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Post by Sir Allastor Winfield on Jun 28, 2009 20:34:15 GMT -5
He grinned wickedly at the butler's "polite" response. He spoke happily. "I've been called a fool...but those who've titled me that were properly shown their errors..." He stands up and shoves his hands in deep into his pockets. "Angel of Death eh...?" His eyes seemed to twinkle with excitement and determination as he gazed at the butler. "Well old man...That title is a lot to live up to...Maybe one day...when I get settled in, me and you can spar a little bit..." He grinned arrogantly. "That is...if you aren't afraid to break a hip..." He snickered. "What do you say to a Gentleman's duel some day, Walter?" Upon meeting this man, Allastor had gained immediate respect for him.
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Post by Prudence on Jun 29, 2009 13:51:25 GMT -5
Prudence buries her face in her palm. 'Break a hip', honestly. Prudence had not been aware previously that someone who acted so...Sueish could exist in real life. Then again, from the looks of it, no one else was about to let him bend Hellsing Organization canon to his whims. There are some definite benefits to not living in fiction, Prudence decides. Just because he claimed to be an endlessly talented wunderkind didn't mean he actually was, and it certainly didn't mean anyone was going to be kissing his feet and defying their own personalities. If she was more petty, she might take to calling him 'Gary.' But that would be awful of her. Dreadful. It would take a ton of self-control to stop her.
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Post by Sir_Integral on Jun 29, 2009 16:11:30 GMT -5
Integal stands as Allastor finishes his little challange, places her teacup and the remainder of her cucumber sandwich on the tea tray and folds her hands before her. "Right, Sir Winfield, that is quite enough. I will see you in my office, immedieatly." She threatens, turning and heading for the swinging doors through which she had entered with the tea tray. She takes a few steps down the hall, then waits for her fellow knight to exit. Whilst waiting, she takes a few deep breaths so as not to jump down the fratboy's throat when he sauntered out of the room.
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Post by Sir Allastor Winfield on Jun 29, 2009 19:56:55 GMT -5
He smirked a bit as she left the room. After standing and beginning to follow her, he smiled friendly at Walter as he passed. "I meant no harm, dude. I just can't control my warrior spirit when it comes to meeting someone of equal or greater power. Anywho...Think about that offer, old man!" He grinned wickedly as he joined his employer in the hall. "Alright, c'mon. I'm ready to be screamed at, or whatever it is you do...I mean, if you are gonna slap my knuckles with a ruler I'd understand...but I'd rather you spank me..." He grinned and chuckled a bit at his own joke. "Forgive me, Sir Hellsing...I'm having a good day..."
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Post by Prudence on Jun 29, 2009 20:12:26 GMT -5
Prudence twitches as Allastor leaves. Once the door closes behind him, she places her hands on her temples and grabs her hair in frustration, tilting her chair backwards. "'Warrior spirit,' are you kidding me?!" Gesticulating furiously, she continues. "If I wrote a character like him, I'd be crucified! Reviewers the world over would tear me a new one for having someone say he has a 'warrior spirit;' what does this kid think he's doing?! There are not enough interrobangs in the world!" Prudence pauses for a breath and looks at Walter. "It's like Tom Clancy said. The difference between fiction and reality is that fiction has to make sense."
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Post by Sir_Integral on Jun 30, 2009 11:35:30 GMT -5
Though she'd often threatened, Integral Hellsing had never had the heart to throw her pet vampire in the dungeon for more than a few hours. At the moment she was busy wishing Allastor was dead, or at the very least UNdead, so that she may chuck him away downstairs with Alucard, who was going to love making this punk's day. "Sir Winfield, You have embarassed me for the last time!" She roughly pulls the man in the direction of her office.
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Post by Sir Allastor Winfield on Jun 30, 2009 21:12:05 GMT -5
Is jerked forward by his boss and is lead down the hall towards the office. Letting out a sigh he speaks. "Jeez...first day on the job and I'm probably gonna get canned...Dad's gonna be sooooo proud..."
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