( your heart bleeds like mine )

[suninhades]

Who: The Guild of Battling Preternatural Horrors, AKA Hellsing.
What: Open Hellsing log!
Where: The Hellsing Guild Hall and grounds in Sobek Croix, The Ankh.
When: Any time.
Notes: I tossed up a couple of random headers + a planned thread starter, but feel free to make your own threads, and use this post for as long as you like - I know it's been a while since we've had one.
Warnings: Fucked up beyond all reason.

The climate around the guild hall in past weeks has been turbulent - tense in places, happy in others, confused, and as ever, over-worked. Returns, resurrections, and the typical slew of workday horrors all combine into a uniquely Hellsing cocktail of emotions. (Unless you're Mr Lestrange, presumably.) But there's still work to be done, hauntings to be investigated, monsters to slay, wards to cast, reports to put off...

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[regicidium]

As well as can be expected gets a thin and crooked smile -- if Jaime were unable to survive what some may see as sly jabs or criticisms, or took offense to all of them leveled his way by man or woman alike, he'd never have survived his own household, between Cersei and Tyrion. The topic is allowed to carry on as she continues, now listing forward in his chair, elbows set against knees in a slouch forward that is customary for him, yet somehow attentive.

He doesn't seem put off. Maybe Jack was onto something.

"I feel moved," Jaime why do you always sound sarcastic even when you're not, "to be clear that I don't hail from a realm infested with monsters of the sort found in Baedal." Only the man-shaped kind. "I've met and slayed a few villains since my time here, but I've no skill with magics to speak of."

[suninhades]

"Many of my agents are the same." She flips open the folder and selects a sheet from one of the colored tabbed sections, handing it over to him. It appears to be a list of suggested reading, and times for when the general mage tank trainer is in the back field for open calls.

"We do provide training during probationary employment. And you would, of course, be under the supervision of an experienced field agent until we're relatively sure you aren't going to be eaten alive at the first opportunity. Generally I don't permit people to be half-in on a commitment here," no, this woman doesn't seem like she appreciates anything even resembling lukewarm conviction, "but I suspect Mr Benjamin would be somewhat put out if I returned you missing a limb or ghouled. If you'd like to attend a few training sessions before you decide, you are welcome to."

[regicidium]

Jaime hesitates, before taking the sheet, squinting at the list as she speaks and bringing up a hand to scratch his jaw. His has an aversion to heavy reading, but unlike most things that pop into his mind and somehow get spoken immediately, he keeps this complaint to himself. The time table is studied instead, and the sheet folded for later reference.

"I finish what I begin," he says, on the topic of commitment. "I'll see the training sessions, but I expect I'll agree by the end of them, unless I'm found wanting."

[suninhades]

Reading is good for your brain, Jaime.

"Then we'll see how it goes." No one comes out of training anything less than needing minor medical attention, seeing as some of the tanks treat it like hazing - but it's still gentler than actual field work. (..Unless Alucard is out, that day.) She can imagine this man, this obviously upper-class knight, finding the hands-on aspect of work, the dirt and the research and the completely unglamorous blood, offensive. She hasn't decided yet whether or not she'll be impressed if he proves her wrong.

"We do offer certain benefits. Landlords in the area who appreciate us offer employees certain rates on housing, and Sobek Croix businesses sometimes mark down shopping for us. It is a quiet community here, isolated enough for when work keeps us to the hall. The locals appreciate the attention."