May. 6th, 2011

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Who: Sonja Garin, Réjean Sept-Heure.
What: Sonja goes to see a man she suspects is capable of trading in materials slightly more sensitive (and useful) than Nutella.
Where: Some fancy miscellaneous cafe in Aspic.
When: Early evening.
Notes: N/A
Warnings: Idk, Réjean is in it?

Sonja is quickly figuring that the world of Baedal that she's presented with is probably not its entire truth--it's natural for governments and their PR systems to smooth over reality, so she's not surprised, but the divergence between truth and fiction seems even broader here, maybe because she's an outsider's perspective. Assimilation is something she never managed at home, and she doubts it possibility here. Consequently, she's even more unwilling than usual to accept its ostensible rules as fact.

And that means making connections to see what she can get, and what she can't. The walk to Aspic isn't the shortest, but it's good for her to see the city, to expose herself to it and learn what it's like. The destination is nicer than she expected, but that makes sense for the purpose of this meeting, and her apparel is versatile, so she'll blend in adequately...in as much as she ever does. She steps into the cafe, low heels of her boots unsettlingly quiet on the floorboards, and makes her way to the designated table.
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Who: Integra and Dean to start, open to all expat Hellsing operatives eventually.
What: Integra returns to hq and is interrupted by a familiar face.
Where: Outside the Helling Guild Hall.
When: A little while after Alucard's post.
Notes: Start new threads as you need to! Otherwise, party post after the initial one.
Warnings: Uh. Dean. And... Alucard.

In the weeks since Integra's arrival to Baedal, she has had only infrequent cause to observe the cohort network. She rarely fraternizes with anyone - new arrivals like herself or natural citizens - outside of work. Despite the name, she certainly doesn't feel particularly aligned with anyone else in the city, and hasn't ever had anything to say to anyone.

It's not unusual.

But the network gets used, if not by her, and so there's a girl on staff that checks for Integra, and alerts her to anything relevant to Hellsing. Said assistant, just moments ago, scurried up with eyes only slightly wide (to her credit), clutching her CiD, and in an almost-tremulously reported: "Mister Alucard has done something."

The things she puts up with. Honestly.

Hellsing's guild hall is a bit of a hike from any of the transport lines, but that doesn't mean it takes Integra very long to get back - and that's where she is now, stalking at a purposeful pace towards the main gate, coat fanned out behind her, expression of stop at your own peril clearly etched on her face.

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