Dean Winchester (
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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.
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Places like these, they aren't places where you see a lot of people smiling like this. Not often and if you somehow manage to hang onto it the place might try to batter it out of you. He'd hate to see that.
"Look, Integra wouldn't have hired you if she didn't think you had the goods," he says. "You can cut it. Just try to take things one at a time if you can. It'll all make some kinda sense eventually."
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"Where are you from?" she asks, leaning back in her chair and crossing her legs. "Are you American?" As obvious as it might seem, Shiori has already met some people that defy explanation.