i'll watch as they drag you away

[suninhades]

Who: Hellsing.
What: A belated (SORRY augh) meanwhile post because a couple people expressed interest.
Where: The Hellsing Guild Hall.
When: Oct 1, during the riots.
Notes: No headers, just an open post!
Warnings: TBA if needed.

Integra is resigned to going without sleep - not for the first time, and she's not particularly bothered by it. Being on guard is better than being in the midst of the apocalyptic end of England. One of her aids, bless his heart, has already taken it upon himself to appear grim and determined in the kitchen and make coffee a priority at once. She sends a missive to all off-duty employees, informing them that they are now officially on call for the next seventy-two hours, and settles in her office with the door open and her CiD set up like a work station.

Hours later, she sends another message, this time to all agents.

All agents not currently engaged immediately in Guild-issued assignments are to return to the Guild Hall. Agents engaged in activities not issued by the Guild are to cease said activities at once, and return to the Guild Hall immediately. Further instruction will come in person; no inquiries will be taken via other means of communication.

Everyone who arrives is given the same information: they are not to engage in whatever the hell is going on out at the Arena. It is not their business if people want to kill each other all day over there, but it is their business that the Militia is leaving gaps in their maintenance of the safety of the rest of the city. All hands on deck to do their jobs.

After a while, she makes a small note in her records reflecting Jim Kirk's AWOL status; writing him up for dereliction of duty in a few days for show may not please him, but in the event Hellsing is investigated, it is the safest path to protect all of them.

Comments

[payglorytoashes]

Rodolphus is among the first to report in, which is probably unsurprising given his lack of civic engagement and ability to apparate. It is one of those rare occasions when a heck of a lot of Hellsing agents are in the Guild Hall together. They all keep their own schedules, for the most part, and Rodolphus more than most, but he takes it upon himself to at least be around and if not necessarily warm and inviting, approachable. That kind of thing is beneficial for the times when he has to work with others, he supposes. So he's just finishing up some standard field reports and trying politely to not exude the 'fuck offffffff' vibes that are his default setting.

[hehaseatenthepancake]

Half an hour after the all-call recall, Hellboy trudges into the Guild Hall. Getting a cab to haul ass out to Sobek Croix wasn't cheap, which he's not terribly thrilled about, but at least his coat escaped this latest hunt intact save for one seam and needing a wash.

Once he's gotten the instructions, he makes a quick stop to his locker to clean up and exchange the coat for a fresh one. He then hits the armory, both to top off his ammo supply (He actually got three whole shots off this time out! And only missed once! That might be a record.) and to generally make sure everything is in order and ready for distribution. This leads to a walkabout of the Guild Hall, checking in with the various departments and making sure everyone's got their heads in the game.

(That keeping busy with this helps keep his own head in the game and not distracted by events in the arena is not lost on him.)