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Post by Sir Allastor Winfield on Oct 9, 2009 7:45:56 GMT -5
Allastor smiles to himself as he sits on a bench staring at the flowers. He relaxed himself and began humming as he basked in the sun. With a grunt he realized sitting up was truly a bad idea. Without much thought, he stood up and wandered amongst the flowers, finding a spot where he wouldn't squish one, and laid himself among them. "Ah...much better."
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Post by Sir_Integral on Oct 10, 2009 23:08:03 GMT -5
When the knight next opens his eyes, Integral Hellsing is leaning over him, delicately holding her cigar away from the boy and turning her blonde head to exhale a plume of smoke over him, It keeps the smoke from going in his face, but her hair brushes across his chest. "Do you have a concussion? Did you jump off the room this time?" She frowns at the boy in the corner of her eye, but offers him her hand. "Come on, Winfield. Sit up."
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Post by Sir Allastor Winfield on Oct 11, 2009 17:15:25 GMT -5
Blinking slightly, he takes her hand and stands up. "No no...I was fine...I just decided to lay down and relax a bit." He looked into her eyes as he crossed his arms. "Its just been stressful, dealing with the random infected zombie like beings from time to time...I had to kill a whole family of 'ghouls' just last week due to this virus..." He looked at her with a smile. "You look lovely today, sir."
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Post by Sir_Integral on Oct 17, 2009 14:50:26 GMT -5
Integral lowers herself onto the little bench Allastor had rejected. "You've failed to turn in that report, too." She sighs. "It's hard to fill them out...for those situations." She runs a hand through her rumpled hair and knows the boy's wrong. "A sweet gesture, nontheless, Sir. Winfield." Leaning back, she crosses her legs and takes in the sinking sun, drowning in the early chill of fall. "It's best not to stay out much longer, Allastor." She warns, eyes locked on the dull sunset. "One never knows..." Thus far, they hadn't been attacked...but that could hardly last much longer. Though no one said it aloud, they all whispered about it. A drearly, misty rain begins to fall, and the woman stands, holding out a hand to Allastor. "Let's go in."
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Post by Sir Allastor Winfield on Oct 21, 2009 18:06:09 GMT -5
He hesitates before taking her hand and leading her inside. "You don't know...but you don't have to worry..." He gazed ahead before turning his head to her. "I'm here to protect you, Integral...I chose to serve you in life and/or death...No damned undead will harm you, not as long as I still can fight." He smiled a bit before opening the door for her.
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Post by Sir_Integral on Oct 22, 2009 3:38:18 GMT -5
She pauses before the dool to let Allastor finish his speech. She smiles weakly. "You shouldn't be fighting at all. You know that. You job is international relations. That comes first. My monsters can keep the other monsters at bay. She pats him on the cheek plesantly, then steps inside.
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Post by Sir Allastor Winfield on Oct 22, 2009 15:28:19 GMT -5
His cheeks flushed momentarily before following suit. "Yes, ma'am...I know, but your monsters won't always be there...And when they are not, I will be..." He grinned a bit. "Besides...i do my own ghoul and vampire slaying off the clock anyway..."
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