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[hehaseatenthepancake]

Who: Hellboy and Integra
What: The boss delivers a present!
Where: Hellsing guild hall, recreational area
When: TuesdayMisdi, mid-afternoon
Notes: Preliminary to monster plot kickoff proper.
Warnings: Truly dreadful treatment, in Integra's opinion, of a national treasure.

Sometimes it's best, when confronted with a puzzle that one can't figure out, to put it aside for a time, to let the subconscious work on it.

Thus it is that Hellboy is lounging in one of the larger comfy chairs in the rec area of the guild hall, one leg draped over the armrest, his little hoof-toes wiggling about idly as they dangle in the air. In his hands, he's got a book borrowed from the Inn, its cover adorned with bright, pulp style art of an intrepid adventurer encountering a large glittering jewel while ominous shapes lurk in the shadows, entitled, Tom Swift and His Shining Trapezohedron. A nearby coffee table has a couple of large maps of parts of the city, heavily marked with dots here and there. As the maps had been received rolled up, their current inclination to curl back up has been curtailed by a towel-wrapped golden sword.

Hellboy reads the book leisurely, occasionally looking at the maps again to see if anything pops out at him. Technically, he's sort of working, but could be interrupted if something came up.

Comments

[suninhades]

It's fortunate that Integra is a so very skilled and educated swordswoman; she only had to observe Excalibur to absorb its exact measurements. (Perhaps it's just the same sword as it is in her world. ... Perhaps she's handled Excalibur in her world? Maybe she just does have a very good eye - who knows, she's got keen enough insight on plenty of other oddities.)

When she finds Hellboy in the recreation area, the look she gives the impromptu map table is something torn between cold incredulity and that deep, universally frightening echo of I'm not mad, I'm just disappointed. Because it's Integra, however, the expression is mild. Somewhat. Held horizontally, she carries a long, flat black box. It's fairly obvious what's inside.

"I'd like to borrow your attention for a moment," she says, and it is perhaps quite literally through the grace of God that she does not tack on something like If you aren't too busy.