i hum your name and walk across corpses

[suninhades]

Who: Integra Hellsing and Mina Barrett.
What: It's hard to turn down seeking out job opportunities when the suggestion is given to you by Dracula.
Where: The Hellsing Guild Hall.
When: Calling it Saturday Sukkardi night, for ease?
Notes: I got nothin'.
Warnings: Will edit if needed.

Unlike most businesses, after nightfall is when things really begin to pick up at Hellsing. Deliveries from contacts who can't make the trip during the day, more agents coming and going, the occasional grudging visit from something someone didn't quite kill That One Time - be it a mundane evening or the odd night when everything goes completely crazy, the hours cast in the dark are always busier than the ones in the light.

It's why Integra is presently out of her office and standing in the middle of the street in front of the hall itself, smoking a cigarette and checking out the enormous acid-like circular burn left on the pavement with two other employees. While it's certainly not immediately professional to be rubbernecking at the damage done by some godawful thing that's been brought in, she'd had to come out anyway to lend a hand in damage control - there's still gore and ichor on her boots, splattered on her shirt and trousers.

It's not such an uncommon sight.

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[suninhades]

They're all out of their own domains. It's how they choose to react to it that dictates how each person behaves - Integra, for her part, has chosen to shove this world under her bloody boot heel just like the last two she was in. (It's a thing.)

"The Ankh in the village here is pleasant," she says. "In Badside, southeast of the distinct the arrival Inn is at, there are establishments that cater to the undead." Integra takes her hand, grip firm, and gives her a small small. "You as well. Have a good evening, Doctor."

[primogen_vampirate]

Oh. So maybe she did know how to have fun.

Maybe.

She would have to file away that information for now.

Mina pulled her hand back. "Mina," she said, lightly. "I honestly have no love of titles. Probably because I have so many of them." Doctor. Primogen. Corporal. Hierophant. And, in some circles, 'that brazen hussy.' That one was probably her favorite. And then, of course, there was her real name. But that was buried deeper than her emotions generally were. Especially in light of Chicago.

"Good evening."

[suninhades]

"Mina. Good night."

And that that, Integra's back to work - well, she's got to fire off a few messages about 'the Masquerade' first, but that's all just more work. (Sigh, vampires.) At least life's never boring.