Multiversal

Who: Youko and Rodolphus
What: I KNOW WHAT THE FUCK IS EVEN GOING ON but seriously they're on Hellsing business
Where: the Spatters, on the border with Howl Barrow
When: backdated to some time last week
Notes: hi
Warnings: probable eldritch horrors

The anonymous transmissions have stirred up enough trouble for the Militia that the fringe areas of Baedal, particular the Spatters, are going with even less protection than usual. It's a prime time for independent troublemakers to step up their activities, and Hellsing's response is to increase their drive through patrols. With much of their regular staff busy, even less competent field operatives like Rodolphus are seeing their share of action; and it's no coincidence he's been paired with Youko, despite their lack of familiarity with each other. Rodolphus accepted the pairing and orders without complaint. Work is one of two things he shows interest in, and he appreciates quiet people just as much as he appreciates lively ones. It's possible he doesn't care if he's injured or killed. He hasn't bothered to think about it.

The location they've been directed to is disturbingly near the fog, but neither he nor Youko are the type to show any discomfort. Their target is supposed to be holed up somewhere in the vicinity of these mostly abandoned buildings, which lie opposite a semi-abandoned amusement park. If Rodolphus cared, he might wonder about the geography of Baedal, whether years ago, the fog was not so dangerously close, or whether someone was just demented and rich enough to build it here. But he doesn't. He simply follows Youko, wand in gloved hand, alert in a mindless fashion. The briefing had indicated that some kind of magic user was creating or altering misshapen creatures, some of which were escaping the Spatters to the general populace.

Somewhere in the nearest building, it sounds like two cats are mewing — not in a way which suggests they're fighting or mating, but as if they are having an unpleasant conversation.