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[wearyheadtorest]

Who: Hellsing personnel
What: The meet-and-greet barbecue.
Where: Out in back of Hellsing HQ.
When: Givdi, beginning in the afternoon, stretching on into the night.
Notes: Dean's network post will be the first comment, after that, just tag in at will to create new threads at the barbecue itself.
Warnings: Contains Alucard. Also contains Dean Winchester. Further warnings to be added as we go AW SHIT I NEED TO WARN PEOPLE ABOUT THAT.

About midday, a call goes out on the Hellsing filter from Dean, setting this thing up.

By mid-afternoon, with help, there are a couple of grills going, crabs on the boil, tables lined up in the grass behind the guild hall. There's meat, there's shellfish, there's vegetables and side dishes. There's even some wine and beer.

Hello, Hellsing. Come meet and greet your fellow operatives.

Comments

[hehaseatenthepancake]

"Ohhhhhhh," he says, as though enlightened by a great secret. "That sounds like a big responsibility. I'm sure you'll do a great job, though."

He gives her his best possible smile (which isn't that great, but he does try), then looks down at her father. "Hellboy." Which Sol may have already known, if he paid more attention to the roster than Hellboy does, but he probably would've introduced himself anyway.

[cailisairgid]

With Liesl preening above his head at the praise, Sol offers a hand to shake (his left hand, he can...see what you're working with there, dude), confirming he had actually paid some attention to the roster as he says, "Yeah. Sol Koenig, and this is my Liesl-"

"He's my dad," she corrects, in case Hellboy was getting any totally wrong impressions of who thinks who is in charge here.

[hehaseatenthepancake]

Yes, indeed, the right is not for shaking, in his case, but he'll shake with the left just fine, chuckling at Liesl's correction. "Nice to meet you, Sol. And you too, Liesl." Yes, he'll also offer her a handshake, if she wants. "So I know what she does around here. How about you, Sol?"

[cailisairgid]

"I'm Sir Hellsing's lawyer," he supplies, as Liesl delights at her very own handshake. "Though I think the books say I'm an in house resource legal consultant."

At the last branch, he was a senior field agent, and...technically, he still is. That, however, is staying off the books and only coming up when it needs to; mages are like that.

[hehaseatenthepancake]

"Oh, good. So if we ever get sued, you're the guy who'll get us out of it."

He makes a joke of it, but he's also... not quite, entirely, joking. Back home, the Bureau got threatened by lawsuits every so often for one reason or another, so he knows it's a possibility.

[cailisairgid]

Sol bounces Liesl on his shoulders a little as he doesn't quite laugh in his usual, close-mouthed kind of way. It's not that he's unfriendly or closed off, he's just not and will never be the most expressive like that, sharp-toothed and quiet even when he's feeling good. "Yeah, that's me. And let me guess: clerk."

[hehaseatenthepancake]

He snorts, then shuffles his plate over so he can hold up the Right Hand. "Oh yeah. You should see my typing speed with this thing." He pauses, then adds, "Actually, no. When I was younger, I went through a lot of typewriters before I just stopped trying."