seems I was born for this.

[payglorytoashes]

Who: OPEN
What: Rodolphus goes to Hellsing to get reinstated and lurk around because he has no life. He could be accosted there or on the way.
Where: Sobek Croix
When: the morning after his return
Notes: Though he is obviously not a social butterfly, Rodolphus would probably make a point of seeking out anybody at Hellsing he knew from before and at least nodding at them to indicate he's back (excluded: Integra, who he'd assume was informed by Nuala, and Alucard, because really who the hell seeks out Alucard of their own accord also why would Alucard care). This does not HAVE to happen and can totally be handwaved, but he'd make an effort to do so, jsyk.
Warnings: nothin, he's on his best behavior.

Commuting is not an issue for wizards, and Rodolphus is usually so indifferent to his surroundings that he might easily stay at the Valhalla indefinitely. He had in fact told Lucius otherwise, but that was the kind of answer he was expected to give. Still, there is something comforting about Sobek Croix. He is inclined to look for another cottage there. Before that can happen, however, he wishes to have his badge and paperwork in order.

It is early when he comes to the Hellsing guild hall, a book in hand in case he has to wait in the lobby; Nuala may have left notice with the desk sergeant, or not, or his CiD may not be sufficient identification. It's not a big deal to him.

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[fixating]

Regulus got himself settled in Sobek Croix soon after the initial transition period of arriving in Baedal, but he seems to spend more time at the Hellsing guild hall than he does at home, anyway, so who knows why he bothered.

He's just about to leave, actually, passing through the lobby, when he spots Rodolphus and stills, briefly, when he recognizes him. A part of him reels back, inwardly and instinctively, but he reins it in before it shows on his face. He'd been told that Rodolphus was in the city before, but somehow hadn't exactly thought he'd return. He's pretty sure he actually replaced Rodolphus when he left, too.

Now that he's seen him and, presumably, been seen, Regulus moves over toward him fluidly, older than he should be but still largely the same as he ever was.

He smiles, thinly. "Rodolphus."

He's just glad that neither of them are inclined toward being particularly verbose, especially at one another.

[rhinemaid]

Picturesque as Sobek Croix is, a cemetery is still - even in the cool light of early morning - a cemetery, imposing and quiet and a little depressing. It's why she likes to visit in the mornings, early enough that she can see the sun still rising while she's there; it feels a little less oppressive.

Sometimes, sitting by Boromir's grave, she wonders if she has one, somewhere. Did they bury her, after she died? Did they burn her body, let her ashes scatter? She could ask Sonja- she never does, though, just wonders, now and then. Curls her fingernails against her palms and wonders what that means, really; this is her body, but it can't be the one she left behind, can it? And then if it isn't, is she herself? Or an echo - a copy. A copy of a copy of a mistake.

She wonders what Isobel thought, looking into her own face mirrored younger on Ilde.

Sometimes she just wonders what other people are thinking, when they're there. Catching sight of Rodolphus as she steps out of the gate, she wonders what happened to his family, and what he would think if he were--

Hang on. Wait.

“Rodolphus Lestrange?”