my life is trapped in these lines, that's why i'm packing these nines

[suninhades]

Who: Princess Nuala, Integra Hellsing, and everyone who's made an appointment for a job interview at Hellsing.
What: Job interviews.
Where: Hellsing Guild Hall, Sobek Croix.
When: Various times after this post.
Notes: If your character has an interview just start a new thread! You may get Integra, you may get Nuala, you may get both. If you have a preference, say so in your subject line or harass one of us, we are easy to find.
Warnings: Bureaucracy?

In the midst of rising tension in the city, Hellsing is busier than usual. New blood (ha, hah) is always welcome, but especially so these days. The guild hall is perhaps oddly quiet, though it's only because most agents are out on cases. Those with appointments will be seen promptly.

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[suninhades]

Following behind him (intentionally unobtrusively, at first) is a tall woman in a black suit with long pale hair - she steps around him and puts down a file folder on the desk before extending one gloved hand to greet him. "Dr. McCoy, I presume. Integra Hellsing. Please, sit down, we have a few minute before Princess Nuala joins us."

Seeing as this man will be medical staff, both the heads of the organization need to speak with him in some capacity - not everyone is who works at Hellsing is human, after all, and Integra isn't as impactful at highlighting that reality as the elven princess is. "I received quite the glowing recommendation on your behalf from a Captain Kirk," she says, taking her seat. "I understand that you're boarding with Sir Martel as well?"

[aviophobia]

The sudden appearance of the woman he'd spoken to earlier startles him, and he can't help a slight jerk of surprise and a brief widening of his eyes that he can't entirely cover up. "It's a pleasure to meet you in person, Sir Hellsing," he replies, taking her hand and shaking it firmly. (Jim's done his research, and he's benefited.) "Thank you." He sits, careful to maintain his good posture and professional bearing.

At her question, he nods. "That's right, Sir. Sir Martel was kind enough to open his home to Captain Kirk and myself shortly after our arrival, and he's been an excellent host." He hopes she likes Martel and that he hasn't just blown his job interview by gushing about him to his worst enemy or something.

[suninhades]

"I'm glad to hear it. Martel has been an asset to my organization." No worries there, McCoy - Integra may not look it on the surface, but she is a woman who appreciates a particular sense of humor. Martel qualifies. "Being here is no doubt a strange experience for everyone, new arrivals in particular. Fortunately a great many residents are kind to their neighbors, it makes life a bit easier."

And unfortunately a good chunk of those residents are not, hence why Hellsing even exists. "I understand your time engages in space travel and co-existence with peoples originating away from Earth. Do you have any experience with the supernatural?"

[aviophobia]

"No, sir, not as such." He hesitates for a moment before admitting, "I'm afraid the closest I ever got was going into a 'haunted house' when I was younger, and one of my companions claimed she saw a door open and shut by itself. I understand, however, that that's mostly what you deal with here, and I adapt very quickly to new scenarios."

[suninhades]

"The military in my home was not privy to our organization's business," she says. "It's not unsurprising that most people have no experience with it, regardless of their careers." And, hey, maybe this guy's universe just doesn't have any. The idea of it is alien to Integra, but it's certainly possible.

"What I would be interested in from you is treating my agents. We do have other medical professionals on staff," who are all NPCs members of other, older cohorts or naturalized citizens of Baedal, "But your military background makes me inclined to believe you'd scare less easily. We do unpleasant work, and often the injuries sustained by my agents, as well as the latent conditions they may have developed in this field, are shocking."

[aviophobia]

His eyebrows lift slightly, but he doesn't look frightened, just more focused, ad he leans forward. "Latent conditions? I'm presuming you mean the typical psychological conditions that come from stressful work as well as things more supernatural in origin?" Both can be shocking, but he figure it can't be anything worse than what he worked with in the aftermath of the Narada - and if it is, he'll figure out how to deal with it.

[suninhades]

"Anything from post-traumatic stress disorder to possession. I've seen men come back with unidentifiable blood conditions, sudden allergies to iron, werewolf bites - generally my people are sturdy, but things do happen. You'll have access to people who can spot metaphysical issues, of course." A beat, then: "My agents who are supernatural entities themselves tend not to need as much care. Most vampires regenerate on their own. However I do employ more than that, who'll need tetanus shots and bones set all the time."

[aviophobia]

Clearly, McCoy is going to need to do some heavy research before he can be can be of real use to Hellsing. He's making rapid mental notes: blood conditions, allergies to iron, how to best treat a werewolf bite. Allergies are nothing new (God knows the crew on the Enterprise is, collectively, allergic to everything), but a sudden one, and to something as common as iron, sounds like it can be deadly.

"That's fine, sir. In addition to having a small medical kit from my time, I've studied twentieth- and twenty-first century medicinal practices extensively, which is, I understand, the rough equivalent to the level of technology here."

He decides not to think about dealing with vampires right now.

[suninhades]

"To be honest with you, I couldn't begin to guess at the technology level here," she says dryly. "When I left home it was 1999, and I prefer not having to use anything besides my CiD. I hadn't even finished transferring all of my father's World War II records from hard copies."

She leans her elbows on the table, hands clasped. "Don't worry too much. If you're still interested, I'm not going to throw you into the deep end without a vest. I'll be asking you to be on hand under my direct supervision until you're used to what's going on."

[aviophobia]

"I am very interested in working with you still," he promises her, and he is. This is a challenge, and though he'll kvetch and whine and moan about it, he doesn't back down from a challenge - especially not one that Jim apparently gave him a 'glowing recommendation' for. "I appreciate the offer of your supervision, and I'd also like some time to do some research on the more supernatural things I'll be dealing with, if that is acceptable to you."

[suninhades]

"That's fine." She'd expect nothing less, really. "Not all work will be so fantastic, but it's the nature of this works, and one must have an open mind."

[aviophobia]

"I'm a doctor, Sir Hellsing. I never expect things to be 'fantastic.'" He shakes his head. "It's a bonus when it is, but that's all."

[cailisairgid]

"I suspect we are using fantastic to connote 'of fantasy' in this particular instance, Dr McCoy."

The wry, oddly-accented voice belongs to one Princess Nuala, joining them as Integra had said she would. Even among her own people she is mythic, and there's more than a hint of that in the frankly otherworldly nature of her as she comes to sit, setting down the slim folder she brings with her on the table. The hints of normalcy - the blouse and skirt wouldn't be out of place on some modest human woman, the folder itself - almost serve to underscore how much she isn't as they are, incongruities upon her person.

She is wholly of Earth, tied to its nature in ways profound and beyond explanation, but she is something else entirely.

"Good day. Sir Hellsing asked if I might join this interview to discuss our xenian requirements with you."

i could have sworn i replied to this

[suninhades]

When Nuala enters, Integra rises from her seat politely. "Princess," she greets. "Doctor McCoy, this is Princess Nuala ní Balor, our chief political and diplomatic officer."

'Of fantasy' is indeed what she meant, there. (Elves are terrific.) She sits back down after Nuala takes her seat.

[aviophobia]

McCoy rises to his feet as well, and though he's surprised by Nuala's appearance (in more ways than one), it doesn't register on his face beyond a slight flicker in his eyes. She's not human, to be certain. What she is, though, he's not sure.

"A pleasure to meet you, Princess," he greets her, bowing slightly. Once both women have regained their seats, he does as well.

[cailisairgid]

"And you, doctor." Settling with a small smile, she folds her hands over the file she brought with her and considers him for a moment, glancing once at Integra. "I understand that you're familiar with...'xenobiology'; what concerns me is your ability to cope with the necessity of magic and its effects being associated with the treatment of some of our employees. I understand that men of science often find such things...challenging."

(Her tone suggests this is a flaw, but a forgiveable one that must simply be overcome.)

[suninhades]

"We do have several magic users on staff," Integra supplies. "In my experience, magical injuries often involve a lot of troubleshooting and research even if the attending healer is a mage himself."

[aviophobia]

McCoy spreads his hands. "In my experience, Princess, 'magic' is most often science that hasn't been explained yet - but I've already seen a lot of things since coming here that I could never explain with science, so I'm willing to learn whatever I can to help those in need here, whatever that may mean."

[cailisairgid]

"An understandable attitude, and I have seen my share of credulous humans create explanations for what is simply beyond their present comprehension," Nuala inclines her head, "and I am merely concerned that you don't allow yourself to be limited only by your experience." Her frankness is important, she feels; they'll better be able to work to avoid these things if they're honest and straightforward about what's necessary, and her intention is clearly to achieve that and not to insult him.

"There will be times when one of our mages will be required to assist you- when you will need to work in tandem, in some way- and it's important that you'll be able to adapt to this. We have great respect for your ability as a doctor; that you give the same respect will be a good place to begin."

[suninhades]

"If it is easier," Integra begins, "Think of it like alchemy. I've been made to understand that in some worlds, that branch of magic never made the leap from science, and remains a pipe dream. It is not so, everywhere."

[ ooc: I am so sorry about how long this has taken me, if you want to skip me/wrap/rush through this/cabal and assume, I am good with everything. ]

[aviophobia]

"As long as the people I'm working with are good at what they do, I will respect them," McCoy replies, which is entirely honest. He might not like them, he might avoid them like the plague outside of work, but he'll respect the hell out of what they can do and he'll never let that cross into professional territory. "I may not understand it, but I'll respect it."