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Post by Prudence on Jun 21, 2009 1:12:44 GMT -5
Prudence had her nose buried in a book, as she usually did when she wasn't writing things down. She managed to tear herself away from the plot long enough to wonder what time it was. She found herself hungry, and craving scones. Surely it was nearly tea time.
She glanced around the room, and went back to reading. "Better not to be a bother," she said aloud to no one but herself.
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Post by Sir_Integral on Jun 21, 2009 1:30:30 GMT -5
As if on cue, Integral pushes against the library door with her hip, then gently kicks it open enough to slip in with the tea tray she had lifted from her dear butler. "Are you not starving?" She greets her dear friend, sliding the delicate silver tray onto a small table between the two of them and drops into her favorite wingback, reaching into the cushion, likewise, prying a book from it's depths, which she sets on the table before setting a tea cup and saucer before her friend. "I told Walter we wouldn't bother him with anything healthy or overly-nutritious, but he insisted on the cucumber sandwiches." Though her days (and nights) were often hectic, Integral Hellsing could always be counted on for afternoon tea with her dear Prudence.
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Post by Sir Allastor Winfield on Jun 21, 2009 1:36:40 GMT -5
Allastor tried to focus on his reading, but hearing the talking distracted him momentarily. With one push of his foot, he kicked off the floor, causing his rolling chair to glide out into the open, facing the women. "I thought I was the only one in here..." He remains silent for a moment before grinning. "Hello ladies..." That devious glint in his eye seemed to twinkle playfully as he chuckled. "I smell cucumbers...disgusting..."
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Post by Prudence on Jun 21, 2009 1:36:55 GMT -5
"Oh, you know I can survive on literature alone," Prudence says, reaching for a cup of tea. "Cucumber sandwiches? I had almost forgotten people actually had those." After a long sip, she continued, "I'm tempted to procrastinate on this book as much as possible just because hanging around here makes me feel so fancy." She places a bookmark between the pages and set the book down. "So how goes it?"
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Post by Sir_Integral on Jun 21, 2009 1:51:16 GMT -5
Running her fingers just under the nosepiece of her glasses, Integral pinches the bridge of her nose. "The same as always. Save for this one being here." She motions to the idiot beside her. "Sir Allastor Winfield. Peter's son." She murmurs. Waving a hand at Prudence, she smiles. "Allastor: My closest, and dare I say only friend, Prudence Harman. If you bother her, I will have my pet vampire eat you." Poor Integral had hoped the boy would stay as far away as possiable...Which meant being on the other side of the mausoleom she called home. Even better would be the firing range, preferably blindfolded, with an apple perched on his pretty Winfield head.
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Post by Prudence on Jun 21, 2009 1:56:04 GMT -5
Prudence blinked a bit at the new arrival. "Oh, um. Hello," she said in a quiet voice, extending a hand. "I must say I'm a little disheartened by the presence of a boy disrupting our Fancy Girly Tea Time." She pretended to pout slightly.
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Post by Sir Allastor Winfield on Jun 21, 2009 2:08:41 GMT -5
He smiled and shook her hand gently before placing a kiss on her hand, trying to be a gentleman. "Pardon me, Ms. Harman...I was minding my own business till I heard Sir Hellsing enter the room." He glanced at her and grinned. "An apple on my head...and a firing squad...? If I didn't know any better...I'd think you want me dead..." He laughed a bit to himself.
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Post by Sir_Integral on Jun 21, 2009 2:14:45 GMT -5
Integral's eyes widen, then narrow at the boy. "...You're psychic." She accuses, her voice acid on ice. "You failed to put that on your application, Sir. Winfield." She growls.
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Post by Sir Allastor Winfield on Jun 21, 2009 2:20:25 GMT -5
Her cold stare only made him smile wider, realizing he actually forgot what made him special. "Oh shit...I did...didn't I...? Whoops...well...I'm psychic!" He levitated one of the cucumber sandwiches into his hands before taking a big bite out of it. He spoke only after swallowing. "Hmmm...not too bad...compliments to the chef..."
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Post by Prudence on Jun 21, 2009 2:24:36 GMT -5
"Psychic?!" Prudence repeats, yanking her hand back from Allastor in surprise. "Well. There goes feeling secure that the horribly perverse thoughts I have while reading Victorian literature can never be used against me." Feeling suddenly awkward, she took another long sdrink of her tea; perhaps longer than was really necessary.
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Post by Sir_Integral on Jun 21, 2009 2:38:02 GMT -5
She laughs, lovely and loud, it echos around the old books. The color of her friend's face was almost worth the other knight's pressence, untill, a second later, it dawns on her that, though she could block her own mind from such intrusion, Prudence was defenceless. She turns sour again, watching the other woman hide in her teacup.
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Post by Sir Allastor Winfield on Jun 21, 2009 2:41:25 GMT -5
He chuckles warmly and glances at Prudence, then Integral. "Don't worry, Ms. Harman...I don't abuse my powers...I don't dig for personal items...I merely use it against any foe that opposes me..." He stares right at Integral. "She's not defenseless...I'd gain nothing from probing her mind...or yours..." Quickly he takes another bite of the sandwich. As he chews he speaks. "Its just a good way to foresee my opponents next move..." He swallows.
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Post by Prudence on Jun 21, 2009 2:50:54 GMT -5
Prudence moved the teacup from her lips and thought a bit. "Well, I suppose I was never really safe inside my mind what with the Count and all. But then, that's kind of a different situation. He'll find out about the most horrible thoughts that go through my head, and will tease me about them, and I've made peace with that. Not like I'd be comfortable with him if only he couldn't read my mind." She no longer felt the sense of horror she had upon their first meeting; now it was more like the rush of adrenaline one got when unpleasantly and loudly surprised. Prudence looked down at her teacup to find it was nearly empty. "I think we need bigger teacups. Who would you ask about that?" A picture ran through her mind of Walter asking the Queen for larger teacups. "These are very dainty and pretty, but I have a big thirst," she continued, mostly to herself as she reached to pour herself another cup.
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Post by Sir_Integral on Jun 21, 2009 3:01:42 GMT -5
Chosing to ignore the boy in his rolly-chair, Integral smirks at Prudence "Yankee. Next you'll be asking for a glass of ice." she teases, shaking her white-blonde head lovingly, she takes a cucumber sandwich and a scone and inspects her own cup of tea. ::Stay out of my mind...and Prudence':: Breaking the sandwich in two, she takes a bite of part of it, setting the other half back down.
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Post by Sir Allastor Winfield on Jun 21, 2009 11:03:57 GMT -5
With a arrogant cackle, he spun his chair around in circles with a shift push on the floor. "Its kinda hard not to be in your mind when you are talking directly to me!" He grinned widely and finished the sandwich.
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