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Post by Prudence on Jun 21, 2009 18:21:18 GMT -5
"I resent that remark," Prudence said to Integra as she stirred some sugar into her cup. "I might be a dirty awful sinner as far as actual religion goes, but I don't blaspheme when it comes to tea." She took a drink and continued. "Besides, ice makes it weak and awful. If I wanted it cold, I'd put it in the refrigerator." She wiggled her tongue around in her mouth, trying to savor the taste. She wasn't sure if it was the fancy expensive leaves, or Walter's magical butlery, or what, but the tea here was amazing. "So, Sir Winfield. What...auspicious occasion brings you here?" She attempted to form a warm, welcoming smile, but it probably looked more like nausea. Why was dealing with actual human beings so much harder than dealing with fictional ones?
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Post by Sir Allastor Winfield on Jun 21, 2009 19:43:09 GMT -5
He chuckles a bit and leans back before facing Prudence. "Well...my dead father wanted me to work here as Integral's bodyguard...So he shipped me out here and well...That's my story!" Grinning wildly he looked at her. "Its probably because fictional characters can't talk back..."
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Post by Prudence on Jun 21, 2009 23:03:23 GMT -5
"Stop that!" Prudence cried, suddenly flustered and waving a hand rapidly. "It's weird." She looked around for a moment, blushing slightly. "Just when I think I'm used to things around here, more strange crap happens," she said, while taking tea in a library with the head of a government organization for killing monsters. The irony wasn't lost on her. "Bodyguard, eh?" she said as a means of changing the subject from the nonsense in her brain. "Isn't more protection kind of...overkill?" she asked Integra. "Surely your defenses are already...well, let's say 'adequate' as the understatement of the century."
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Post by Sir_Integral on Jun 21, 2009 23:10:46 GMT -5
Integral shrugs and tucks her head against the wingback. "I used to think so." she murmurs, looking at Prudence. "However, with the bloodstains of my previous army still being removed from the hallways, One begins to wonder. Sir Winfield's pressence here is due moreso from a promise between fathers, friends and sons than....necessity...Although he did butcher my alarm system..."
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Post by Sir Allastor Winfield on Jun 21, 2009 23:16:24 GMT -5
He chuckles a bit. "Well...you don't need the damned thing...well not now since you have me. Nothin' can get past me! I see into thy mind...BWAHAHAHAH!" He coughed and realized that he really sounded dumb that time.
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Post by Prudence on Jun 21, 2009 23:30:11 GMT -5
Prudence raised an eyebrow at Allastor, feeling decidedly unimpressed. Considering what she had already seen as far as security, and how her introduction to that compared with the boastful young man in front of her...well. He had quite a lot of talk to live up to. "Does he know?" she deadpanned to Integra, eyebrow still peaked. "Like, is he aware...?" Maybe if he knew, he'd quiet down a bit. Then again, maybe not....
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Post by Sir_Integral on Jun 21, 2009 23:38:32 GMT -5
Integral grins wickedly at Prudence. "Not....yet..." she purrs. "Tonight, maybe, or tommrow...it would give him more time to examine the situation..." She chuckles and casts a sly glance at the fratboy knight.
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Post by Prudence on Jun 22, 2009 0:02:36 GMT -5
Prudence adopts a grin to match Integra's, but with an added hint of girlish glee. "You're in for a surpriiiiiiise," she tells Allastor in a sing-song voice. To avoid ruining it with her own brain, she focuses her mind firmly on an image of the number seven. She feels a little bad about her own delight, but he interrupted tea.
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Post by Sir Allastor Winfield on Jun 22, 2009 20:16:36 GMT -5
Allastor's signature grin vanished upon realizing he couldn't foresee the surprise. Nonetheless, he feared nothing and knew that he, himself, could handle anything that came his way. "Pffft...I love surprises..." His grin grew wider than ever. "There isn't nothing I can't handle or make my bitch..." He laughed proudly.
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Post by walter on Jun 22, 2009 20:39:37 GMT -5
It was hard not to be amused by that claim as he entered the room, a smirk quirking at the corner of his mouth. Oh, he was going to butt heads with this boy at some point or another. There was no way getting around that. But, as Integral seemed at least inclined to give him a chance, he would not be the one to initiate. And it was with a sense of irony that he also came to the conclusion that he would probably be the one tasked with keeping the boy in line, as generally was the case.
In the mean time, he turned his full attention to the two women in the room, giving Prudence a polite nod of hello accompanied with a smile before turning his attention to the master of the house. "You should be pleased to know that the damage to the alarm system has been repaired, and all is back up in working order." No comments about that it shouldn't have been done to begin with. No, he would bite his tongue. Better to save angry words for the upstart when he did something really wrong.
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Post by Sir Allastor Winfield on Jun 23, 2009 1:46:51 GMT -5
He tilts his head a bit as the new gentleman enters the room, before smirking more. "Dude...Why did you fix it? There was nooo need, c'mon! She's got me and you, right?!" He chuckles and stands up, extending his hand to Walter. "Sir Allastor Jared Winfield in the flesh. Its your pleasure!" He chuckled a bit. "No seriously...nice to meet ya, chief."
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Post by Prudence on Jun 23, 2009 15:11:20 GMT -5
Prudence rolls her eyes and mutters something derogatory into her teacup before taking another drink. This boy surely has no idea what he's getting into, she decides. Either that, or he just happens to be the most irrationally confident person she had ever met. It could go either way, really. Maybe both.
Coming up for air from her tea, she waves the cup lightly in Walter's direction. "Tea's perfect as always, Walter," she smiles.
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Post by Sir_Integral on Jun 23, 2009 21:50:08 GMT -5
Integral nods in agreement. "Excellent." She murmurs, sighing. Allastor's cheerful cockiness was begining to get to her. She rubs her temples, wishing the tea had been peppermint.
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Post by walter on Jun 25, 2009 1:32:35 GMT -5
It didn't take much to figure out that the young knight was bothering the girls, and really, there was little he could do about it without stepping out of line. But he only smirks and quirks an eyebrow over at the younger man. "Because anyone but a fool of a fighter knows better than to strip away anything that might come to his advantage in a fight. And I do know that the Hellsing Organization does not keep fools in its employ, so I must assume that you are in agreement that the alarm system should stay in place."
A polite smile followed his controlled words before finally he stepped forward and accepted the hand that was offered to him for a brief shake. Well, since they were tossing around titles... "Walter Ddollneaz, Angel of Death." There was that odd twinkle in his eyes that showed he was enjoying himself a bit too much, but it was always a bit of fun to pick on the youngsters around here... Even Seras could attest to that. "But most people just call me Walter." Then he turns back to Integral. "Is there anything else you require, sir?"
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Post by Sir_Integral on Jun 26, 2009 23:41:41 GMT -5
Integral shakes her head calmly. "No, thank you, Walter," She stiffles a snickker before turning to catch Allastor's reaction to the butler's comments. (forgive the curt post, I'm dead tonight.)
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