a pale princess in a palace cracked

[suninhades]

Who: Integra Hellsing, Narcissa Malfoy, and perhaps a husband.
What: A concerned citizen contacts Integra about seeing Mr. Malfoy's wife being mugged in the forest! Oh no.
Where: Malfoy Townhouse.
When: In the wee hours of the morning after Lucius and Narcissa's mugger vs jar of moonlight deathmatch.
Notes: This takes place before Integra and Dean go looking for Mabel.
Warnings: TBA.

Four missing persons within Hellsing - Integra might be surprised there's not actually hellfire following her around the past few days if she was in the presence of mind to be more whimsical about anything. She's coming in from overseeing a captive hellspawn entity being taken in from outside when the man approaches her, timid but determined, afraid for 'that lost-looking fella's wife'. She hears the story and doesn't even bother calling anyone else. She's not heard a damn thing back from Mabel, and that's quite enough. CiD communication is apparently just not cutting it. Fine.

Wearing a black coat, hair pulled back into a high ponytail and clutching a sepia-glowing fae-lit lantern in one hand, Integra bangs ungracefully on the townhouse door, nevermind it being four in the goddamn morning. The night is inky-dark, corners curled around with fog battling the changing temperature of the season. She looks furious.

Comments

[vanities]

"Quite precisely what I mean, but not quite how I'll present it," Narcissa clarifies, shaking her head briefly before she summons a box of cigars. (They were upstairs, and she suspects Malfoy Sr of being a light sleeper now; she would be, if she were him.) "I doubt I can immediately convince him to understand he must care about that, but I've a good chance of being able to persuade him not to make his own situation worse for himself."

She pauses again, then shrugs and says, delicately, "I expect to have more luck if I frame the idea in a way that won't threaten his ego. I don't think he has anything left except his pride, so he may cling to it a bit less sensibly than my husband."

Quieter, "If we have a problem that way, it'll be my sister."

[suninhades]

"I've heard a bit about your sister," she says, and watches the magic trick with a dull sort of observation only carried by the truly jaded. "It is a situation we have been officially appraised of."

And though she's a blunt, no-nonsense sort of woman, she's not going to sit in Narcissa's home and threaten her own sister. Especially not in the middle of the night, unannounced, with no foreknowledge of if it's even safe to speak of, here. Bellatrix Lestrange is on a short list at Hellsing, and it's not something entirely appropriate to go into with someone outside the small circle of particularly skilled agents.

/jumps in?

[byrightsinhell]

Lucius is returning home much, much later than he intended; with the disappearances, he had to check in with a few people after his job but before he could head home, and he fully expects an earful from Narcissa over it.

What he doesn't expect is lights on in the parlor at this hour. If she hadn't gone to bed, he'd at least have looked for her upstairs, not down. So when he quietly lets himself in, it's with want in hand, just in case.

He stops, though, when he sees they've company. "...Sir Hellsing." He glances at Narcissa, questioning. "What's wrong?" At this hour, something must be.

[vanities]

"You're late." That isn't immediately what's wrong, but the subject of Bellatrix - and Narcissa's own doubts about Bellatrix's obsessions - is uncomfortable and picking at Lucius usually makes her feel better. In fairness, he wasn't exactly expecting a warm greeting for arriving home in the arse end of the morning and so she is, at least, reassuringly consistent.

Still, given that they've got company, she restricts herself to that icy opener and elaborates, "Your other self appears to have slipped into the city unnoticed. Someone saw him attempting to rob me in the woods and alerted Sir Hellsing. I sorted him out and he's sleeping upstairs, we-" with a glance at Integra, who she's decided she likes, even if she is a bewildering muggle, "-have been discussing the situation."

[suninhades]

"Mr. Malfoy," she greets, but doesn't get up - the hostess didn't, it's four am, she's a little over it. When Narcissa finishes, Integra provides: "With the tone of the city, I thought it prudent to check in with your wife immediately when I'd heard."

And here they are.

[byrightsinhell]

Lucius comes to sit with them, near Narcissa but not touching her. "He attempted to rob you?" That was, he feels, the most pertinent fact.

[vanities]

In the process of lighting a cigar and offering them to Integra, if she'd so desire - they're from Alastor's stash, she had them on her when she arrived and given the state of Baedal she's been hoarding them, this feels like sufficient occasion - Narcissa flicks her fingers dismissively over Lucius's hands. "He tried. He was a bit desperate and we didn't recognize each other 'til I had him on the ground at wandpoint."