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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[primogen_vampirate]

Mina accepted the paper without batting an eye. "I'll take a look," she said simply, folding it into three and putting it in the hidden pocket inside of her blazer. "I assume I can contact you over the network with any sorts of questions?"

That was one thing Baedal had going for it. The CiD network. Far more efficient than Chicago's Ghoul Network. And hopefully a bit more private, although Mina wasn't ready to count on that just yet. Somehow, the other shoe always managed to fall, just a soon as she started getting comfortable. Life was funny that way.

Standing up, Mina's mind wandered. She decided she needed to find a pub. Not a dodgy speakeasy or upscale wine bar. No. What she needed as a noisy, crowded room, filled with people who were singing extremely offkey. Perhaps even some dancing. Mina hated dancing, but right now, it might be the ideal tonic to this miserable place with its miserable people.

Somehow, she doubted she'd get directions to one from Integra. "Thank you very much for seeing me. I realize this was...impromptu."

[suninhades]

She nods, rising. "I'm easily reachable." Perhaps not promptly, considering her schedule, but Integra always makes sure to get back to anyone who reaches out to her as soon as possible.

"Please, think nothing of it. I'm glad to speak with you." And she means that - she may be austere, and she may not understand... whatever it is that's going on with Mina, presently, but it's been interesting, and she'd rather know than not. (It's a pity Mina won't ask her about bars - Integra knows where everything in the city is.)

"If you need anything, don't hesitate to contact myself or one of my agents."

[primogen_vampirate]

"I think all I need right now is a pub," Mina said, a bit tartly, perhaps, but she supposed she had a right to be in a sour mood. Then again, she often had that right and chose not to abuse it. She supposed she was just too far out of her own domain. Tomorrow, she decided, she would return to her old ways, cultivating a certain reputation for herself. But tonight, tonight she would indulge.

She offered Integra a hand, despite the fact that their last handshake had put her off. "A pleasure."

[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.