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

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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Brie is shown into an office promptly on time; it's old-world European in decor, formal and lacking in any odds and ends that might betray the personality of the occupant. Said occupant is facing away, at present, looking out the back window and radiating something like restlessness - days of being cooped up for interviews and trying to stay abreast of the growing tension in the city has left her irritated. Integra turns when Brie is shown in, expression unreadable and ever-serious.

"Ms Cormac," she greets, and extends one gloved hand over her desk. She's tall, wearing a black suit and wire-rimmed glasses, striking in her stature but not particularly pretty, otherwise. "Sir Integra Hellsing. Thank you for coming, please sit down."

"It's a pleasure to meet you." She thought about adding "Ms. Hellsing" or "Sir" but wasn't sure which would be appropriate.

Brie shakes her hand firmly and sits in the chair, taking in the details of the person in front of her. She can already tell that Integra is authoritative and professional. The lack of personal affects in the room means she's also private. Looks like someone who gets down to business.

Brie herself has beautiful red curls and a definitive Irish look to her features. She's also strikingly beautiful.

Integra nods, as good as 'likewise'; she sits down after Brie and flips open one of the file folders sitting on her desk.

"I understand you're interested in a field position, is that correct?" She has, after all, very little information on Brie.

[ ooc: Haha oh dear. blah sorry these are taking so long, I'm trying to pick up the pace :E ]

"Yes, that is correct.

My skills are suited for more-" "covert operations such as information and object retrieval, infiltration and evidence gathering. "

"That's fine," she says. "What kind of environments were you working in? Our work is distinctly unpleasant." It's something she tells everyone up front, even though, a lot of times, people don't believe her - it's not a movie; it really is quite horrific.

[ ooc: awesome! ]

"I've participated in nearly all out war, if that helps to paint the picture. Otherwise, I've worked in magical fae environments as well, those I distinctly disliked those," she says.

"What type of unpleasant are you referring to?"

"My fellow department head and chief political liaison, Princess Nuala, is fae," she says, watching for Brie's reaction. It's understandable to have preferences, but if she's going to have a problem with one of her potential superiors right out the gate - well.

"We combat supernatural threats. We do not have a jail for monsters, and I do not require my agents to attempt to rehabilitate or talk down anyone or anything that is not inclined to it after one warning. While we handle plenty of routine hauntings and possessions, much of our work involves hunting highly dangers and volatile beings that must be terminated."

Brie cringes a bit, and quite obviously so. But she's been in the city long enough to know that the creatures don't always share the same vernacular, so she'll clarify. If it turns out that Princess Nuala is a Baron-type creature, then Brie won't be able to work with the organization.

"In my world, the True Fae are creatures who do not think like rational beings. They abduct humans and treat them like playthings, oftentimes transforming them into furniture to decorate their homes, or killing them because they are bored. From what I've heard of Hellsing, this organization attempts to stop creatures of that sort. So can I be right in assuming that Princess Nuala, well, is not that kind of fae?"

Brie very much hoped that she could assume this to be true.

Then, referring to the monsters, Brie smiled. "I'm not weak in the stomach if that's what you're worried about. I've seen much more than the death of monsters. But I want to be very upfront about one thing. While I can hold my own in a fight, my particular skills are not geared towards terminating monsters. I'm not certain I could take certain creatures down, but I can nearly guarantee that I'll always be able to find them. It's the hunt I specialize in."

Integra doesn't look particularly relieved or judgmental either way, keeping her expression blank. "I believe you'll find the Princess to be quite benevolent. And rather higher-functioning than all that."

Which should settle the matter - if Brie decides to get skittish about Nuala later, it's something easily handled. The Princess is quite adept at winning people over.

"Would you be opposed to working with a partner?"

Good. Brie looks pleased at the answer.

"Not in the least. In my previous work, I often worked in groups."

"Then that's what shall continue." Integra begins picking out files, methodical. (She's done a lot of interviews this week - if she's lacking in the charisma department, it's only because she's used to contracting out of the British military.)

"You aren't human, are you."

"I'm certainly more than human," she says. Brie had been pondering the question ever since she arrived.

"I used to be kindred, or more commonly known as a vampire. But back home, something happened to me and well, now I eat normal food."

If Integra looks faintly incredulous at that, it's because she is.

"What happened?"

Brie could either tell her the truth, which would sound ridiculous, or she could tell Integra a lie, which might actually be believable.

"You're not going to believe me if I tell you. But I imagine you'd insist."

She leaned back in her chair.

"I believe my humanity was restored because of true love. Both my husband and I were kindred. I can't really explain what happened, but after some dangerous encounters with the Fae, we kissed, and that's when the two of us started breathing again. Since then, I've felt the need to eat human food, sleep and breathe. If you have any leads on what might have happened, I'm actually very interested myself."

Brie's right about a lot, there - she would insist. And it really does sound ridiculous.

Which is why Integra is quiet for a while, observing her, like perhaps she's trying to decide whether or not Brie is bullshitting right now. She imagines, briefly, Alucard being cured of vampirism via true love's kiss, and if she was the sort of woman to do so, she might have to choke back a completely black-humored laugh. Fortunately for all involved she is not, and thus remains impassive.

"That's certainly something that we could look into." Miracle of miracles, she is not looking at Brie like she thinks she's insane. (...A little, maybe. It's hard to tell.) "I've certainly never heard of the phenomenon before. What aspects of vampirism do you retain?"

"From what I can tell, I've retained some of my supernatural abilities. I have retained better-than-human sense perception, as well as a useful ability to disappear from sight. I can also run at speeds faster than a human eye can detect."

She was going to avoid telling Integra that she hadn't tested whether her Celerity still worked or not. She was confident that it would, but also confident that overuse of the ability as a mortal will cause her to die immediately.

Brie sat up straighter in her chair.

"I can only imagine that I have lost some aspect of the immortality that vampirism brought me. But to whether I will live longer than a normal mortal life, well, I don't know."

"Well, let's not be in any hurry to throw you into the lion's den, in that case," she says, dry. "I'll treat you as mortal, keep you with a melee partner, and we can dedicate some time once you're settled in to figuring out what's going on with you."

"That is," she continues after a beat, pulling out some more file folders, "If you're still interested. I can show you sample case files; you'll be working with mortals who are human, as well as other species - my chief secretary is from a non-terrestrial planet, our tactical leader is a vampire, and then the Princess, of course, though there are others. Is that a problem for you?"

"I'd love to see some sample case files, just so I know what I'm getting into," she says.

"And no, I have no problem with working with a member of another species unless for some reason they give me one. I'm assuming that if I have problems with other personnel, I would report my concerns to ... "

Integra slides over the reports - nothing classified, or about the recent Candlelighter trouble, though there is one whose photos are noted as to be reference only due to being documented evidence of an Unspeakable Horror. Some of them are hauntings, some of them are documents of tracing and destroying cursed objects, and some of them are notably more violent - tracking and terminating creatures and individuals who've gone through the city on super-powered killing sprees, and so on.

"Princess Nuala," she supplies. "As of yet we've had zero trouble with any non-human member, so I don't particularly predict anything." The only trouble they've ever had was from a human, actually, and he is no longer an employee.

Brie shuffles through the reports. None of the particular cases surprise her, but the sheer volume of supernatural problems does. Jones had mentioned to her that there is no ruling government that unites all supernaturals -- and she guessed Hellsing was the closest thing Baedal had.

"Sounds excellent. Do you have any more questions for me?"

"I am satisfied for the moment." It's quick, perhaps reckless, but in this strange city where people have no roots and no way to prove themselves except by their word, much must be done on faith. (It irritates her, sometimes.) "I'm certain this seems impossibly lax, but given the circumstances, we all must make do with what's presented to us. In the past, people have come to me seeking glory and adventure and lying about their capabilities, only to be killed on their first assignment. I'll tell you what I tell everyone: I am willing to trust your word, and keep you as one of my own, so long as your word remains trustworthy."

Brie chuckled. The thought of applicants overestimating their abilities and then being killed was a bit hilarious. People can be so foolish sometimes.

"We're certainly on the same page then. Thank you for the opportunity."

"Of course. Thank you for coming in, Ms Cormac."

[ ooc: holy crap I am so sorry about flaking on this scene D: I figure we should just say it's wrapped and move on, y/n? ]

[ ooc: YES WE ARE DONE. And no worries. I was pretty sure we were done anyways so I didn't worry about it. ]

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