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Who: Martel & Anna Demirovna

What: A consultation and a binding.

Where: Hellsing Guild Hall.

When: Sukkardi night.

Warnings: Presently none, but that's subject to change.

'Relevant experience' is the phrase the Princess uses with both Martel and Anna in separate conversations; she says it so delicately that he smiles, faintly, aware of the edge. It isn't the sort of work he generally does for Hellsing, but he can't think of a good reason to refuse and the professional challenge is too much to resist. Innovation drives him, curiosity, and his own pride - of course he can do this, and so of course he will.

He keeps an office at the guild hall, and it's there that he arranges an appointment to meet with Ms Demirovna after nightfall, to suit her schedule. He'll need more details about what, precisely, she wants to achieve here, but he's made a few notes already about spells he's already familiar with and the likely useful elements of each. What he ultimately provides her with won't be half so patchwork as his scattered scrawl implies; this is merely a place to start, and the theory has him already absorbed before she arrives.

suninhades

Who: Integra Hellsing and you.
What: I've not posted Integra in a million years.
Where: Various places.
When: Today!
Notes: Integra will be out investigating a supposedly haunted house in the district nearest Sobek Croix, Sangwine. If you are a Hellsing agent, feel free to poke the boss lady out pulling field agent shifts. If you are anybody, feel free to run into her returning back to HQ. If you are a Hellsing agent or anyone who has an appointment at Hellsing, feel free to meet her back at the ranch. Please specify what and where in your tag.
Warnings: Blud. :E

Haunted houses are not Integra's forte, to be sure, but she suspects (correctly) this is no haunted house. In time, discovers the living, chameleon organism that had grown over the basement door to hide itself, and goes about killing the damn thing. An entire basement made of flesh, covered in ever-shifted eyes and arms. At least the people it abducted were all alive, if carrying notably less blood than before.

She walks her horse back to the guild hall as the sun sets, in no mood to clean blood and gore off her horse's tack as well as all of herself. In the first floor's muck room, she goes about attempting to clean up enough to be getting on with, listening to her aid recite her messages and notes as she does.

byrightsinhell

Who: Lucius Malfoy, Sebastian LeMat
What: Sorting some things out.
Where: Hellsing Guild Hall
When: shortly after the end of the last Operation BiO arc
Notes: They are not friends, you guys.
Warnings:

Once the worst of the repairs had been dealt with, Sebastian wrote Malfoy a brief note asking to meet with him at the Guild Hall and if, at all possible, he could take from Sebastian’s apartment the few postcards and pictures on the fridge. (Link to google docs.)

aldabeyoun.livejournal.com

Who: Njoki + YOU + ??? = PROFIT
What: Slice of life stuff, mostly business about town.
Where: Mafaton, Sobek Croix, or in herbal/magic supply shops about town.
When:
Notes:Pick your poison and label your thread:
Option A: Call or come by her apartment. Does your character need some conjure done?
Option B: Njoki has set up an appointment to chat with Hellsing. Does she meet your character while waiting?
Option C: Ki doesn't have her own garden, so she's out and about to restock her supplies.

As much as fixing up Pickman's rotting feet was for her peace of mind (and sense of smell), the repair job also served as a brilliant bit of self-promotion. Word is slowly getting out that there's a rootworker who specializes in the dead, undead, and not entirely living living in Mafaton, up above a consignment store. The door up to the apartment she shares with Pickman has been marked out by a sign in the same style as her business card and a small, metal and glass tube nailed into the lintel.

Should anyone come to visit, phoning first is recommended, but the door is almost always unlocked. The staircase is a narrow, twisting affair leading up into a modestly sized livingroom with walls lined in shelves made from cinderblocks and wooden planks holding little glass bottles of different colours filled with herbs, roots, beads and bones, wooden boxes with paper envelopes and sachets of powers and washes, a whole collection of candles of different weights and sizes, and other objects of her trade. During the day, that the room is sparse, not yet fully lived in is highlighted by the airy open windows framed by blackout curtains, and during the evening the open windows manage to bring in a pleasant breeze.

Upon arriving in Baedal, Njoki was fortunate enough to have brought along her well-stocked hoodoo kit and after the sale of a portion of some of those items and her letter back home, she's now able to afford to go explore the local botanicas, herbalist, and certain dealers of (not quite) ill-repute. In between visits to various shops, she's made an appointment to stop by Hellsing and hear a little bit more about who they are, what they do, and what she can do for them. While their people seemed plenty pleasant at The Apache, she still doesn't trust them.

wandandsickle

Who: Jones and Nuala
What: A meeting of two sorceresses.
Where: The Hellsing Guild Hall
When: Misdi afternoon.
Warnings: None.

Jones has finally gotten around to getting herself in Nuala's appointments, and approaches the meeting at the Hellsing Guild Hall with a bit of excitement. Although she doesn't really even know much about the other woman, and that would normally make her take a more cautious approach, it'll be a relief to get to chat with someone who understands magic properly again. (And isn't a vampire. She's got nothing against vampires; it's just it gets a little weird when vampires comprise most of one's social circle.)

She heads into what looks like a lobby to announce her arrival.

cailisairgid

Who: Nuala and Anna
What: A binding.
Where: Hellsing Guild Hall
When: Backdated to shortly after this post.
Warnings: Possible creepiness.

Upon Anna's arrival, she's escorted directly to Princess Nuala's office by one of her department aids; perhaps that Nuala sees fit to conduct this in that office is an indication of her confidence.

The room is dimmed and a little over-warm, though the fire isn't burning now and the embers are hidden behind a steel fireplace guard. The scent of the candles that were lit earlier lingers, soothing and not immediately identifiable; Nuala herself sits in her usual armchair, an embroidery hoop in her lap that she has yet to begin stitching into, the silver thread waiting, glinting in the low light.

"Come," she says, extending a hand to invite Anna into the seat opposite. "Sit."

heardmermaids.livejournal.com

Who: Sebastian and YOU? (Also, Podder and Sol.)
What: Part open post, part wizard talk.
Where: The open post can be for anywhere in Hellsing Guild House or Baedal.
When: Newdi
Notes: I've been so slow about posting this open thread. *sob*
Warnings: None, yet.

Always adaptable, Sebastian has found it easy to settle into life in Baedal. There are times when he thinks it's the best of both worlds: he doesn't need to lie about his abilities (or lack thereof) and he's able to do useful, constructive things. Most of his days are filled with rebuilding and repairing the Hellsing Guild Hall and the evenings walking through the city or working through Malfoy's never ending reading list. It's not an ideal existence, but for as long as he's in exile from Britain it's the best he can hope for.

wearyheadtorest

Who: Hellsing personnel
What: The meet-and-greet barbecue.
Where: Out in back of Hellsing HQ.
When: Givdi, beginning in the afternoon, stretching on into the night.
Notes: Dean's network post will be the first comment, after that, just tag in at will to create new threads at the barbecue itself.
Warnings: Contains Alucard. Also contains Dean Winchester. Further warnings to be added as we go AW SHIT I NEED TO WARN PEOPLE ABOUT THAT.

About midday, a call goes out on the Hellsing filter from Dean, setting this thing up.

By mid-afternoon, with help, there are a couple of grills going, crabs on the boil, tables lined up in the grass behind the guild hall. There's meat, there's shellfish, there's vegetables and side dishes. There's even some wine and beer.

Hello, Hellsing. Come meet and greet your fellow operatives.

cailisairgid

WHO: Princess Nuala, Anna Demirovna, Hellsing NPCs
WHAT: A meeting is interrupted.
WHERE: The Hellsing Guild Hall.
WHEN: Friday evening, before and during the crescendo of attacks.
WARNINGS: Nothing currently. Nuala is a lady.

As Ms Demirovna's arrival is anticipated, there's little fuss involved in escorting her to the Princess's (as she's referred to - 'the princess', 'her highness', etc) public office upstairs. Her role in the Guild itself is evidently as a member of the command unit and the head of department for Public Relations; accordingly, her office is a spacious room that appears to have been specifically selected for ease of entertaining those she's obliged to meet with for one reason or the other. The desk is set towards the back of the room, an imposing piece of furniture below a display case at the far wall that holds the silver hand of King Balor, by a corner window with a low ledge that during the day must beautifully stream light into her workspace. Towards the middle of the room, and most immediately relevantly, there is a low settee and soft arm-chairs with a matched table, set at the fireside.

The spinning wheel and sewing baskets must seem, perhaps, like an odd choice for such a room- but not when one is aware of precisely what purpose they serve.

The Princess herself is an elegant representative in red and black, seated at the fireside as Anna's shown in by an aid. "Thank you for coming," she says, rising to invite Anna to the seat opposite her. It's a more personal way of handling this encounter than sitting on opposite sides of a desk that lends itself to an air of interrogation; as Anna is interested in allies, so too is the politically-minded Nuala.

(In her position here, she rates an invitation to the city events of her own, but lately she's preferred to attend as a plus one of Independence Front acquaintances who are so very relieved to be given someone to deal with who - as it were - speaks their language. She's there to make connections, and the awareness of who she represents keeps them polite without requiring that she remind them.)

What Anna is arrests her attention almost immediately - fae, yes, she can feel it, but with her fondness for those of the vampiric persuasion, there is no question that she recognizes the younger woman for what else she is. It's a curious blend that she's not come across before, and at first she's almost taken aback in her surprise. Rather than finding it offensive or distressing, though, Nuala's interest is only further piqued by this development.

They are going to have a great deal to talk about.

"Please," she says, smiling, "do join me."

hehaseatenthepancake

Who: Hellboy and Integra
What: The boss delivers a present!
Where: Hellsing guild hall, recreational area
When: ~~Tuesday~~Misdi, mid-afternoon
Notes: Preliminary to monster plot kickoff proper.
Warnings: Truly dreadful treatment, in Integra's opinion, of a national treasure.

Sometimes it's best, when confronted with a puzzle that one can't figure out, to put it aside for a time, to let the subconscious work on it.

Thus it is that Hellboy is lounging in one of the larger comfy chairs in the rec area of the guild hall, one leg draped over the armrest, his little hoof-toes wiggling about idly as they dangle in the air. In his hands, he's got a book borrowed from the Inn, its cover adorned with bright, pulp style art of an intrepid adventurer encountering a large glittering jewel while ominous shapes lurk in the shadows, entitled, Tom Swift and His Shining Trapezohedron. A nearby coffee table has a couple of large maps of parts of the city, heavily marked with dots here and there. As the maps had been received rolled up, their current inclination to curl back up has been curtailed by a towel-wrapped golden sword.

Hellboy reads the book leisurely, occasionally looking at the maps again to see if anything pops out at him. Technically, he's sort of working, but could be interrupted if something came up.

suninhades

Who: Integra Hellsing & Sam Winchester.
What: STUFF.
Where: Hellsing's residential mansion and surrounding areas.
When: This evening.
Notes: Assumed prior meeting, etc. TIME HAS NO MEANING.
Warnings: TBA.

It would be fantastic, Integra thinks, if she could ever get more than four hour's sleep - just sometimes. Perhaps even on a weekend. Usually it's less than that; the idea of something ludicrous as five strikes her as almost gluttonous, at this point, and perhaps it's with that vindictive thought that her tone with the man she's speaking to goes from flatly irritated to obviously angry. She's very aware that there are a number of councilpersons and lobbyists who are aggressively pushing to tighten guild regulations, and that Hellsing is the prime target for such legislation. But the idea that she should parlay and shell out money and favors to get this to go away - when Hellsing is frequently hurting for funding to begin with - makes her positively livid. It's an opinion she makes known - very loudly.

Heaven forbid there's anyone else about at this hour; if her screaming on the phone didn't disturb any other residents, the fact that she slams her bedroom door in a fit of violent pique and all but storms down stairs to the kitchen certainly will. When she yanks open the refrigerator and hisses "Bastards", it's almost reserved, in comparison.

birdofhermes.livejournal.com

Who: Integra Hellsing and Alucard.
What: WHAT'S THE DEAL WITH THESE VAMPIRES, also date night (not really)
Where: Hellsing Manor
When: RIGHT NOW.
Notes: (Dys)functionality at its best.
Warnings: (potentially) blood and gore and generally inappropriate things. hooray.

There's something to be said for the ease with which Alucard has settled into his new surroundings, and it isn't necessarily pleasant. It wouldn't be, anyway, if anyone knew the could-be-ramifications of giving someone (something) like him so much freedom. He enjoys it, but not because he feels himself an equal - such would be far from the truth. Alucard's pleasure stems from something decidedly, and unfortunately, more complex, and almost completely unrelated to the concept of freedom in itself. It's also something he can't be bothered to dwell on for the moment.

His tether, though loosened more than it ever could have been back home, is still ever-present, and he can feel its tug in the form of an order that needn't be spoken. Within moments Alucard steps into his Master's room, curiosity as plain as it ever gets upon his features.

"You called?"

mightyfallen

Who: Jack Benjamin, Nuala, Lex Luthor, and Adrian Veidt.
What: Jack meeting with each of the above, separately.
Where: Sobek Croix, Coin's End, and Spit Hearth, respectively.
When: Backdated to ~~Thursday, Friday, and Saturday~~ Givdi, Veerdi, and Sukkardi of last week, while fogspedition was gone.
Notes: In the interests of not spamming the comm, I'll be posting starter-comments to this post for each of the logs that need starting. IF ANYONE ELSE WOULD LIKE A JACK LOG, PLZ PM ME. :D
Warnings: Politicking?

It could be said that Jack is in a bit of a mood. The volunteer he snaps at on Mistdi would say more than that, given the chance, as would the barista who has the misfortune of putting too much cream in his Coardi-morning coffee. Those more familiar with his habits keep an intelligent distance – which he notices sometime Coardi afternoon and decides enough is enough. He has more important things to do than succumb to his own emotions. There's business to attend to, after all.

suninhades

Who: Integra Hellsing with Jack Harkness, Ianto Jones, and Mabel Albans respectively.
What: Job interviews!
Where: Hellsing Guild Hall.
When: This afternoon and the next morning.
Notes: Different threads! Go nuts. Also YES MABEL GOT ADDED IN HERE because stuff would have happened about on the same day and... we're lazy about making new log posts.
Warnings: Does Jack need a warning label?

Perhaps it's for the best that they won't be coming together - the questions Integra has for Jack are strikingly different than for Ianto, after a point. I's strange to think that she'll have no history with Ianto, but they were never particularly close; perhaps it's only strange that Owen isn't alongside him. But that's not something she has time to reflect upon in anything besides a strategic manner - she writes out her notes for what she needs to ask, then puts away the paper, committing everything to memory easily with the exercise.

... And then it's all paperwork and managing bumping cases as she waits. By the time Jack is scheduled to arrive, she's actually in the process of walking back up from the basement, but the attendant in the lobby will be able to ping her easily enough regardless.

suninhades

Who: Integra Hellsing and Mina Barrett.
What: It's hard to turn down seeking out job opportunities when the suggestion is given to you by Dracula.
Where: The Hellsing Guild Hall.
When: Calling it ~~Saturday~~ Sukkardi night, for ease?
Notes: I got nothin'.
Warnings: Will edit if needed.

Unlike most businesses, after nightfall is when things really begin to pick up at Hellsing. Deliveries from contacts who can't make the trip during the day, more agents coming and going, the occasional grudging visit from something someone didn't quite kill That One Time - be it a mundane evening or the odd night when everything goes completely crazy, the hours cast in the dark are always busier than the ones in the light.

It's why Integra is presently out of her office and standing in the middle of the street in front of the hall itself, smoking a cigarette and checking out the enormous acid-like circular burn left on the pavement with two other employees. While it's certainly not immediately professional to be rubbernecking at the damage done by some godawful thing that's been brought in, she'd had to come out anyway to lend a hand in damage control - there's still gore and ichor on her boots, splattered on her shirt and trousers.

It's not such an uncommon sight.

wearyheadtorest

Who: Princess Nuala and Dean Winchester
What: Look, you just don't leave a Princess chilling in the arrival room.
Where: The Valhalla Inn to start, then journeying to Hellsing's guild hall.
When: Right after Nuala's arrival post.
Notes: This log's special guest star: Baskerville.
Warnings:...contains Dean Winchester.

By the time they reach the Valhalla Inn, Dean is mostly over his oh-God-it's-a-hellhound-oh-my-god-augh kneejerk reactions. You really can't blame the guy; he sold his soul and dogs like these are supposed to come ferry him across the border one of these days.

With their teeth.

One even came after him in Bete Noire. And his contract, if you count the passage of time in a linear fashion from when he got shanghaied out of Colorado, has been up for a few months. So indulge him his discomfort.

Though that's fading--if Baskerville was going to eat him he'd have done it by now. And he has to admit seeing the crowd thin in their path as they got off the el train was kind of funny. Also the Princess was downright delighted to hear the dog was coming; he can't deny her that, especially not for some dumb reason like the dog scares the crap out of me, ma'am.

"Arrival room's through there, man," he says as they cross the hotel's entry.

...Fine, okay, Baskerville probably already knows that or he can smell the Princess or whatever. And shut up about talking to the dog, he's used to having some giant being at his side when he's on the job, it was a natural reaction to talk to him.

"This way." And there they are at the arrival room, only this time, Dean's on the other side of the doors. He straightens up to his full height and pulls open the doors. "Your Highness?"

suninhades

Who: Integra and Dean to start, open to all expat Hellsing operatives eventually.
What: Integra returns to hq and is interrupted by a familiar face.
Where: Outside the Helling Guild Hall.
When: A little while after Alucard's post.
Notes: Start new threads as you need to! Otherwise, party post after the initial one.
Warnings: Uh. Dean. And... Alucard.

In the weeks since Integra's arrival to Baedal, she has had only infrequent cause to observe the cohort network. She rarely fraternizes with anyone - new arrivals like herself or natural citizens - outside of work. Despite the name, she certainly doesn't feel particularly aligned with anyone else in the city, and hasn't ever had anything to say to anyone.

It's not unusual.

But the network gets used, if not by her, and so there's a girl on staff that checks for Integra, and alerts her to anything relevant to Hellsing. Said assistant, just moments ago, scurried up with eyes only slightly wide (to her credit), clutching her CiD, and in an almost-tremulously reported: "Mister Alucard has done something."

The things she puts up with. Honestly.

Hellsing's guild hall is a bit of a hike from any of the transport lines, but that doesn't mean it takes Integra very long to get back - and that's where she is now, stalking at a purposeful pace towards the main gate, coat fanned out behind her, expression of stop at your own peril clearly etched on her face.

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