plot } the creatures descend.

[synergismus]

Who: Everyone!
What: Creatures descend!
Where: All across the city, although attacks will be most fervent at its heart.
When: Friday/Veerdi evening and into the week.
Notes: Slow and back-tagging is, as always, permitted. If you are confused, look at these two posts for more information.
Warnings: Violence, creepiness, swearing knowing these characters.

On Veerdi, the presence of the creatures reaches a fever pitch. Something has provoked them into launching an all-out assault, though it is one that begins slowly. The pipe-crawlers, generally harmless though they may be, are seen across homes in Baedal, sneaking up through the pipes and into bathtub drains or sinks. They come by the dozens, and their keening makes most homeowners nauseated--but it's their appearance that leads to a number of distressed Network calls.

This is just the distraction for the rest.

The call of the crawlers draws in the armored, sickly creatures with the tiny primates carried inside of it. They are inelegantly lumbering, but much faster than one might expect, and certainly hostile. They trudge across the city, barreling over anyone who gets in their path and leaving them half-crushed in the street. They're certainly unsettling in their obvious unhealthiness, and the disease-ridden animals they carry are downright vicious, especially once they escape (messily, bloodily) from their fleshy cage.

It's the birds that are the worst, though; the cleverest, and the cruelest.

These strange black birds are resistant to typical attacks and flying in large groups. They descend on pedestrians, picking at their eyes and faces, ready to rapidly tear flesh from bone until there's nothing left but skeletal remains. They fly out of range when they can, only to divebomb anyone who might think they've escaped.

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[birdofhermes.livejournal.com]

It won't take Alucard long to find the makeshift first aid station. Though he's better suited to a multitude of things beyond errand boy at present, there's no disobeying Integra - and her logic holds true: he can make quick work of a supply run, even if he'd rather not be the elect.

In one hand he's gripping a messenger back, black and nondescript, but it's quite obviously filled to the brim. It's all of the supplies she requested, plus a few additional basics for the human and nonhuman alike - some of the less common salves emblazoned with the occasional cross or rune. Fortunately, there's nothing deadly here - only protective.

He comes to a halt just beyond the gap in the hedge, peering inward, and then it's all but growled (the most good-natured growl imaginable, of course): "Delivery."

[primogen_vampirate]

Immediately, Mina recognized that voice from a conversation over the network. She looked over at the stranger and was a little...underwhelmed. Then again, what could she possibly have been expecting? Black bats and a cape? "Vlad, I presume?" she asked, taking off her jacket. The deep brand, dull brown against her pale white skin, winked up at her, reminding her, among other things, that even if this guy was just some nutter, he was still probably older than she.

And yet, she felt very little in the way of predator's taint.

Odd.

She gave him a grim nod, walking over to take the bag. "Any idea what's causing this hullabaloo?" she asked him

[birdofhermes.livejournal.com]

The black bats and cape only come out to play on Tuesdays, unfortunately.

Alucard reaches out, allowing Mina to take the bag when she draws close. Gloved, as always, the alchemical seals long burned into them are left in plain sight.

"Alucard," he corrects her, making no point of hiding the fact that he's looking her over. There's nothing nefarious about it: he's simply coming to the same, vaguely disappointing conclusions about this supposed fellow vampire.

Mina's query goes ignored. He has better things to do, right now - and his gaze shifts from her, fixing instead at some point further in the distance. The crows are audible even where they aren't yet swarming, and it looks as if he'd like nothing better than to be at the source of those inhuman cries.

"How quickly can you move?"

[primogen_vampirate]

Mina set the bag down on the ground, anxious to sort through the supplies. "I don't run," Mina replied, kneeling down and wrenching the bag open. And she meant that in all senses of the word. "My hands are fast enough."

She imagined he thought very poorly of her. Mina didn't mind, frankly. If she wanted to be popular, she would have worn more nylons and less clothing. Still, there was something about his nature that she found rather grating at the moment. All of the vampires in this world lacked any form of finesse or social graces. She never thought she would miss the Daeva so much. Even womanizing Doyle, with his ego and his mincing, knew how to work and play well with others.

Still, if Mina was one thing, it was showy. To demonstrate her point. In less than a breath, she drew one of her pistols, shooting a thorn off of her hedge. In the next blink of an eye, it was back in her pocket and she was sorting through the medical supplies.

"Are there any other medics in Hellsing, or am I on my own? If so, please tell me how your organization wishes me to prioritize in triage."

[birdofhermes.livejournal.com]

The vampire stays, unmoving, through her display - head canted just so.

"I hadn't endeavored to make you give up your position," and he states it with a grin. Surely, the gunfire will have drawn the attentions of their present foes - be they crows or less recogniseable creatures. "I only wanted to know if you'd be of more use as a mobile unit. If you don't run, however.."

The implication is enough. It'll do no good.

"Hellsing houses a number of medics - most of which are presently at work in the field. The others are stationed in the guild, waiting for what casualties the hospitals won't be able to accommodate. The organisation, however, has no say in the operation of nonmembers."

[primogen_vampirate]

"Then I'll run my own triage," Mina said, setting out the salves in order of use, alphabetically. Burns first, followed by disinfectants, followed by tranquilizers, and so on. She made quick work of it, shoving all of the bottles within an inch of the hedge, to avoid puncturing any with the thorns. These thorns were capable of dealing lethal damage to immortals, after all. She didn't want to think of what they would do to glass. And she had never been quite this ambitious with Cruac before.

Not that it mattered here.

No one cared about the Masquerade.

Mina took a blanket out, laying it across the ground. From one of her shopping bags, she removed a pillow she had just purchased herself. Goose down. She sighed. Such a waste to get it all dirty and bloody, but patients were her first priority, so she set it on the blanket.

Once everything was set in place to her satisfaction, she took out the bottle of rum she had been saving, just in case. Pulling out the cork with her teeth, she poured some into her palms, rubbing them clean and sterile. And smelling rather pleasant.

[birdofhermes.livejournal.com]

"If that's all you required,"

And Mina will have a rather sardonic bow, should she choose to regard him in that moment - as well as a bit of what she'd been hoping to see before. There's a quiet flutter of wings, and Alucard's hand - his arm - no, Alucard, has gone, swept up and off to kill in a form she's like to recognise: a swarm of bats.