The Nightmare of Hallowton(Open)

[Integra Hellsing]

"Once we have returned to the manor you will discard that uniform and wear something more befitting of a lowly slave," explained Integra as they walked down the street. The punishment was far from over. "Then you will report to Mr. Harker. In the meantime... Slash your throat."

[Ayen]

"Who is it?"

“Maricul of Hellsing.”

The vampiress didn't wait for permission to enter. She simply announced herself and then pushed opened the door and entered the room. Her eyes gazing over to Tony Stark at the microscope before being led over to the large pod that moved of its own accord. Recognizing the color pattern as the armored suit the man wore back during the Hallowton bombing. Closing the door behind her the vampiress chose to cut to the chase.

“It may interest you to know that this is no ordinary plague...”

To illustrate her point Maricul exposed her fangs to the man to show what she was.

“Even vampires are infected by the bacteria.”

[Queen Lori]

Dec 12, 2012 17:11:33 GMT -6 Sparda said:

"Your Majesty."

There was perhaps only one person in the whole castle who seemed no worse for wear, even in the grip of this... plague. Clad as always in his trademark violet, Sparda entered the throne room from his sojourns around the palace on various errands. Mostly, this had been to help the busy healers, as well as see to the Queen's personal medical supplies.

Clutched in the devil's off hand as he approached was a large white napkin. "Your medical supplies are catalogued and stored in your quarters. Say the word, and I can have the lot restocked within..." He paused. The next word seemed stuck in his throat, held back by a silent yawn that left his mouth agape...

"A-SCHOO!" All of a sudden, he raised the napkin to his mouth and gave a mighty sneeze. He blinked, grumbling to himself, and rubbed at his nose with the napkin and a brief sniffle. "Within the hour, excuse me."

Thanks to his superior immune system, Sparda suffered only a cold.

"Anything else?"

Lori looked up from her place on the bed to see Sparda was boils free. Not all that surprising provided with what she already known about him. He seemed perfect in the face of this disaster and Lori was even a bit envious of his perfect picture of health. Until out of nowhere a sneeze came out of his nose and he covered his mouth with the napkin. Perhaps he wasn't so invincible after all. That said Lori would have preferred a cold to this.
"Be honest with me, Sparda. How bad is it out there?"

[Adelina]

"Yes master."

But Adelina had no intention on just lying down in bed and doing nothing. She had a kingdom to take over after all. As soon as Dracula left Adelina was already out of the bed and waited a couple of minutes before exiting the building herself and going to find Bane. If anyone could find out the cause of this plague it was him.

[Dracula]

Adelina had a lot to learn still about being a vampire. Dracula already knew where she was thanks to the bond they now shared upon their siring. He would confront her later as for now something more important drew his attention away from the foolish fledgling.

"Slash your throat."

"What an odd thing to say."

Dracula came around the corner and now stood in front of the three who were headed back to the Hellsing manor that lied in ruins.

"Now, why would the renowned Sir Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing command her servant to slash his own throat?"

[sebastian]

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What a bastard she was turning out to be. Discard the butler suit? He could have done so right then, it was of his creation, and it was part of the fake body he created in this form. He could easily just make it blow off him as dark fog, leaving a scratchy and rough-looking t-shirt and ragged pants underneath; along with some dirt to the face, hair, and exposed arms if she wanted him to look like that. But she had said one they were back at the manor. This didn't bother him in the slightest, he had taken on countless forms other than a butler before. Yes, he had taken on the form of a slave as well, on numerous occasions; the most memorable was during the servitude to his master 2573 years ago. That master had served as an overseer over many different slaves, but he hadn't exactly been rich or loved in luxury. There had been no such thing as a manor, or butlers at that. As time progressed and society changed, so did the forms he took on once bound to a master. Of course, the ultimate goal of that man had been to kill the tyrannical leader of the country he lived in. His soul had been rather unlikable, but the best thing available at that time. The Crow, as a slave, had assassinated the country's leader within a year, and helped that human set up a better reign. Then the man gave up his soul, and the demon had moved on.

Ah, such memories... Back when he had been a bit less picky of the masters he chose; as long as they had been better than what was around. He would never forget those times, saturated with the only partially satisfying souls... Integra was speaking again, and he would feel a new surge of disgust. He disliked Harker quite a bit, and showing himself as a slave before the man was a repulsive thought. But that didn't matter much, either. Again, it was not something new to him. He wouldn't be surprised if Harker made some snide remarks, and he would simply disregard them. Once his time under Integra was up, assuming Harker was still alive, he would find a way to get revenge on Harker for whatever he said or did. When Integra no longer controlled him, he would make Harker's life utterly miserable...



That demonic pleasure was enough to calm him. Once again, all thoughts and emotions would be hidden from Integra; the last thing he wanted was for her to feel that he was having such thoughts through the bond. Normally, he would never have bothered to conceal such things from his master; but situations like this called for those actions on his part. And then, Integra gave her next command, and he simply sighed. He would raise a gloved hand to his throat, and make a slicing movement in front of it; without so much as touching the skin. The next moment, a long split would cut along the invisible line he drew, and the crimson would flow down and stain his white tuxedo shirt even more. There wasn't so much as a twitch or hiss of pain on his part; though it certainly hurt like hell.

And that was when he felt it, that sharp pain across the back of his hand; much more noticeable than the new cut across his neck. Had he not been currently suffering from his warring emotions and the affect the Nightmare had on them, he might have smiled sadly at that moment. But no, his face remained indifferent. Integra would also have felt that very brief flash of agony across her mark, across her eye... And she would know exactly what it meant. It meant that the contract was slowly moving closer to truly being breached... The crow said nothing about it though, there was no need. And if in the end, the contract was broken by Integra... Then he'd be free again... But he also wouldn't be taking her soul when given the option; as resulted from a broken contract. Integra was safe from his hungry desires, she could at least take comfort in that fact... He truly had just given up everything. Then the newcomer came around the corner, asking why Integra would order him to do such a thing, and felt a savage desire to snap, as it was none of this guy's business to ask such a thing; nor was it his place. But he held his tongue. Integra could say what she wanted. If the contract was breached, why should it matter him?

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In the [stillness] of the shining sky
is your [home] of return
Beyond the [darkness[/color]][/size]

Thoughts ► None
Feelings ► Irritable and taciturn

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Muse ► Decent
Tags ► Integra, Dracula
Notes ► Check your PM when you can, please; Integra~
Music ► Si Deus Me Relinquit
Credits ► Aurion!

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[Integra Hellsing]

"I changed my mind. Slave, take two steps backward now turn around." But by the time she had said it the demon had already inflicted damage on his throat. Integra turned around to face her slave. He didn't have to show his feelings on the matter of his replacement or Harker. Integra already knew his feelings towards angels and Mr. Harker. She could guess what he was feeling no matter how hard he tried to conceal it. "That was unnecessary, Slave. I already cancelled the order."

Integra turned her head over to the new arrival. Recognizing his appearance and clothing from an old appearance Alucard had taken in the past. Maricul's Freak squad had also reported to her about his whereabouts but when she sent a team in to eliminate him the house appeared like it had been emptied for years. This man had gone through a lot of trouble not be found by her only to appear out in the open. How foolish. "Save the act. I already know who you are. Count Dracula."

[Marvel Universe]

"Yeah?"

Tony pulled away from the microscope just in time to see Maricul's fangs right in his face, prompting him to take a step back as he looked at them.

"You ever floss those things?"

[Ashley]

"Yo, Sebastian!"

Ranma jumped down where Sebastian, Saephara, Integra and Dracula were on the street. Though his body was covered in boils and he suffered from the same plague as everyone else, Ranma didn't seem to slow down too much because of it. Looking towards the butler who were the only person he really knew around town aside from Saasha and the Akane lookalike who were out of town, he hoped to get some answers on what was going on through him.

"Do you have any idea what's going on around here? Hey, why aren't you sick?"

[Cap'n Failz]

"Perhaps that would be for the best." He turned in the direction of the hospital he had located, and started on his path there. "I will relay what we have learned, and do what I can to create something of a clear zone within the facility. The limited area should make it easier than attempting to cleanse the entire city." He drew upon the Force, and bent slightly at the knees, as if preparing to sprint. "Keep yourself well. It would be most....ironic for a healer to die from that which they are healing." And then he disappeared in a blur of speed.

He came to a halt only a few moments later, his robes whirling about him in a cloud of dust. Lifting his masked gaze, he stared at the building before him. Given what he had seen of the technological level of the city, it seemed a fair enough hospital, certainly the best available with what resources they had. He doubted if it would be of any great use on its own, without more time than they had available.

"A Sith helping the innocent....what a twist fate has given me...."

[Saephara]

The breeze had started again, it seemed, as Saephara stood alongside Integra and Sebastian, the two newcomers in front of them. The walk to this point had been uneventful and she had paid little attention as Integra ordered Sebastian to do something. She didn't so much as blink as the butler sliced his throat. He was a demon and he could survive such a blow, she believed. if anything, she was pondering on when she would request to retrieve her motorcycle from the street back at the alleyway. But now there was the problem of these two...Dracula one was called by her new employer, the other she was uncertain of. Never had she seen either person and it put her on edge. Simply put, she could tell that Dracula was ancient...as old as her ancestors. The other dark-headed male she couldn't feel anything from. Nonetheless, she stood at the ready. Her gentle fingers played with the air, ready to cast her threads if either of them moved with the intent to harm.

As Sir Integra finished stating that she had seen through Dracula's act, Saephara simply added onto that statement in a hushed tone as her body moved to place her left foot in front of her to rest her weight on the right one. She did not wish to seem hostile, however she did want to move away from these individuals. "Kind sir, my lady's agenda is not important to you, nor are her reasons for the things that she speaks. Now please, would you kindly remove yourself from our path? I would hate to see what would happen if you did not and pressed the issue." Her left index finger twitched as she smiled lightly. Her coat flowed softly in the air and her silver hair rose in the air in an ethereal way. Serious, cold sapphire eyes stared down Dracula as they waited for a response. She was ready if anything did happen. It seemed the other had addressed Sebastian so she would not acknowledge him. He did not at this time seem to be a threat to Integra. Sae turned her head to look at her boss and stood still, humming a gentle song while waiting for the outcome of this encounter.

[Dracula]

"My reputation precedes me."

Dracula tilted his hat in greeting. Keeping his eyes mostly on Sir Integra but also made sure to keep tabs on the others in case they tried anything. Sebastian didn't look like he'd be doing anything any time soon but there was an angel among them and now a human who didn't know any better. Interesting how he moved like he wasn't afflicted with the plague when he clearly was. Dracula would have to make a mental note to track him down when blood was safe to take from the vein again. It'd be nice to have some of that energy on his side.

"Yet I am surprised you have not sent one of your more stronger agents to hunt me down and eliminate me. Has revenge against General Vulture blinded you so?"

His eyes then trailed over to the angel.

"Pardon me, miss, but I was speaking with Sir Integra. It's rude to interrupt a conversation."

[Sparda]

For a moment, Sparda seemed to be entertaining the thought of a quiet laugh in spite of his condition. He'd have been quite amused under any other circumstances. But when Lori posed her question, his face fell somewhat. Right back to business - of course.

"I won't lie, it's grim. The death toll will be unclear while we're still running damage control. Until then I've directed main efforts towards containment. So far, no one has been found who hasn't been infected, but rates of progression vary from person to person; it's especially slow in the young. The healthiest are quarantined as best as we're able."

He stepped further into the room, replacing the napkin in the breast pocket of his waistcoat. He didn't feel another sneeze coming on. He was aware there was something else they needed to discuss, with regard to investigating this mystery.

"Any leads yet?"

[DC Comics]

The man now laid with his chest cut open. Dead. Bane put down the saw and began wiping off the blood from his gloves as two more of his men came in with a scared expression on their face. But the vampiress who had just come knocking was someone that could not be kept waiting for long and since they didn't want to be given a bad review from their boss' boss they spoke up.

"B-Bane. Adelina is here and she wishes to see you."

Bane wasn't surprised by the news, turning around to face the two henchmen Bane finished cleaning himself up and picked up the corpse. Dropping it in a nearby body bag and covering it up for dumping later.

"Bring her in."

[sebastian]

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His face remained expressionless as she spoke again, just after his actions of carrying out her order. So, she wasn't willing to risk breaching the contract? He couldn't help but wonder why, seeing as she had nothing to lose now. What was her purpose in keeping her stray dog? Not to mention, her order to him to slash his own throat had held, she hadn't recalled it soon enough. And as he had already inflicted the injury, the contract had been weakened all the same. If she wanted to keep him around, she'd have to be quicker in recalling such orders, or just not give them at all. He could feel the steady burn of his own contract on his hand as blood continued to dribble from his throat and further stain his clothing. Integra as well would feel that burn in her eye, that steady warning of where the contract was heading. All the same, the bond still held, making her next words into an order. Without any response, he took two steps back and turned to face the opposite direction as instructed; those gloved hands still clasped neatly behind his back.

He payed little attention to the conversation between this newcomer vampire, Integra, and the Angel; it was of no concern to him. He simply remained silent, gazing at nothing in particular as the time passed. Then the familiar voice rang out, calling what had used to be his name. He blinked in surprise as Ranma's arrival, caught off guard by how much he seemed unaffected by the Plague; if one ignored his physical appearance. He must not have had the illness long. Ranma then asked his question, and the demon merely shook his head slightly, saying nothing in response. He wasn't supposed to speak unless on Integra's command, and so he would say nothing. He resumed gazing ahead, down the alleyway from where they had come; the crimson gaze dull and unfeeling, despite the obvious severity of his own physical state. What an interesting game this had become...

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In the [stillness] of the shining sky
is your [home] of return
Beyond the [darkness[/color]][/size]

Thoughts ► None
Feelings ► None

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Where the [moon sinks[/color]][/size]
is a narrow [path[/color]] that leads you[/size]

Muse ► Good
Tags ► Integra, Dracula, Sae, Ranma
Notes ► Sorry for the wait and lack of quality...
Music ► Si Deus Me Relinquit
Credits ► Aurion!

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