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[OPEN] :: Let a bird lean in the hole and sing

Who: Sebastian LeMat, Velcro, & YOU.
What: Apartment hunting, working in the yard, etc.
Where: Sobek Croix, the Hellsing Guild Hall, but if you want anywhere else, I'm agreeable, just let me know.
When: Coardi

When Bellatrix arrived, he'd acquiesced and given up his old flat in favour of the safety of living in Hellsing's guildhall, but it was only ever meant to be a temporary measure. Months have passed since the first time the Mark went up and Hermione's arrival has only served to drive home the fact that he needs to have his own space away from other people. He was and remains glad that he'd been able to offer a safe place to stay for a friend, but can't entirely shake the lingering worry that he unsettles her.

Should one be out and about in the city, there are a variety of places Sebastian can be found: working in the greenhouse, reading through the papers and calling to arrange viewings for apartments, being out in Sobek Croix itself to look at apartments, or having a bit of peace and quiet reading by the fire in the Hellsing common room.

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Though the joke was a bad one, Martha laughed. It was a sound that she didn't expect, given the history that she had with mirror-verses. "Well, it would be reflected, yeah? So they wouldn't have a beard. There would be loads of leather involved, however. Whenever good people go bad they always seem to find themselves with a large amount of leather or an overabundance of eyeliner." Martha Jones, pop-culture scholar is firmly in evidence at this point.

"Or gold lamé," he says with some certainty. Sebastian wasn't very good with pop culture, but once he'd left the wizarding world there were a few staples of modern, Western television that he'd been introduced to. While he had a profoundly negative reaction to and couldn't finish watching ~~Star Wars~~ 'Starkiller', he did get a kick out of ~~Star Trek~~ 'Wagontrain to the Stars'.

The certainty made Martha grin quickly. "Only in the eighties, really. After that, gold lamé means having a horrible fashion sense rather than evilness. Or possibly that the person's more than a little bit mental." Martha loved movies in most forms, and she was having a bit of withdrawal from not having them around.

"I'm sure there's a Hellsing memo on this." When he laughs, Sebastian looks a great deal younger than he usually comes across as and Velcro, who has been sleeping at his feet, wuffles and finally decides to join the conversation. He's not wearing his service vest today, but it's possible that Martha has seen the two of them about the guild hall and is aware that Velcro is a working dog as much as a companion.

"Well, if there isn't, I'll be sure to write one. And I'll add an additional dissertation how hair and eyeliner are important ways to know if you've got an evil double." There was dramatic emphasis on the words before she laughed.

Velcro's arrival is met with a smile, because Martha misses pets, particularly her own cats. She'd seen him before, but she knew better than to touch a service dog who was wearing a vest. Now that he wasn't, Martha quickly asked, "may I pet him?"

"Of course. Martha, this is Velcro. Velcro, go say hullo." Oh gosh, oh gosh, if there are going to be pettings, Velcro is going to be the happiest of dogs. Such snuffling! Such tail-waggings! These are his rights because he is the best dog and has been repeatedly told so.

Beaucerons (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Beauceron) are a medium-sized dog with a good temperment and it's clear that this one is very well-trained indeed.

Edited 2011-12-16 04:11 (UTC)

Martha laughed when Velcro came over and started to sniff, and he quickly moved her fingers over his head and scratched him behind his ears making little cooing sounds. "Who is the cutest puppy? Are you the cutest puppy? Yes you are. Yes you are."

"He was in training to be an airport security dog, but took a knock and can't sniff properly." Strange, but true. There's a reasonably high percentage of security dogs that fail out of their training for getting hit in the head and losing their sense of smell.

"I used to volunteer at a job office with a man who worked with trained dogs and that's how I lucked out getting him." In his voice, there's an open, honest affection for his dog and a bit of nostalgia for his old life in Newcastle.

"I didn't know that could happen." Martha looked over in a concerned way before she pet the dog some more, as if she was reassuring him that she didn't have any judgments about the fact that he'd lost his sense of smell.

"He's a big sweetie." The words were announced fondly, and Martha scratched him again for emphasis before she smiled at Sebastian. "You really did luck out. He's adorable."

"And he knows it." Velcro snuffles against Martha's hand a bit more before flopping down on her feet. He is an excellent foot warmer and takes his work very seriously.

"I'm glad that whatever force pulled us here kept us together."

"Most of the time animals do, I think." Martha's feet were fairly cold in general, so a feet warmer was always needed and appreciated. She grinned at him and then reached down and petted him once more before her hands settled into her lap.

"Me too. He's brilliant. How do you like it here?"

"I've work, friends, I don't want for anything, and opportunities that I wouldn't otherwise have if I was in Britain. For all that, I am grateful, but I intend to return home one day." While Sebastian has unfinished business, if he never does find a way back, it won't weigh too heavily on him.

"And you?"

"I'm glad that I've got Sev, but I'm worried about the place where we had left. We were working on this place called the Barge, and there were people who were dependent on me." Martha paused, because she was worried about the fact that there wasn't that many people around the infirmary there, and there wasn't anyone whom she trusted with it.

"And I'd like to eventually get home to my family."

There's a subtle shift in his expression that suggests Sebastian has certain opinions on the importance of family.

"Funny thing is, while I've people I'd consider family back home, those that depend on me are here," he says mildly. "And, if you ever need anything repaired in the medical wing or wherever you're staying, do let me know?"

"I will. Thanks. We're staying over in Sobek Croix, we've a cottage there. I like it. It's weird, but in a brilliant way. You're welcome to come if you like. Both of you, of course. I'm a bit rubbish at cooking, but we'll figure something out for dinner anyway."

"Thank you," he replies with practised ease. "Just let me know if and when anything needs work. I'm not particularly specialized - no electrician or plumber - but I can handle the basics and refer you to someone fair."

In an ideal world, he'll never be called over, but it would be far more out of place if he didn't offer.

"Brilliant. And if you ever need a hand medically, just let me know. I can come to you." In some ways, Martha never really got over being a sort of back street doctor for some of the people aboard the Barge who just never really trusted the infirmary.

"At the very least I'm going to bother you so I can play with Velcro."

"Back beyond the gardens, there's an agility course that I usually run him through a couple times a week. If you want to see how that's done, I think we'd both like it." Velcro snuffles in agreement. While he does get a good deal of time 'off work', Sebastian does try to keep his training up. A dog might not be too much use against a wizard, but it never hurts to be prepared.

"I'd love that. I really would. And considering how often I'm here, it'll be a standing date 'til the two of you get sick of me." Martha scratches Velcro once again, and she grinned at Sebastian.

"Thanks, you've been a big help."

"Hardly." He's just a man with a dog and a book sitting by the fire; not really, the most helpful or useful of gents one might find at Hellsing. "Nonetheless, it's been a pleasure."

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