Post by Dolly on Sept 1, 2010 19:05:49 GMT -5
Dolly was completely livid. It just wasn’t fair! After all the work she had done, all the recruiting and the planning, she was finally standing there on the precipice of her revenge, and it had been stolen from her in one swift movement! It was a disgrace! She’d had to do far too much bowing and scraping, practically vomiting apologies for information that was “obviously incorrect” and “hideously outdated.” Now here she was, back as square one!
Well, perhaps not back at square one. After all, she knew where her target was now. She knew that the Hellsing woman wasn’t as easy to fool as most of the humans Dolly dealt with. And she was already in London, right near the filth she intended to exterminate. She just needed to formulate another plan for going about it. How, though? It was infuriating. All the resources at her disposal, a task force at least as large as Hellsing’s, and yet she couldn’t do anything with them. Her blood-soaked revenge was so close she could almost taste it; she could almost feel the monster’s throat in her grasp.
Then, as if by divine intervention, a thought ran across her mind. She had recently received word of the spreading of some sort of horrifying supernatural plague. Her subordinates had asked her how to proceed, and in her petulant fury she had almost thrown a tantrum right there and almost told them not to even bother. She collected herself in time to inform them to leave it up to their discretion. But the ones behind this plague were causing quite a problem for Hellsing. It occurred to Dolly that they would make valuable allies in secret. Now all she had to do was to find them, somehow.
She grinned darkly and made her way outside to the nearest iconic red phone booth, dark pince-nez sunglasses on and thick lace parasol aloft. She had very important business to attend to. The new orders would be to find and infiltrate the organization spreading the pestilence, by any means necessary. Meanwhile, Dolly would need to earn the trust of the Englishwoman.
(OOC Note: "prorogation" is just a fancy word for "delay." Dolly's just really pretentious.)
Well, perhaps not back at square one. After all, she knew where her target was now. She knew that the Hellsing woman wasn’t as easy to fool as most of the humans Dolly dealt with. And she was already in London, right near the filth she intended to exterminate. She just needed to formulate another plan for going about it. How, though? It was infuriating. All the resources at her disposal, a task force at least as large as Hellsing’s, and yet she couldn’t do anything with them. Her blood-soaked revenge was so close she could almost taste it; she could almost feel the monster’s throat in her grasp.
Then, as if by divine intervention, a thought ran across her mind. She had recently received word of the spreading of some sort of horrifying supernatural plague. Her subordinates had asked her how to proceed, and in her petulant fury she had almost thrown a tantrum right there and almost told them not to even bother. She collected herself in time to inform them to leave it up to their discretion. But the ones behind this plague were causing quite a problem for Hellsing. It occurred to Dolly that they would make valuable allies in secret. Now all she had to do was to find them, somehow.
She grinned darkly and made her way outside to the nearest iconic red phone booth, dark pince-nez sunglasses on and thick lace parasol aloft. She had very important business to attend to. The new orders would be to find and infiltrate the organization spreading the pestilence, by any means necessary. Meanwhile, Dolly would need to earn the trust of the Englishwoman.
(OOC Note: "prorogation" is just a fancy word for "delay." Dolly's just really pretentious.)