( no one ever said elves are nice )

[cailisairgid]

WHO: Princess Nuala, Anna Demirovna, Hellsing NPCs
WHAT: A meeting is interrupted.
WHERE: The Hellsing Guild Hall.
WHEN: Friday evening, before and during the crescendo of attacks.
WARNINGS: Nothing currently. Nuala is a lady.

As Ms Demirovna's arrival is anticipated, there's little fuss involved in escorting her to the Princess's (as she's referred to - 'the princess', 'her highness', etc) public office upstairs. Her role in the Guild itself is evidently as a member of the command unit and the head of department for Public Relations; accordingly, her office is a spacious room that appears to have been specifically selected for ease of entertaining those she's obliged to meet with for one reason or the other. The desk is set towards the back of the room, an imposing piece of furniture below a display case at the far wall that holds the silver hand of King Balor, by a corner window with a low ledge that during the day must beautifully stream light into her workspace. Towards the middle of the room, and most immediately relevantly, there is a low settee and soft arm-chairs with a matched table, set at the fireside.

The spinning wheel and sewing baskets must seem, perhaps, like an odd choice for such a room- but not when one is aware of precisely what purpose they serve.

The Princess herself is an elegant representative in red and black, seated at the fireside as Anna's shown in by an aid. "Thank you for coming," she says, rising to invite Anna to the seat opposite her. It's a more personal way of handling this encounter than sitting on opposite sides of a desk that lends itself to an air of interrogation; as Anna is interested in allies, so too is the politically-minded Nuala.

(In her position here, she rates an invitation to the city events of her own, but lately she's preferred to attend as a plus one of Independence Front acquaintances who are so very relieved to be given someone to deal with who - as it were - speaks their language. She's there to make connections, and the awareness of who she represents keeps them polite without requiring that she remind them.)

What Anna is arrests her attention almost immediately - fae, yes, she can feel it, but with her fondness for those of the vampiric persuasion, there is no question that she recognizes the younger woman for what else she is. It's a curious blend that she's not come across before, and at first she's almost taken aback in her surprise. Rather than finding it offensive or distressing, though, Nuala's interest is only further piqued by this development.

They are going to have a great deal to talk about.

"Please," she says, smiling, "do join me."