Post by Ayen on Aug 29, 2012 15:05:32 GMT -6
Steward: Ma'am. How can I help you?
Sir Integra: Inform the Queen that Sir Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing of the Hellsing Organization would like to have an audience with her over the terms of our employment and the safety of the nation of Hallowton.
Sebastian: The price that comes with a demon's service is your soul... Once your ultimate goal is achieved... It could take as little as a year, or stretch out into decades... Either way, I shall be the one to swallow your soul; whether you are on the verge of death or not.
Sir Integra: Skip the theatrics Butler.
Sir Integra: I, Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing order you, Sebastian, to seal the contract. Become a tool for me to utilize.
Sebastian: Tomorrow morning, you will see what this butler can do; Master.
Sebastian: I'm simply one hell of a butler...
Seras: Sir Integra. What happened to this place? It's almost the same as the old mansion... Over night though.
Sir Integra: Meet Sebastian. He is one Hell of a butler.
Joan D'Arc: Who is the demon? He trespasses on my holy grounds.
Constantine Harker: I know, I'm not done yet. Hold your applauds for later.
Constantine Harker: Woah now, I did not just give them those weapons. I also made Vulture is a Homo t-shirts for the people of Hallowton to buy at the local shirt market, or what ever these people have...
Constantine Harker: There better not be any hobo jizz on my seat. I let you sit in a million dollar car for about an hour, least you can do is get out calmly so I don't have to tazer you. Comprende?
Sebastian: Sebastian reaffirms his dedication to support Integra in whatever choices she makes.
Eric: Yadda yadda yadda, you somewhat disagree with Integra yet also see that she still shares your views. "Master, those are my ideals, that is all." Bows serves tea, does demon butler things.
Sebastian: You saw no error... This message is simply your mind playing tricks on you...
Sebastian: Eric, gtfo of my summary.
Eric: I accept!
Sebastian: My my... Love violence, much? Perhaps you'd like these back...
Eric: Not Bad.
Sebastian: Bitch please. I'm Sebastian Michaelis.
Eric: ...
Sebastian: Is there a problem, Sir?
Sir Integra: That's enough, the both of you, go to your rooms.
Sebastian: My Lord? Forgive me, but your order is a bit unclear... If I may point out, I have no room. Every single room in this entire mansion is my room; considering I spend my time running all over the mansion to clean and cook. Is there a specific room you want me to go to?
Thug: All right, lady. Give me that pretty little necklace of yours and no one will get hurt.
Mari: Doubtful.
Mari: Eying the goods? I see yours are bigger than mine.
Seras: I am not checking you out. And of course mine are bigger, you have the body of a pre-teen.
Seras: Let's not get hasty or anything. I wouldn't want to hurt you. Rule eighteen however requires me to limber up, so give me a moment please.
Mari: Just tell me where he is!
Seras: He's not here he disappeared from my life 15 years ago. So if you'd like to die for nothing, keep coming at me.
Seras: Is this all you got? Allow me to show you true darkness!
Seras: Eat shadows bitch!
Mari: I'm still standing.
Sir Integra: Seras. Fix her standing up problem and bring her to me...
Mari: Fuck. Catholics.
Mari: Fuck... My life...
Mari: Doesn't count... You god modded...
Sir Integra: A wonderful thing freedom is. Like smoke, it is confined to my lungs until I blow it out. It then scatters and ceases to exist as a single mass breaking down and becoming part of the chemical process of life.
Mari: L... L... Legs.
Sir Integra: Like my great grand father before me had done, defeated Lord Dracula and enslaved him as a tool to kill the very kind he created. You will serve the Hellsing family just as Seras's master, bound by the very symbol I poses.
Sir Integra: You will only be freed from my power if I grant you the permission. If I am to pass away you are utterly screwed to an eternity in the dungeons until the next predecessor allows you to walk the surface of this planet freely. (Backhands Maricul) And that's for breaking my windows. Welcome to the Order.
Seras: You'll drink like the dog you are now.
Wild Geese: Wales would of taken it.
Seras: I call bull shit on that, New Zealand for the win.
Sir Integra: Inform the Queen that Sir Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing of the Hellsing Organization would like to have an audience with her over the terms of our employment and the safety of the nation of Hallowton.
Sebastian: The price that comes with a demon's service is your soul... Once your ultimate goal is achieved... It could take as little as a year, or stretch out into decades... Either way, I shall be the one to swallow your soul; whether you are on the verge of death or not.
Sir Integra: Skip the theatrics Butler.
Sir Integra: I, Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing order you, Sebastian, to seal the contract. Become a tool for me to utilize.
Sebastian: Tomorrow morning, you will see what this butler can do; Master.
Sebastian: I'm simply one hell of a butler...
Seras: Sir Integra. What happened to this place? It's almost the same as the old mansion... Over night though.
Sir Integra: Meet Sebastian. He is one Hell of a butler.
Joan D'Arc: Who is the demon? He trespasses on my holy grounds.
Constantine Harker: I know, I'm not done yet. Hold your applauds for later.
Constantine Harker: Woah now, I did not just give them those weapons. I also made Vulture is a Homo t-shirts for the people of Hallowton to buy at the local shirt market, or what ever these people have...
Constantine Harker: There better not be any hobo jizz on my seat. I let you sit in a million dollar car for about an hour, least you can do is get out calmly so I don't have to tazer you. Comprende?
Sebastian: Sebastian reaffirms his dedication to support Integra in whatever choices she makes.
Eric: Yadda yadda yadda, you somewhat disagree with Integra yet also see that she still shares your views. "Master, those are my ideals, that is all." Bows serves tea, does demon butler things.
Sebastian: You saw no error... This message is simply your mind playing tricks on you...
Sebastian: Eric, gtfo of my summary.
Eric: I accept!
Sebastian: My my... Love violence, much? Perhaps you'd like these back...
Eric: Not Bad.
Sebastian: Bitch please. I'm Sebastian Michaelis.
Eric: ...
Sebastian: Is there a problem, Sir?
Sir Integra: That's enough, the both of you, go to your rooms.
Sebastian: My Lord? Forgive me, but your order is a bit unclear... If I may point out, I have no room. Every single room in this entire mansion is my room; considering I spend my time running all over the mansion to clean and cook. Is there a specific room you want me to go to?
Thug: All right, lady. Give me that pretty little necklace of yours and no one will get hurt.
Mari: Doubtful.
Mari: Eying the goods? I see yours are bigger than mine.
Seras: I am not checking you out. And of course mine are bigger, you have the body of a pre-teen.
Seras: Let's not get hasty or anything. I wouldn't want to hurt you. Rule eighteen however requires me to limber up, so give me a moment please.
Mari: Just tell me where he is!
Seras: He's not here he disappeared from my life 15 years ago. So if you'd like to die for nothing, keep coming at me.
Seras: Is this all you got? Allow me to show you true darkness!
Seras: Eat shadows bitch!
Mari: I'm still standing.
Sir Integra: Seras. Fix her standing up problem and bring her to me...
Mari: Fuck. Catholics.
Mari: Fuck... My life...
Mari: Doesn't count... You god modded...
Sir Integra: A wonderful thing freedom is. Like smoke, it is confined to my lungs until I blow it out. It then scatters and ceases to exist as a single mass breaking down and becoming part of the chemical process of life.
Mari: L... L... Legs.
Sir Integra: Like my great grand father before me had done, defeated Lord Dracula and enslaved him as a tool to kill the very kind he created. You will serve the Hellsing family just as Seras's master, bound by the very symbol I poses.
Sir Integra: You will only be freed from my power if I grant you the permission. If I am to pass away you are utterly screwed to an eternity in the dungeons until the next predecessor allows you to walk the surface of this planet freely. (Backhands Maricul) And that's for breaking my windows. Welcome to the Order.
Seras: You'll drink like the dog you are now.
Wild Geese: Wales would of taken it.
Seras: I call bull shit on that, New Zealand for the win.