Alucard
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What a perfect night..
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Post by Alucard on Aug 23, 2010 23:34:01 GMT -5
".....hmph...as you wish...", he sand briefly to Allastor, before turning his attention to the terminal Police Girl, Seras Victoria. Seras would hear a familiar, and foreboding voice enter her head. 'It's about time you showed up, Police Girl...', Alucard mentally sneered, in his usual condescending manner when addressing the would-be vampire he so sired. A few footsteps were audible across the echoing floor, until they stopped, his coat fluttering slightly with the stopping movement, to give foreshadowing of the bloodshed that was about to occur. His usual grin was replaced by a look of all seriousness. Bringing up his hands to eye level as he was now in focus, a feint glowing now appeared on the curious symbols that adorned his gloves. "Permission approved, Cromwell Initiative is now in effect, release restraints levels one and two, continue until target is silenced...". and as he did so, his lithe form melted away into a dark, amorphous shape. Alucard continued to paint the walls of the area in complete darkness, save for the blood red eyes that were popping open and widening all over the walls, ceilings and floors. A few extra wide mouths protruded in erratic patterns around the many eyes, and finally, grotesque, disproportionate hands of all sizes shot out, alternating between turning into dog-like heads to rip the infected into pieces, and hands forming into blade-like objects to impale them before ripping them apart that way.
In this fashion, the extreme blackness, given light only by the many eyes and mouths, were being splattered with many shades of red, followed by an almost giddy, evil laugh.
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Dolly
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Look at this tangle of thorns.
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Post by Dolly on Sept 5, 2010 13:09:05 GMT -5
It wouldn't be untrue, Dolly mused, to say that she had overheard the commotion while going to get her midnight meal. Had she gone looking for trouble? Well, that was all a matter of interpretation, wasn't it?
It was very hard to reign in her instinctive reaction when she heard that horrifying cackle. It took a tremendous effort not to fly into a murderous rage then and there. But if she did that, of course, there would be nothing left. She'd be massively outnumbered in a foreign country. No, the best strategy right now would be to help.
The infirmary had become a massacre. Dolly suspected that the spreading plague had come to Hellsing's headquarters at last. She knew there was no way she'd be able to vanquish these awful things individually, not least because she didn't have a gun on her person. Instead, she decided that impromptu cremation might be more efficient, and drew from her handbag an ornately-carved lighter and a can of hairspray.
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Post by Sir_Integral on Nov 21, 2010 1:04:34 GMT -5
"Dolly! You're a bloody genius!" The ghouls were writhing and screaming already, but the knight grabs the closest bottle off one of the nightstands, a flask of whisky, Shaking it to check the contents, she unscrews it, and, hopping onto the next bed, she wads up the topsheet, pours the contents over it. Reaching into her pocket, she flicks open her lighter, and, lights the sheet. Immedietly it bursts into flames, and the knight tossed it to the floor, atop one of the monsters."We need to burn them! Your bullets are no good here, get them into the fire! We need to try to preserve the infirmary!"
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Post by Sir Allastor Winfield on Nov 21, 2010 1:30:35 GMT -5
Blurred vision. Confusion. Whatever was wrong with the young knight was definitely getting to him now. He forced himself to mumble. "Too much excitement...I guess..." He had spaced out through the last bit of the incidents, but through the mass chaos he came to when the new female burst into the room and started setting fire to everything. "Sweet Mary mother of Jesus!" He scooted back, using his crutches for props before looking to his night stand. He too had some hard alcohol on stand by. "Drinks are on the house boys..." Allastor quickly ripped one of his sleeves off and stuffed it down into one of the full bottles. He gave the glass container a feverish shaking before flicking open his zippo, the flame burning brightly before his eyes. "Poor bastards...Out of the pan and into the fire, eh...?" He threw the bottle with all his might into a mass of the groaning soldiers, hearing the glass shatter before the roar of the flames. The sick knight wasted no time in performing the task again with two more whiskey bottles, watching most of his comrades burst into flames. Their groans and screams were almost deafening. "Your enjoying this...aren't you monster?" He glanced to Alucard, looking at his figure through the flames. Somewhere deep down inside of him, he almost hoped that Alucard too would catch on fire. Not like it'd do any good...
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Post by Andrew Whaley on Nov 21, 2010 10:58:26 GMT -5
Andrew smirked a bit at his co-workers quick thinking. "Molotovs eh...? Sir Integral! I'll clear a path! Get the survivo-Erm...Allastor and Pip out of here!" With that being said, he moved lithely as if he were dancing, through the flames and ghouls, spinning and lashing out with his sharp bones. "It won't take the flames that long to engulf this room! You need to get out of here. Once I get you out of here I'll check the rest of the house, make sure this didn't happen elsewhere!" With quick and precise strikes, Andrew fell ghoul after ghoul into flames and bloody piles, leaving a path open to the doors for his boss and comrades. With a swift kick, he burst the doors open for his boss. "I'll go get help!" He looked to Prudence and looked rather serious. "Make sure the flames are put out and that Integra and the rest get out safely..." Andrew moved up the stairs and up top quickly, dashing to check the rest of the house. He grinned to himself.
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Alucard
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What a perfect night..
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Post by Alucard on Nov 21, 2010 20:21:47 GMT -5
Well he'd be damned..not that he wasn't damned to begin with, if anyone, especially humans and werewolves get in the way of his fun. He was under strict orders by Integral to "Search and Destroy", and God help you if you got in his way. The black amorphous shape now changed slightly, the eyes coming together in pairs, and now toothy grins appeared below each set of eyes. They all widened somewhat at the sight of the fire, but not out of fear, but rather, excitement.
It reminded him of the many times people had tried to burn his corpse in hopes of decimating him from the Earth forever, to no avail. He also delighted in the sight of flames for other reasons. Particularly because that's pretty much always what his surroundings looked like when he was done with someone. Either that, or covered with blood. All the mouths began to cackle, all with his same voice, in unison. "YES!!!!!! That's the spirit....KILL THEM ALL!!!! He didn't even seem to concerned with Allastor at the moment, despite his apparent decline in health. Instead, he savored moving forward, the many arms at his sides grabbing the several ghouls that were left in his wake, and taking extra time to mutilate and dismember them beyond recognition.
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Post by Sir Allastor Winfield on Nov 21, 2010 20:36:23 GMT -5
Allastor watched Hellsing's trash man 'take out the trash' in awe. :: What a monster...Such incredible power...:: He grabbed his crutches and got himself situated right, looking at the clearing Andrew had made for the surviving humans. His eyes quickly darted to his boss. "Sir Integral, let's go! If we stay any longer we will join these poor bastards in a fiery grave!" He reached out quickly, grabbing his leader by the wrist and began to make his way up the path, coughing hard at the smoke. His vision was getting worse, and his breathing was failing him. :: Damn it! At this rate I'm going to die...:: With all his might he forced his own body forward, pulling his boss with him. "...Almost there..."
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Walter
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The Angel of Death
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Post by Walter on Dec 6, 2010 15:40:07 GMT -5
Kicking open the door so that it would illuminate some form of light into the abyss of smoke and disease, Hellsing's retainer stretched the worn black leather gloves over his hands and descended the steps. He walks pleasantly as he stops at the last landing of the steps to shout "Sir Integral and company! if you could please come this way, that would be much obliged!" Stretching an arm out in front of him, Walter let a mass of monofilament wires wrap around the crossbeam at the center of the room. Slowly a smile spreads across his face. "It would be kind of you all to follow the wires out of here before I take the ceiling down with me"
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Alucard
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What a perfect night..
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Post by Alucard on Dec 17, 2010 13:07:40 GMT -5
A look of happiness and excitement came over him, as the several mouths smiled toward Walter. This smile quickly faded, however, since Walter was caving in the whole area, and thus destroying all his fun. A brief scowl washed over him as he reverted back to his usual vampiric form, and phased through a wall to escape with ease, that eerie whale-like sound following in his wake. His voice reverberated in the walls as he disappeared. "Damn...it was just starting to get fun around here...."
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