It's like paradise, spread out with a butter knife :: [OPEN]

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Who: EVERYONE
What: Réjean has decided that more people ought to celebrate and help raise a bit of dosh for one of his favourite bars. See: flyer.
Where: The Apache.
When: Misdi night and into the wee hours of the morning.
Warnings: Discussion of Pickman's manky feet.

The Apache is much the same as it always is: dimly lit, with the jukebox playing in the background, and the bartender serving whatever's on tap. Tonight, the bar is packed with people from all across the city, different cantons and cohorts, all out to celebrate surviving the fungal plague. Patrons are encouraged to buy tickets for a door prize with the proceeds going to repair the damage tunnelling ants made to the cellar.

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[cailisairgid]

With Hellsing, you get what you paid for, in the main. There may be practises they don't talk about (there are; that's one of the reasons Sol is, as was recently noted, the blackest of black ops agents), but the guiding principles of everything they do are exactly what they say they are. They are good people, they just aren't nice people, and the results can't be argued with. (Well, not very effectively. Some do try.)

"Good move," he says, of her decision. It's sensible and he likes that. "Work-wise, I'm not really the one you'll have to, uh, win over, but personal curiosity, I'd like to know more about how you got into what you do, if you're willing."

[aldabeyoun.livejournal.com]

"Genetics, mainly. Some relative spotted it in me early on and people like me, we can all do conjure of some sort -- some are thieves, some are blacksmiths, some are just fucking animals, and there's a few that get flesh and the dead. It's not a classy profession and not common." For Njoki there never really was one defining moment where her life changed; she's always been this way, always seen the world as she sees it now, and the only difference is that she can describe and affect what's around her.

"Dead is easier to work with. Less mess, you know? The living are so bound up in their own skins that, well, it's really painful for them and me to fix anything. Why risk getting thrown out of your own body when you can see a proper healer? The dead, well, they're usually just renting the place and it's easier to shunt them into a corner while you work." Reworking Pickman's was possible because he was already in a state of transformation -- he wasn't attached to the feet he had, so swapping them out for hooves was messy and painful, but not traumatizing.