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]

"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."