a picture of ivy printed over the front of it. Then grabbing a pair of kapri pants that were a light tan, she pulled them up over her legs. With her form exposed however briefly it was, there was something that would catch anyone's eye. Between Hope's shoulder blades, above the bustier, there was a tattoo of the Hellsing Crest. It was perfectly detailed, and as if there were a perfectly tailored patch attached to her form. She had had this done after her birthday, and was a way to make her a permanent member of the organization. The skin was raised with each of the lines, for it had scarred, but Hope didn't mind. It was her own personal brand, confirming her resolve. <br><br>When the kapri pants were tied around her hips, Hope spotted a light green looked good on her. Wearing solid white just added to her pale complexion but was necessary if she was going to be outside for longer periods of time under direct sunlight. Fixing her blonde hair into a tighter ponytail at the base of her head, Hope adjusted her bangs so they fell across her forehead neatly and smiled gently at herself in the mirror before applying some of the liquid to her reddened nose. She was muttering under her breath about sunlight before something in her mirror caught her eye.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Hellsing: A New Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Orochimaru</strong> on <strong>23-08-2010, 02:23:18</strong>
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				As he was making the drinks, he decided to use Miss Victors favorite tea set for this occasion. Then, something crossed his mind. He had forgotten, in seeing Miss Victor happy that he did not show Miss Veronica Lancaster. Well, the drinks were almost done and the sweets were already to go. After getting everything on the serving tray that matched the tea set. He removed his sun glasses and put them inside his coat in a upper pocket. Grabbed the tray and left the kitchen.<br><br>He was heading down the hall and saw Veronica. "Ah, there you are Miss. Lancaster." He said as he approached and stopped before her. "Forgive me for not showing you to your room, it's actually next to Miss Eleison's room. Please, follow me." He spoke and walked back up to that wing they were at a while back and to to left of Lyra's room he stopped. Setting the tray on a nearby table and opened the door. "I was unsure if you liked the christian chapel themed or American considering your back grounds so I did a combination or our luxury style with it. If you want me to order a change. Let me know." He stepped out of the way for her to look and he bowed. "Forgive me ma'am." Again, being nice to Veronica. Probably still be odd, but either way. He gave instruction to were the room was were they were to have tea. " If you want, you can follow me, or go on your own." He took another bow and left.&nbsp; Picking up the tray and left...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hellsing: A New Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kineas</strong> on <strong>23-08-2010, 02:39:01</strong>
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				Lyra gave her room one more once over, taking in the decorations and layout, and then bounced back out into the hallway. Looking around, she quickly realized she only had one destination in mind - Hope's room. That's where the little 'tea party' was going to be anyways, right? She headed that way, and when she came to the still open door she let herself in quietly, letting the door come back to just where it was when she found it. With a wry, almost lewd grin on her face, she settled against the wall and watched Hope as she changed, making a note of her tattoo. <br><br>She always was a bit obsessive about all this. Hellsing, Integra... everything. Lyra thought it was a good thing she'd be around to watch over Hope, to make sure she didn't get herself killed in some act of extreme enthusiasm. Funny though, Lyra didn't know before that Hope strapped her chest down. She suppressed a giggle, continuing to watch, and was just wondering how long it would be until she was noticed when... she was noticed! She smirked, awaiting her reaction.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hellsing: A New Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miyr</strong> on <strong>23-08-2010, 13:35:48</strong>
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				Noting Lyra against the wall, Hope swiftly turned on her ankle and stared at her friend, immediately crossing her arms as she gave the other girl a playful smirk. "I see that someone is rather smug. What's that grin on your face for?" She asked playfully as she approached Lyra, her long legs carrying her across the room easily. It didn't bother Hope at all that Lyra had been watching. Throughout their years of knowing each other through formal events at the manor, or during visits to the training center that Lyra had been stationed at, Hope had learned to treat Lyra as a companion and had quickly changed around her before. That and Hope seemed unusually comfortable around women when it came to her body being exposed. It was around men that she wasn't comfortable, which was one reason she bound her breasts down daily.<br><br>The room they were currently in had been Integra's private room while she stayed at the manor, but it showed some touches of Hope's feminism in it. It was apparent that Integra's touch was still there, but there were more feminine things visible in the room. Hope immediately grabbed Lyra's arm and drug her away from the wall, taking her to a round table that was in the center of the room. Hope had kept everything pretty clean in her room, except for a few random articles of clothing scattered across the bed or on a chair from her morning debates on what to wear. Sitting down at the little table, Hope crossed her legs and cocked her head at Lyra. <br><br>"So tell me what's got you fighting a giggle over there," she said tauntingly, reaching across the table to grab a coaster to fan herself with to make the burn ointment dry on her nose faster.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hellsing: A New Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>24-08-2010, 05:35:08</strong>
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				"H-hey!&nbsp; Wait!"&nbsp; As everyone started to leave the private garden behind, Andrew managed to get to his feet, grabbing onto the tall hedges that surrounded the path in and out of the location.&nbsp; "Some bloody help you are," he muttered to himself, his head still spinning from the phasing.&nbsp; That's when he heard Hope's statement about his lack of proper English etiquette.&nbsp; "That's because I'm not English!&nbsp; I'm a bloody Scotsman!&nbsp; Or wasn't the accent enough for ye to tell it!?"<br><br>Managing to get out of the garden, and back into the main Hellsing manor, Andrew sat back down in a chair.&nbsp; It was while sitting in that chair that he noted the group - the Director, Dameon, the Iscariot girl - enter with another new, female member in tow. He would've said hello to her, too...but his mind was currently still frazzled.&nbsp; So, he let her go by, figuring that she would show up at training or a deployment or something, and have the opportunity to meet her there.&nbsp; Heck, being a unit leader, maybe she'd be assigned to his unit as backup, or learning the job, or something.<br><br>After a while, the headache faded, and the Bound felt well enough to stand.&nbsp; "Well, damn," he sighed.&nbsp; "What in God's name do I do now?"&nbsp; All the girls were gone - and a couple in no likely mood to see him...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hellsing: A New Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kineas</strong> on <strong>24-08-2010, 06:42:34</strong>
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				"Are you sure? Here I thought it might be a good thing if I started to learn to bite my tongue." She said as she was lead over to the table. Lyra knew she tended to have humour in pretty poor taste, and even though Hope never held it against her for too long, she thought it might be worth at least <em>trying</em> to be a little more prudent when she wasn't sure who might be coming in at any moment. Then again, she just couldn't resist when she was prompted twice. <br><br>"Just amused at the thoroughness of your idol worship, as usual. If Integra were choosing a successor based only on how seriously she'd take her work, you'd take first place against the whole world. It does ease my mind a bit to see you've redecorated at least a little bit, but seriously Hope, it's your room. It could be pink with glitter and it would be no one's place to question it." Lyra knew a little bit about Hope's extra efforts to be taken as seriously as possible, and she wished that such precautions weren't necessary at all, which was exactly why she had to point out all the places where it probably wasn't doing Hope a whole lot of good. No matter how serious the fight, you still had to be able to relax at the end of the day, right? Why not put a little more efficiency towards that instead of appearances?<br><br>"Anyways, how long do you think it will be before the others arrive? Do you have... soda, perhaps? I mean, as much as I just <em>love</em> tea... well, do you suppose there will be more interesting flavors, like chai?" Lyra tried not to make eye contact while discussing the drink of choice. Traditions weren't her strong suit.
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