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Post by judasxkiss on Oct 10, 2009 20:25:57 GMT -5
The moment of tension seemed to pass once he was assured of her sincerity, thick torso sinking back down into the offered seating in silence. He calmed considerably once he regained his composure, taking several deep breaths while mentally sorting out the implications of what it was he was about to do. “That's right, Sir Hellsing. Cooperation. We are aware of the situation as it stands; And, as Hellsing is not the only one experiencing problems with this new threat, I thought we might be able to...Sort this out like civilized people.” Attachments:
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Post by Sir_Integral on Oct 10, 2009 21:41:17 GMT -5
Integral nods slowly, taking it all in. "It's sad," she murmurs, "That after all this time, it's taken a growing pandemic to combine our powers and work together against the occult. She stands and crosses the room, pulling open a large middle drawer of a filing cabinet. "I was hoping I'd need this some day." She removes a file and crosses back to the desk, opening it as she sits down.
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Post by judasxkiss on Oct 11, 2009 13:52:13 GMT -5
Several hours of this nonsense and he'd be writhing on the ground having a paroxysm of vexation—especially if the Iron Maiden decided to throw in any more of her outrageous quips concerning his subordinates. Forefinger tapped impatiently against a smooth cheek, the corner of his eye twitching as it so often did when he was agitated.
“Get to the point, Miss Hellsing. I do not care for sentimentals”, he snapped in an insolent manner, insulting her further by addressing her as he would any common woman.
Sniffs indignantly, throwing her a glare lest she try anything he would find unpleasant. Of course, keeping company with a Protestant wasn't exactly his cup of tea to begin with, but drastic times called for drastic measures.
From an outsider's perspective, his actions towards her gave the impression of being subversive, if not entirely childish—the way that sulky mouth curved downwards whenever she spoke only furthered one's suspicions that his behavior was a subtle indication that Maxwell did not intend to cooperate quite to the extent that she was hoping unless the results to be gained were in his favor.
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Post by Sir_Integral on Oct 20, 2009 9:40:32 GMT -5
Folding her arms before herself, the knight lowers her head, raising her blue eyes to meet the Catholic's. "I'm mearly suggesting that we reexamine the treat. Now's not time to be at eachother's throats. We're fighting for the same cause and we should act like it. The combined forces of our men would be enough to eliminate any supernatuural threat to Church and Crown." She pauses a moment, staring past Enrico to the window behind him. For a brief second, all she can see is Alucard before an army of Holy Knights. she tries to imagine him leading them, but, instead the dream fades and she's staring at the Snake of Iscariot again. The Countess shakes her head, her blonde mane settling upon her shoulders. "I'm sorry, come again?" She blinks.
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Post by judasxkiss on Oct 21, 2009 22:55:34 GMT -5
The very nerve of this Protestant wretch! To think that the Vatican would settle for such disreputable terms made him pale with rage. However, given the urgency involved, by lending his “support” would give him an extension into her good graces. And that, was a desirable end, being as to give satisfactory allegiance could potentially influence the powers beyond this cheap bureaucrat.
His smile turned oily sweet, head leaning to one side while rich wine-colored lips formed a gentle upturned curve. “Ah, Integra”, he purred, “I may call you that, may I not?”
He pronounced each syllable of her name carefully, enjoying the way it flowed off the tip of his tongue. The way he pronounced it in that Italian accent gave it a sort of exotic quality, the man exuding that dangerous charm of his all the while putting on an air of self-righteous complacency.
Violet hues flirted with celestial blue, proving to be more of a distraction that one would have originally intended.
“What is it you were needing exactly?”
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Post by Sir_Integral on Oct 22, 2009 5:57:31 GMT -5
She nearly chokes from the sudden influx of bullshittery. Instead she lights one of her little cigars, and nearly burns herself when the man's violet eyes catch her own. Snapping the top closed on her lighter, she drops the offending object into the top drawer of her desk. Her own eye almost twitches as he says her name...
"We have no reason, other than pride, to fight each other, Maxwell." She sighs, and addresses her cigarillo, rather than the man before her. "We're soon going to find ourselves in the middle of a global epidemic. We, along with the other supernatural hunting organizations of the world, are the only people capable of reversing this plague."
She folds her hands under her chin and finally meets the man's lavender eyes again. "This isn't the work of God, Enrico. These monsters are playing God, and, if you'll recall First Corinthians, chapter four, verses four and five, They have no right. Who is more deserving of God's source of Divine Punishment on Earth?!"
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