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Post by Sir_Integral on Aug 16, 2009 21:38:34 GMT -5
“Sir Winfield should arrive shortly.” Pacing the room, Integral waves to her new bodyguard. “He’s not going to be happy about this, but I’m afraid he has no choice in the matter…” She perches on the edge of her desk, much like Allastor did when he was in the room. “With you here, he’s free to do his real duty…” She doesn’t bother explaining that Allastor was a knight, and more importantly in charge of Her Majesty’s secret foreign affairs.
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Post by kryptikvirux on Aug 16, 2009 21:48:03 GMT -5
Well, I'm waiting for an explanation to what's going on around here and the rest of the world, he replied was crossing his arms. Or do I have to become a psychic and know everything?, he replied trying to hold back his laughter. While standing in mere silence he saw a bunch of heavy artillery pull up to the front of the building. Zen stood there waiting for explanation from the woman as he narrowed his eyes upon the dozens of people outside as if forming to attack. What the hell, he replied while walking towards the window quickly. However he also turned his head the other way just in time to see the woman wave down another person and saw that another individual had come into the room.
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Post by Sir Allastor Winfield on Aug 17, 2009 14:49:22 GMT -5
Walks into the room rather quickly with a lit cigarette in his mouth. "I'm here, Sir. What did you need to speak to me abou-?" His eyes fell upon the new gentleman before him. "...'Sup..." He glanced at Integral. "What is this all about...?"
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Post by kryptikvirux on Aug 17, 2009 15:45:52 GMT -5
Well that was quite the introduction there, he thought to himself. Hello, Zen replied in a soft tone while slightly waving to the other gentlemen as well looking out the windows to see a large crowd forming outside. It looks like you're pretty famous in these parts, Zen replied while smirking. He turned his head to look at the other guy and decided to speak to him. Hey got a light?, he replied while taking out a cigarette box and sliding a cigarette into his fingers quickly.
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Post by Sir_Integral on Aug 17, 2009 16:43:42 GMT -5
Integral stands and paces to the door. She closes it and motions for her guests to take a seat, then settles in her chair. "Sir Winfield..." She begins, How was she supposed to break this to him? "I need you, first off, not to explode on me..." She sighs and runs a hand through her blonde hair, it settles on her shoulders and back slowly. "I can't...let you be my bodyguard. Your job is foreign affairs, you can't go about protecting me when you need a bodyguard yourself..." She holds up her hand to silence the man before he can speak. "Speaking of, you're needed in America...There's been so many attacks that TheEND organization can't handle them all. You wanted some action...Here's your chance. All the airports into America are closed…They‘re treating this outbreak of undeath like a legitimate disease." She leans over and rummages in her desk, sitting up she hands a manila folder to him. "Inside you'll find a boating license as well as fake identification and papers that will put you in simi-legal procession of two rare…” She glances at the paper “…Two rare…Pandas, apparently.” She looks up at him “Jack and Tosca are going with you. Once you get past customs, the lot of you are going to take a car to New Orleans to assist TheEND organization with their little ‘pest problem.’
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Post by kryptikvirux on Aug 17, 2009 18:29:07 GMT -5
The man grabs the match from him and slides the cigarette in his mouth while lighting it. "Thank you", he replied while taking out the cigarette out of his mouth to exhale and inhale once more. "So there's a infestation of virus's being created", he replied in a tone where everyone could hear him. "Does anyone know how the virus's started from the beginning? Do they know how to destroy it and if so why haven't they done so already?". I'm also curious as to how bad the situation and how fast this thing is spreading. But when it comes down to places around the world I really don't see how it could be that bad besides the virus itself and the dead people. One country is good as another?, right?." Zen walked over to one of the chairs and slid it against the tile flooring to where he wanted it to be and sat down in it. "So not only do we have a virus infestation problem is there a war going on that I should know about?", he replied while inhaling and exhaling the cigarette again.
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Post by Sir_Integral on Aug 18, 2009 12:36:47 GMT -5
For now, Allastor's scream-fest would be ignored...He was acting like a child. 'Send the boys, leave the girls at home.' Complete nonsense. "Tosca is going with you. There are roumors that this disease has a second strain. Aparently people are becoming werewolves just as quickly as they're becoming vampires." They wern't dealing with regular vampires... a regular vampire would feed and let the remains become ghouls. These creatures were turning everything, even the women of the night were becoming children of the night. It was impossiable. Integral waves her hand at the other man. "Nevermind the war. You and I can discuss that later. This disease is what we are at war with..." A hundred years or so, her Grandfather might have been able to deal with it... Since then the Helsings had changed their name and profession. They were no longer a line noble doctors, but warriors.
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Post by kryptikvirux on Aug 18, 2009 20:33:12 GMT -5
"Very well then, so what exactly do you want to talk about exactly", Zen replied while putting out this cigarette he had finally finished off. "So how exactly do you kill off a virus without a known cure?, he replied while staring at the desk. "So what exactly do you want me to do now since I'm already here?", he replied throwing the left overs of his cigarette into the trash.
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Post by Sir Allastor Winfield on Aug 25, 2009 6:33:36 GMT -5
He frowns realizing it will get him no where. "Fine...I'll be gone by the morning. We will have this virus deal, under control..." He bowed slightly. "Good day, Sir Integral..." As he headed out the door he growled audibly. "I don't need a damn bodyguard..."
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Post by Sir_Integral on Aug 25, 2009 9:34:13 GMT -5
The boy was little more than just that: a boy. He pouted over bringing Tosca and now he was pouting on the way out of her office... "I almost feel bad..." The countess murmers. "It's like I broke his favorite toy."
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Post by kryptikvirux on Aug 30, 2009 23:30:59 GMT -5
He smiles slightly almost trying to hold back the laughter from what Integral had said. "I really hope he can find a new toy to play with", Zen murmured while glancing at the woman. "So what's the deal with the militia downstairs and what do you want me to do to help exactly?", he replied.
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