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[personal profile] byrightsinhell
Who: Lucius Malfoy (Jr.)
What: Fulfilling a request
Where: Sebastian's former flat, Toivo and Shada's temples in Aspic
When: About a week after Sebastian's departure
Notes: Longish?
Warnings: none


And we find we're alone. )
heardmermaids: (word in welsh)
[personal profile] heardmermaids
Who: Sebastian LeMat, a collection of people from his cohort, and a few NPCs.
What: Podder gets a cake that a giant sat on?
Where: The Ankh
When: Givdi night.
Notes: Feel free to make your own threads, hop about, threadjack, etc.
Warnings: None. Yet.


As far as Sebastian is concerned, The Ankh is one of the better places to go in Baedal - accommodating staff, good food, nice ambiance, they're comfortable with Velcro and don't mind that he likes to sit at a table with clear lines of sight. While it's nothing he'll admit to, Sebastian knows that Christmas doesn't make him miss his friends and Britain quite as much as his birthday does. If pressed, he would likely say that the holidays are a celebration and a tradition, but his birthday has always been the sign of things to come, of the promise of a better year, and a reminder that change is always possible.
heardmermaids: (you don't say B|)
[personal profile] heardmermaids
Who: LeMat and Malfoy Jr
What: Sebastian tries out his slowly returning magic by hitting Malfoy a few times before they both descend into a bout of nerdery.
Where: Out behind the Hellsing tobacco field.
When: Newdi
Notes: It's a gdoc link!
Warnings: Neither of them ever shut up.

That cocking of a pistol, when you know
heardmermaids: (that's pants)
[personal profile] heardmermaids
Who: Sebastian LeMat and Lucius Malfoy Jr.
What: A dockside drink, a cockfight, and some dimsum.
Where: Raven's Gate
When: Right after his fussfit at Nazca's service.
Notes: It's on gdoc and still going. :3?


Two seahorrors enter, only one leaves.
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[personal profile] hehaseatenthepancake
Who: Hellboy and semi-open to Hellsing personnel.
What: Hellboy calls a meet-and-greet.
Where: Hellsing Guild Hall.
When: Sukkardi, 25 Kavadry, shortly after dark
Notes: This will probably involve a fair share of back-tagging. Players should feel free to mingle their characters around, so they know each other a little when the crap hits the fan in the upcoming plot.
Warnings: Hopefully not, but we'll see.
r.s.v.p. your invitation )
orionis: (but we're never gonna survive)
[personal profile] orionis
Who: Bellatrix Black, Ilde Decima, Anna Demirovna, Evan Rosier, and OPEN.
What: Drinks, tea, possibly more?
Where: Lost Society, Malfoy Townhouse, other locations negotiable.
When: Various.
Notes: I have some specific threads here, but they're by no means limiting. If you have something in mind, please feel free to tag in as your little heart desires, or contact me if you have details you'd like to work out.
Warnings: Most likely language. And bad decisions.


what a place to come from )
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[personal profile] byrightsinhell
Who: Lucius Jr and Rodolphus
What: Bracing against hurricane Bellatrix
Where: The Lestrange Cottage
When: Immediately after Bellatrix's arrival post
Notes:
Warnings: TBA if needed


Lucius doesn't waste time in following Narcissa's instruction to find Rodolphus. Luckily, his brother-in-law doesn't have a very long list of haunts. Lucius had been at Hellsing, so he checked there first, but then he heads for the cottage. He apparates just outside the wards, and magically "knocks." Lucius is not so gauche as to betray impatience, but he's a bit brisk.
diogenesis: (no need to pray; no need to speak)
[personal profile] diogenesis
Who: Mycroft Holmes and ~*you*~
What: An attempt to learn about the City in the most casual way possible.
Where: The Library of Blessed St. Brian
When: Veerdi, Kavadry 3rd
Notes: This is an open post! I have certain things I want to accomplish here, planting certain seeds and so forth, but anyone should feel free to come and poke the antisocial bear.
Warnings: Spoilers for Sherlock S2E3: The Reichenbach Fall.


it has been a long three days. )
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[personal profile] inkdamage
Who: tinySnape and tinyLucius to start, eventually more persons of the eating death persuasion as they see fit.
What: Coming out of the anonymity closet.
Where: In and around the Malfoy townhouse in Sobek Croix.
When: Hours into the night after the Dark Mark scare.
Notes: Doop doop backdated, we're slow.
Warnings: Narcissa is gonna clock Severus in the face, js.

This is not, under any circumstances, what Severus wants to be doing tonight. But he knows his rashness - his kneejerk reaction to shoot first and ask questions later - is to blame for this fiasco, and so it's his responsibility to fix. It's an easy enough fix, too: just come clean about existing at all, lay the scare on a backfiring experiment with unfamiliar magic, and every Death Eater who doesn't know about Sebastian LeMat has an explanation that makes perfect sense.

He doesn't even consider not doing it.

That doesn't mean he isn't still furious with himself, meanwhile, waiting in the dark in Sobek Croix to meet Lucius - the other Lucius - after hearing back from Sebastian (Harry). He's ripped pertinent information out of his head, but not all of it; it's not safe or sensible to leave all your eggs in one basket, so he had to choose. Severus would rather walk around with proof of what he did to his compatriots back home than what he did to aid a child. If anything happens, he'd rather appear unstable and dangerous, not sentimental.

So here he is. Dressed in black, yes, but not his usual attire; he doesn't look like a Muggle, but he doesn't look like Severus Snape, Potions Master. That he is twenty-five and irritably smoking a cigarette, lacking in the protective charm that's hidden him these past few months, might be less weird.
[identity profile] neverrundry.livejournal.com
Who: Death Eaters and Affiliated
What: Reactions to the Dark Mark activating.
Where: Wherever they happen to be at the time!
When: Newdi Evening
Notes: Reaction drabbles / logs
Warnings: Bumbling?



Reactions posted as comments.
[identity profile] neverrundry.livejournal.com
Who: Antonin Dolohov, Lucius Malfoy Jr, Others (?)
What: Drinking!
Where: ...A...pub (The Ankh?)
When: Evening
Notes: I shall edit this bit once I know the whens and wherefores.
Warnings: None as yet.



Pub songs don't have witty lyrics. )
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[personal profile] suninhades
Who: All Hellsing employees, their families, and anyone who wished to attend.
What: The funeral of Dean Winchester
Where: Sobek Croix’s cemetery.
When: Backdated to not long after the blood frenzy in Mafaton.
Notes: This is a slightly unorthodox log, in that for the most part it exists so people can write their own mini-narratives in the comments as to their characters presence and feelings and reactions; if you want to have a post-funeral thread here, that is cool, too. Funeral details were published with an obituary in the newspaper. This post was a collaborate effort, and for ooc details, see here.
Warnings: ...death. And a child’s broken heart.

the streets of my home town still look the same, but behind shaking fingers they're whispering your name. it's funny the tears that time will allow, but the dirt is your lover now. fingernails, thorn trees, my fickle heart too, so many things in this sad little world grow back except for you. )
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[personal profile] byrightsinhell
Who: Lucius Malfoy and Sebastian LeMat
What: Well, not being friends, that's what.
Where: Hellsing Headquarters and thereabouts.
When: After the Bad Blood plot, before the Harvest Festival at some point.
Notes: They are big nerds, please ignore them.
Warnings:

Log. )
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[personal profile] amourpropre
Who: Lucius Malfoy (Sr) and Lucius Malfoy (Jr)
What: There isn't any such thing as boundaries when you also know alohomora.
Where: The Malfoy residence; Lucius Jr's office.
When: Now.


It was a nice day and from what Lucius could tell, one that was relatively quiet.

The office wasn't locked when he initially tested the door, but that possibly might not have stopped him from entering regardless. Kept as neatly as he expected it to be, with minor touches and details that Lucius fancied felt unsettlingly familiar. Cane rested against desk, he picks his way through the books and looser pages upon its surface with abstract curiousity - a curiousity he wasn't aware he even had until he entered the room. There's nothing feverish or even aimed about his casual perusal over his younger analogue's work and professional life - it's casual, lacks direction, but brims full of handsy entitlement that has him opening drawers, fingers in filing cabinets.

He settles in a chair with some documentation that looks particularly interesting, leaning back into it with a leg crossed over the other. At the very least, he had ceased to wear any clothing that belonged to the younger man after Narcissa had brought him back the required articles. Accepting charity-- no matter what they said about it-- is a chafing thing, but.

If they considered him entitled to it, Lucius had declined to correct them. Or limit said entitlement.
[identity profile] heardmermaids.livejournal.com
Who: Any and all Hellsing Staff & guests they invite.
What: Fall dinner.
Where: Hellsing Guild Hall
When: Shundi evening.


At some point during the week, Sebastian posted a brief notice up on the staff bulletin board:

Autumn Dinner
Sunday Evening. Dining Hall. Potluck. BYOB.


When Sunday rolls around, Sebastian has brought along a tray of fruit, cheese, some preserves, and fresh bread.
byrightsinhell: (that's no good)
[personal profile] byrightsinhell
Who: Lucii (Jr. and Sr.)
What: Meeting and surrealness!
Where: The Malfoy townhouse
When: backdated to the day after Lucius Sr. attempted to mug Narcissa
Notes:
Warnings: None yet, angst probable.

Lucius is well aware of how surreal his life has become. He only just felt he'd adjusted to working with an alternate of the bloody Boy Who Lived, and to knowing a younger alternate of his own wife. But this was something else again. He'd seen no sense disturbing his alternate the previous night, as late as he'd gotten in, but he's decided to take to take today off. He suspects he might need it.

He's down at breakfast at his normal time. He hasn't really slept much, but he'll make up the difference later; Draco is still young enough that his sleep schedule remains fundamentally flexible, and a bit of a potion and some tea usually tides him over.

He hasn't the least idea how this will go, but he refuses to be intimidated by the idea of himself. A Malfoy has his pride.
[identity profile] pridegoesbefore.livejournal.com
Who:Narcissa, other Narcissa, Lucius, older Lucius?, Rodolphus, Bellatrix?, and anyone who meets Narcissa on the way
What: Sucking up her pride and learning to cook
Where: The Malfoy townhouse, and the streets between her home in Syriac Well and theirs in Sobek Croix
When: Some. Time. >>
Notes: None?
Warnings: None of those, either.


Despite having repairs to her kitchen completed to the point that it is functional once more, Narcissa is unwilling to tempt fate further with her efforts to feed herself something other than sandwiches. Gathering her slightly tattered pride around her like a mantle, she covers it with her cloak; the weather is cooling, and twilight is not a time of day to be out and about without an extra layer, especially when one is not entirely sure of the distance one is to travel.

Apparating would have been a sensible choice, but two things were preventing her, other than her own nausea brought on by that mode of transportation - she's never been to the townhouse, although the address is branded in her mind, and she's not clear on how well Apparation will work, here. Splinching is uncomfortable, and worse when no one is trained to put you back together again. As one who avoids discomfort where possible (unless, as is the case with these cooking lessons, her pride gets in the way), Narcissa is content enough to walk.

It's not as though anything will happen to her on these streets, she's in a very good neighbourhood.
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[personal profile] suninhades
Who: Integra Hellsing, Narcissa Malfoy, and perhaps a husband.
What: A concerned citizen contacts Integra about seeing Mr. Malfoy's wife being mugged in the forest! Oh no.
Where: Malfoy Townhouse.
When: In the wee hours of the morning after Lucius and Narcissa's mugger vs jar of moonlight deathmatch.
Notes: This takes place before Integra and Dean go looking for Mabel.
Warnings: TBA.

Four missing persons within Hellsing - Integra might be surprised there's not actually hellfire following her around the past few days if she was in the presence of mind to be more whimsical about anything. She's coming in from overseeing a captive hellspawn entity being taken in from outside when the man approaches her, timid but determined, afraid for 'that lost-looking fella's wife'. She hears the story and doesn't even bother calling anyone else. She's not heard a damn thing back from Mabel, and that's quite enough. CiD communication is apparently just not cutting it. Fine.

Wearing a black coat, hair pulled back into a high ponytail and clutching a sepia-glowing fae-lit lantern in one hand, Integra bangs ungracefully on the townhouse door, nevermind it being four in the goddamn morning. The night is inky-dark, corners curled around with fog battling the changing temperature of the season. She looks furious.
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[personal profile] byrightsinhell
Who: Lucius and YOU?
What: Work and thinking
Where: Out and about in the city
When: Any time today (specify time of day)
Notes: He can conceivably be a great many places, hit me up in PM if you are unsure.
Warnings: None yet.

Lucius is still doing ward-work, if with a bit less urgency than he had during the plague. Still, Hellsing has plenty of work for him, and even if he'd never admit to enjoying the necessity of working, he was grateful for both the activity and for the legitimate excuse to cover a lot of ground. He still has his ears open for ways out that didn't involve fog and/or insanity; while the house he's moved into with Narcissa is adequate, it wasn't home, and Draco needed them.

A desire to get away from his sister-in-law surely had nothing to do with it.

He's also worried about the younger Narcissa. He's not sure precisely what to do with or for her anymore, but he doesn't want her to feel alone. She's not his wife, but she's still Narcissa.

Still. For now, wards gave him something to do. And he found that he actually enjoyed the challenge of having to innovate. He'll need to discuss it with LeMat, or maybe even Koenig, later; he hadn't improvised so much spellwork before, and he was finding it unexpectedly engaging.

Fallout

Aug. 20th, 2011 11:05 am
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[personal profile] 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.)

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