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Post by Prudence on Sept 23, 2009 17:00:56 GMT -5
It was just a regular Hellsing morning. Well, it had better be, anyway. That was sort of the point of the whole endeavor.
Prudence had greeted Integral that morning by sneaking into her room before Integral had woken up and, with a grand declaration of, “good morning starshine,” announced that she would be shadowing the knight today. For research, naturally. She’d change names and details, and edit out the boring bits in the final work, but in order to know what names, details, and boring bits to change, she had to have the whole experience. Apparently, proposing this before Integral could fully wake up was a good idea, because she had agreed to it.
So now, Prudence sat behind the desk next to Integral, taking notes on her every duty and occasionally asking questions or making obscene doodles.
“…So strictly speaking, do you have to wear the suit? You seem to just be chilling out with the paperwork here. Who’s gonna see you, besides Walter? I mean, if nobody was gonna see me do my high-powered government job, I wouldn’t even bother with a bra. For that matter, I’d probably try to skate by in my pajamas.”
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Post by Sir_Integral on Sept 23, 2009 17:13:16 GMT -5
The knight was in her office as soon as she could find her way upstairs and have a smoke.
She chuckles. Somedays, Prudence was her only reason to wake up and get out of bed. "One needs to be presentable for when one's fellow knights pop in uninvited." She grins. The two never tired of poking fun at Allastor Winfield. "When I was a bit younger, I slipped by for a while in my pajamas. And, when I say 'a while,' I mean 'until-Walter-showed-up-with-breakfast.' She chuckles, remembering the old man scolding her. "Speaking of, he should be here soon." She glances up at the grandfather across the room, then back to Prudence. "Why...are you taking notes, again? You know exactly what I do, all day. I'm either here, or I'm with you. There's not much of an in-between..."
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Post by Walter on Sept 23, 2009 17:26:42 GMT -5
Knocking politely on the door to make his presence known, Walter opened the door and let himself in. "Did you call for me Sir Integra?. I've come bearing a peace offering of Earl Grey and biscuits"
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Post by Prudence on Sept 23, 2009 20:31:26 GMT -5
"Ooooh," Prudence giggled greedily at the sight of the tray in Walter's hands. "Very nice." She clapped a little bit, and then turned back to Integral. "I want to see what goes on when you're in here. Ins and outs of the business, and all that. So, people pop in often enough to make wearing a whole suit worth it? That sort of sucks." As she spoke, she scribbled the word "sucks" into her notebook and underlined it for good measure.
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Post by Sir_Integral on Sept 28, 2009 15:53:17 GMT -5
The knight accepts the tray from the gentleman. "Thank you, Walter." She sets the tray between herself and her companion. "Well, Prudence, We're going to have tea, now, you see. It's very important. I'm useless until I've had a bit of it. I can't focus at all." She takes the pen and paper from her friend, notes the time, then scribbles 'Tea'. Setting this aside and removing the cover from the tea tray, She pours Prudence a cup of tea, setting it atop a delicate little saucer before handing it to her friend. "Yes, People are in-and-out all day. Mostly un-invited knights, like our dear Sir. Winfield." She cracks a smile. Integral never missed an opportunity to poke fun at the boy.
“I wear a ‘whole suit’ because I’d hate to be caught by one of my peers in only half of my suit. Though I suppose I’d rather have my jacket than my trousers…” she muses, chuckling at her friend, opening a small tin of biscuits and spilling a few onto the little dish her retainer had left for that very purpose.
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Post by Prudence on Sept 29, 2009 20:18:22 GMT -5
Prudence underlines Integral's notation of "Tea" twice, and scribbles "Serious business; v. important" next to it.
"Well, what I mean by the whole suit thing was, like...." She puzzled out how to put her intentions into words for a moment. "Does the work really call for the gloves and the cravat and the jacket and the shirt buttons done all the way up the neck? Even that top button that bothers my neck and suffocates me a little?"
Stealthily, she snatches a biscuit and crams it into her mouth to allow her friend to talk without any of Prudence's trademark interruptions.
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Post by Sir_Integral on Sept 30, 2009 3:30:12 GMT -5
Integral smiles at Prudence and looks up at her butler. "Walter, What did my father wear?" she asks calmly, possibly trying to make a joke, or maybe just curious to know about her father's habits. Given her father's reputation, and the woman's love for the man, it was difficult to know.
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Post by Walter on Oct 4, 2009 17:41:10 GMT -5
"Well my dear lady if I do remember correctly... it has been several decades after all ... Sir Hellsing has always sported the same faded brown blazer, no matter how much I urged him to get rid of it, matched with some crinkled suit or another. The man's neck tie was always a strewn as well .... if you catch my drift" he added with a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. He may be well into his prime but the bulter is always riddled with fond memories of his masters, past and present.
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Post by Sir_Integral on Oct 5, 2009 9:56:26 GMT -5
Integral chuckles and closes her eyes for a moment. She remembered exactly what that tattered brown jacket smelled like. Ancient cigar smoke and something lighter, gentler. Possibly even floral…feminine, now that she thought about it. Her smile widens. Even after her mother’s death, he still smelled like women. She opens her eyes and blinks at her butler. “Thank you, Walter.” she chirps, turning back to Prudence.
“You see? Father was, well, a bit relaxed in his appearance. His position was secure, remember? He didn’t have to prove himself to the Convention of Twelve.” She looks over her shoulder at her retainer. “Do you remember when we went to buy my first suit? You insisted we get the three piece…with the skirt and trousers.” She grins again, turning back to Prudence. “In the end, I wore the trousers. Round Table Conferences are serious business, you know…and it was my first. I couldn’t very well show up in frills. The gloves and cravat were essential that day. My father wore them. Most of the knights wear them.” She crosses her legs and inspects a biscuit on her saucer, breaking it in half.
“After that…Once I was officially…in the club, I suppose, and people started dropping in to wave paper in my face, I had to be taken seriously.” Her face hardens. “I had to establish myself as someone they couldn’t kick around. I was a child, but they learned very quickly that I was not to be played with.”
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Post by Prudence on Oct 5, 2009 14:12:47 GMT -5
Prudence frowned a bit. "Do these people realize you get rid of bloodsucking monsters? After the initial, 'yes I can do this job thank you very much' period, if anyone hinted at not taking me seriously, I'd just point out that it's very nice for them that they haven't been devoured by ghouls yet, and so it's an awfully good thing that I do my job so well. Then they would have no reason to give me grief if I showed up to work in dinosaur pajamas." She smiled at the thought and continued. "Of course, that probably really says that I shouldn't ever have a job where I have any societal importance, because I will totally show up in dinosaur pajamas." Try as she might, Prudence couldn't imagine Integral in any manner of clothing that wasn't serious and proper and almost absurdly British. She certainly looked most in her element with a cigar in one gloved hand and a delicate tea cup in the other. She made a mental note to try and plot a Rocky Horror night, to fix this inability. Perhaps via corsetry.
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Post by Sir Allastor Winfield on Oct 9, 2009 7:42:57 GMT -5
The door slowly opens and a half awake Allastor stumbles into the room. With slitted eyes he gazed about in his boxers, rubbing at the back of his head, messing up his bed hair even more. "...Holy shit...this isn't the bathroom..." He gazed about before grinning sleepily. "G'morning Sir...Prudence...Walter..." In his robe and fuzzy bunny slippers, he shuffled to stand next to Walter, his secret hero. "How is everyone...?"
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Post by Prudence on Oct 9, 2009 16:39:21 GMT -5
Prudence rolled her eyes and gestured at Allastor as if he were a purposefully offensive piece of postmodern art. "See? He doesn't even bother with clothes, much less a suit." She scribbled a few less-than flattering notes on Allastor and added, "At least you bother with proper decorum." It could have been worse though, Prudence reasoned. At least he had come to his senses before relieving himself in a potted plant.
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Post by Sir Allastor Winfield on Oct 9, 2009 17:56:51 GMT -5
He rubs his eyes before opening them. "Those notes aren't very nice...I heard you as you wrote them down..." He smiled warmly. "You are gonna hurt my feelings..."
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Post by Sir_Integral on Oct 10, 2009 18:13:17 GMT -5
The glazed-over look in Prudence’s eyes was suspicious enough. Integral could only hope she was imagining herself in the aforementioned dinosaur pajamas. The knight shudders and wiggles her hand before the girl’s face. No response. She was gone. Shaking her head, she looks away from her friend. At that moment the door way opens and in steps the aforementioned uninvited knight. “Sir Winfield, Please, for Heaven’s sake, cover your sin… kindly close your dressing-gown…” She pinches the bridge of her nose, under her glasses, and sneaks a peek at Prudence. “Luckily, most of the knights know the difference between my office and the lavatory…”
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Post by Sir Allastor Winfield on Oct 10, 2009 18:26:18 GMT -5
He chuckled a bit and closed his robe. "I apologize, M'lady...This is the first rest I've had in awhile..." He started towards the door. "Sorry for barging in..."
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