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Post by stone on Jul 20, 2009 20:15:33 GMT -5
It was quite late, well, that was for the normal humans and other beings. For vampires, such as Stone, it was just the right time to get up. As he got up out of his coffin, made back in the eighteen-eighties, he grabbed his vest, looked at it a second just to let it fall on the ground again. He didn´t felt like going outside today and so, he just fixed his crooked tie to the best of his abilities and opened the door to the dungeon, where he and the rest of Hellsing´s vampires and creatures stayed until the sun went down.
Stone chuckled a second as he thought how some vampires began lusting for the sun, to see them again. He hadn´t liked it before he became immortal and neither did he like it afterwards. But whatever, with slow steps, he began walking along the corridor without any particular goal. He had been on a quite long mission, therefore he didn´t knew some of the new guys, maybe he would meet them randomly. Well, he had time, all eternity. But even meeting the old people he knew would be quite... not nice, but interesting, he couldn´t even begin to imagine after all, what he had all missed, while he was gone.
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Post by Sir Allastor Winfield on Jul 21, 2009 11:02:00 GMT -5
Grumbled and swore loudly to himself as he made the trip down into the basement, carrying a huge crate full of medical blood. He mumbled something about Integral using him as a mere errand boy. "I swear...if she don't send me out on an actual mission soon, I might have to go looking for something to do..."
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Post by stone on Jul 21, 2009 12:39:40 GMT -5
Stone had heard something. It sounded like crates being pulled over the floor. Maybe an errand boy? Well, there was not much that would find it´s way in the dungeons but a few things. Weapons, furniture and what was interesting him in particular, blood. And so, he walked up quickly to where the sounds came from, hearing a muttering voice and how someone was unsatisfied with what he had to do. Stone pulled up his hand to push his glasses back up into his face and then walked around the corner. Now he saw who it was, but somehow he seemed to not know. But he could quite understand this mans frustration, but for him no missions were a good thing, as he could laze around at home. But maybe it would also be fun to tease this guy a bit. With this, he smiled widely enough to show of his teeth, while saying: "Oh, a new errand boy, huh? Nice to make this acquaintance."
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Post by Sir Allastor Winfield on Jul 26, 2009 18:50:23 GMT -5
The new voice caught his attention as he looked up quickly. A chuckle left his mouth as he sat the crate down. "Wonderful...another person thinks I'm an errand boy..." He propped his foot on the side of the crate and pulled out one of his favorite cigarettes. "For your information, I'm not a new errand boy...I'm Sir Hellsing's personal bodyguard..." He smiled widely seeing the fangs and quickly lit the 'cancer stick.' "I'm Sir Allastor Winfield...what might be your name, stranger...?" He cocked his head slightly, always loving new faces, especially new vampire faces.
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