I Seek Answers,They Can Give Me Purpose(Integra)

[Kuxir]

Kuxir stepped from the corridor of darkness outside a building. It was night and rain fell down upon his cloaked head. He could not see, and through his eyes he existed in a world of darkness, living darkness metaphorically. Thunder clashed in the skies as he approached the door, feeling it before his hand reached for the handle, opening it and walking inside.

Earlier he was told this place was where the Organization dwelled. He felt forgotten, so he felt he had to... reintegrate himself in the Organization. He felt a tang of fear deep within himself of rejection. He also heard from his fellow Nobodies that Lord Xemnas had faded away into darkness... leaving the command of Nobodies to Kuxir himself. He shrugged this from his mind. Once inside he took off his hood, letting his long, white, spiky hair spill out. The hair contrasted with his blindfold, marking him as a blind man.

[sebastian]

Stormy nights were always enjoyable. He wasn't entirely sure what it was about them that attracted him so much, but he could only assume it had something to do with the nature of a demon. Perhaps it was the sense of power that came with lightning and thunder, or the omniscience of the winds. Maybe it was just because crows in general had a kinship with storms, and his animal was the crow. Whatever the reason, he found himself standing at a window and looking out into the storm; crimson eyes alight with a content glow as his gaze swept over the rain-swept Hellsing grounds. He was on his usual evening patrol; making sure everything was ready for the next day. There was another flash of lighting then, and his attention was suddenly caught by motion within the gates. It looked like a cloaked figure, one that was approaching the front doors.

Instantly, he left the window and made his way downstairs. All the lights were out, giving a very creepy look to the main lobby. The storm did nothing to improve that appearance. Of course, he was the nightmare here; the mansion itself was merely a setting. He had no fear of the place; or of this unexpected visitor. The demon shifted to stand just inside the doors, four knives already in hand. He wasn't waiting long. There had been no knock, the doors simply opened as the cloaked figure stepped in. How rude... This gave him every right to go on the offensive, and he had every intention of doing so. But the sense he was getting from this... Creature... It wasn't entirely human. On the contrary, the sense was that of one who had once been human; but was no something else entirely.

There was no sense of life in the being, but it was very much alive... Sebastian narrowed his eyes as the creature pulled down its hood, revealing the blindfold. Sightless then? Well, he had best not underestimate the intruder. Those who appeared weak in some way were never exactly what they seemed. Lightning flashed again, and the demon was suddenly behind the intruder. His right arm would lock around the man's upper chest and neck, not tight enough to cause damage, but firm enough for him to know harm would come about if necessary. The left hand shifted close to the intruder's neck; the knife blades mere centimeters away. His voice was low as he practically purred into the ear closest to his lips. "Come now... Walking into someone's mansion without invitation could land you in some serious trouble... Have you no manners?"

[Kuxir]

Kuxir sensed of another presence extremely close, but wasn't suprised. He figured there were others around, but then he wondered if this was really where his Organization dwelled? Perhaps it was another Organization... but Organizations were all the same weren't they? They all had a goal that needed attention and saw to it. All he knew was to serve.... so why not join with them? It was with these thoughts he now realized that he had intruded inside another's home... possibly another Organization.

He was about to exit via Corridor of Darkness when he felt an arm grasp around his neck. He did not move after that... for he knew he was on another's territory now. He couldn't see after all. What he did do was raise an arm and snapped loudly. The sound waves generated would give him a general idea of the appearance of surroundings, in this case the knives and the man behind him. "I was told that this was where the Organization was..... but perhaps it isn't, and if it isn't than my reasoning suggests that it does not exist here on this world....... exept for me"

[sebastian]

The demon's eyes were locked onto the arm that the man raised; but he did nothing more than snap. The butler had an idea as to why, considering that the intruder was blind; but he half expected the man to start struggling or attempt escape. That would, of course, likely cause him to cut himself on those knives. But the moments stretched on, and Sebastian felt his tension start to leave him. This guy wasn't resisting, which didn't make him into an immediate threat. Then the intruder spoke, and the butler's grip on his upper body and neck tightened slightly. "An Organization does indeed reside here... It runs by the name Hellsing. If that is who you waned to speak with, then I suggest you leave now and come back in the morning. Otherwise, I will have to expel you by force; you are trespassing, after all."

The knives inched closer, three of the four blades lightly touched the man's skin. It would be so easy to just... Dispose of the man now... He was certainly in a position now which would allow him to easily snap the neck; or else decapitate. He would dispose of the body, clean up the blood, inform his master when she woke up later. Integra wasn't likely to express any sorrow at the loss, considering he had just strolled into the mansion uninvited. It was only through immense self control that he held back his own sadistic demon nature. This man wasn't completely human; there was no guarantee that he was as helpless as he seemed right now. Sebastian wasn't one to underestimate foes.

"Blind or not, you come as an intruder tonight. Return in the morning, you come as a guest and the master might be willing to speak with you." With those words, he released his hold on the man and stepped around him; standing directly in front of him to bar passage further into the mansion. He did feel pretty bad for forcing the man back out into the rain; but there was no place for trespassers within the Manor. The knives were still held expertly between his fingers; he was ready to use them should they prove necessary. "We shall await your arrival in the morning. Now, if you would be so kind; please leave."

[Kuxir]

"I do not mind leaving, for I did not know I was trespassing.... If you would allow me to briefly explain, I will in the following statement: you would be quite close if you said I was born yesterday. I was not, but I have only been alive around three of your years. I do not know much which will bring me to my first question of you.... what is Morning?", he asked.

He was deathly serious, after all he was a pretty honest person, and rarely lied. It was true that he didn't know much at all. He did not need to protect or conciel his aura from others who could see it. What they would see was pure, concentrated darkness. The darkness did have the potential to spring forth life, but a sprinkle of light and energy was required. This was, he theorized, how he was born.

Kuxir created a portal of pure darkness in front of the door behind him. The plus side to this mode of transportation was its near instantaneous arrival almost anywhere if he knew where to go. He could come back whenever he liked like this, and a locked door could not keep him out. However, the concept of good an evil was new to him, and this encounter told him that it was... bad... to walk into people's homes. He would be sure to knock this time.

[sebastian]

Sebastian raised his eyebrows. Was this man being serious...? Three years old? He looked more like a human teenager... And if he was honestly so clueless... The butler had no idea what to think of the unexpected visitor now. Sending him out into the rain was bad enough; but sending a child? That went against the morals of a butler. However, he had his duties; and they included keeping the unknown away from his master and the others who served her. For all he knew, this creature... Whatever he was... Could simply be playing innocent. The butler sighed with a trace of exasperation as he calmed himself. Then the dark portal appeared, and he felt a slight tug from it upon himself. It was something similar to that which had dragged him out of his eternal contract with Ciel Phantomhive. And right now... He had no intentions of returning to his former master just yet.

"Morning is when the sun rises, Night is when the sun sets. Considering your lack of sight, you should be able to tell morning and night apart by the warmth of the light on your skin. If you are a creature of darkness, as I sense you are, then you likely avoid sunlight. If you listen for the sounds of birds in the surrounding forest, or listen for the noises of human beings as they begin their business within the City; you will know it is morning." He was half-expecting the fool to arrive via portal the next morning. Well, he'd certainly be on the alert... And this visitor would be something to report to Integra at 5.

[Kuxir]

"Thank you Sir, I will be back in the morning.", Said Kuxir as he did a manuever similar to a military about face, and walked through the portal. The portal would remain open for a few moments later before closing silently. He would step from a portal onto the rooftop of a nearby building, and sat upon its edge tirelessly, waiting. He waited for the warmth, he waited for the sounds described by the man. However, these would come later, 6 hours later he calculated.

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6 hours later
Finally the sounds of birds chirping and increased human activity rang through his ears. He stood with satisfaction and slight pain from sitting in the same position too long, but it soon passed as he opened another portal of darkness and walked through it, exiting on the doorstep of the house he visited the night before. With new knowledge, he knocked on the door with a steady rhythm, waiting to be allowed inside.

[sebastian]

Sebastian watched coldly as the dark being left his presence; leaving through that strange portal. He had to admit, this night had proven to be quite strange. A random visitor, a child apparently. One who wasn't entirely human, who didn't seem to have any sort of life in him; despite the fact that he could move and speak. The demon waited until the entire portal had faded, before he turned to continue his self-imposed evening patrol duties. He'd be on high alert tonight, no other unwelcome visitors would be allowed to leave unscathed.

The next morning, Sebastian was making his way up to Integra's bedroom as usual; bearing the morning's paper, a cigar and match, as a cup of tea with her preferences already added. He knocked lightly on the door, then walked in and set the tray down on the bedside table. "Good morning, my lord." He said, managing to offer a slight smile. The visitor to come still confused him, and he was starting to wonder if he should have just disposed of the man the night before. Over one arm, he had a freshly laundered set of her everyday work clothes; which he placed neatly on a chair. Finally, the butler carefully picked up the cup of tea and held it out to Integra. "Master, we had a visitor at approximately 11 pm. A strange child of sorts, though he wasn't entirely human. He didn't have any form of life force; but there was a distinct darkness about him. He was apparently blind, and simply walked into the manor. Of course, I sent him on his way immediately; but he will likely be returning shortly. Apparently, he wished to speak with some Organization; though he didn't mention Hellsing by name..."

The report was cut off rather suddenly, the crimson gaze narrowed. He had just distinctly heard the knock on the main entrance three floors below, though it would likely have passed unnoticed by Integra. "I believe he just arrived... I understand you have only just woken up... Shall I send him on his way and request he return later; or just have him wait for you in the lobby until you're ready? Or, if you prefer, I shall remove him from the premises and make it clear he isn't to return." To be honest, he wanted nothing to do with the strange creature; he just wanted to remove it by force and forget it ever came by. To put it more simply, he trusted this newcomer as much as he trusted Harker... Which of course, was below zero percent. But it was Integra's choice what happened.

[Linx]

Tyrion exhales slowly, letting his eyes slip shut as his arms moved in deliberate actions as he worked through a routine practice. His twin scimitars flashed in the rising sunlight as dawn broke, and the mansion began to awaken with the rest of the city. A fine layer of dew covered the grass of the Hellsing grounds as he spun through his routine, with a casual grace that showed years of practice. He spun and twisted, leaping around the small area he'd selected as his own practice corner tucked away on the mansion grounds, seeming more a choreographed dance than a combat routine. His senses twitch as he detects a gentle gathering of power announcing the presence of another visitor to the mansion. His curiosity was piqued however, when he'd failed to note Sebastian immediately at the door. This must've been the same visitor that he'd detected and woken from his sleep to investigate.

He slowly slips his blades away into their rather plain sheaths that rode on either side of his hips, shaking out his crimson hair before pulling the hood of his armour up to cover his head. From the shadowy depths, only crimson eyes could be seen peering out at the world around him, a symbolic isolation for the paranoid king in hiding. His armour appeared as a set of normal clothing of trousers and fine shirt beneath his cloak thanks to a glamour. Sir Integra had told him he could wear it discreetly, but he had no idea how to be discreet in a world with a vastly different sense of clothing than his own. With a soft exhale he turns and begins walking around the grounds, noting the rather slight figure standing at the doorway. How strange. Ah well, best to be polite. Otherwise Sir Integra would certainly devise some horrendous punishment upon him, like making Sebastian wake him up every few hours. He shudders at the thought as he approaches the young man. "Good morning sir, are you here to speak with Sir Integra?" he asks, his voice soft and polite, peering out from beneath his hood at the apparently blind child before him.

[Stranger]

Integra sat up slowly yawning and rubbing the sleep from her eyes. It had been a long night and she had barely just gotten to sleep when the sun glared its way through the blinds. Sebastian didn't make matters any better by entering the room and making sure she was awake, the hassle of a scheduled life, one may rest only when they are truly dead. One leg at a time, her body was stiff still with sleep as she stretched and listened to Sebastian ramble on about the nightly visitor.

She would stand gathering her clothing as he began to wind down his briefing and began to dress herself, the morning air was rather stale in the room a bit muggy for her liking, perhaps she was coming down with a virus? Today, Integra already knew she was going to be at her worst, she could feel the bitchyness boiling through her body as she buttoned her shirt.

Finally she replied to Sebastian, after making him wait a good minute in silence, "Send him to the study." Such a short reply for so much information, but she was in no mood to think about what was just told her just yet. She would stew it over after she gathered something to drink and eat.

[sebastian]

The moment Integra opened her eyes, he could feel something was off. She had gotten little sleep, and it would be made evident today. He felt a twinge of intimidation, not sure what to expect. The irritation was rolling off her in waves, and he felt an urge to to do something about it; as was his duty. But there really wasn't much to be done. He watched without expression as he waited for a reply, before he moved forward with ill-disguised grace to kneel before her. "Allow me, my lord..." He said softly, extending the gloved hands to undo the buttons she had just mistakenly placed into the wrong button holes. It would have been rather comical that she couldn't seem to properly put on the shirt, had her emotions not been so foul. So there was no trace of laughter on his face as he began to button the shirt with swift fingers; then proceeded to guide her feet into the corresponding pants leg. The fabric was pulled up in a single motion; and also buttoned within moments. This routine was oddly familiar to the butler; he'd dressed the Phantomhive boy every morning. But it was strange providing such simple service to his new master.

It wasn't long before he'd put her shoes on; then he took the overcoat and pulled it around her figure as he guided her arms through the sleeves. Finally, the demon butler rose back to his feet; quickly buttoning the jacket closed. He wasn't finished just yet though. The right gloved hand extended; the back rested against Integra's forehead for a moment as he tried to detect a temperature. The sense he got from her wasn't exactly as healthy as she had been the day before. He removed his hand after about 30 seconds and spoke. "Master, I have already prepared breakfast. It consists of poached salmon and mint salad; along with sides of scones and toast. Ceylon Tea tends to compliment such a meal best, so I brewed some along with your usual preference of tea. But you do seem to have a slight fever. Shall I add some medication into the Ceylon tea? You won't taste it, the tea has a strong flavor already." He waited a few moments, before inclining his head at her order. "I will bring him up shortly."

The man was... In a rather bad position... Already a trespasser, though he had been wise enough to leave unscathed while he had the chance. But Integra wasn't in the best of moods; and even a bit unwell. There would likely be some trouble whenever she finally met with the unwelcome guest... But first, breakfast. He would serve her the meal, make sure she had everything she needed; before transporting the visitor to the study. Normally, he would have made it a priority to answer the door. But he had heard Tyrion's voice a moment ago; so the visitor would be able to hold discussion with the elf until he was allowed in the manor. Sebastian was more concerned about Integra at the moment than anything else, really. Feeling that mood through their connection would make his day be more difficult as well. He was starting to wish that he'd told the man to return at noon; rather than morning. He hadn't expected the guy to show up this early; however... That was the main problem. It seemed that even he could make scheduling errors... And that really was the main irritant on his part. He hadn't acted to lessen the stress on Integra's part. "Forgive me, my lord. Perhaps I should have simply disposed of him last night as penalty for trespassing... It would have saved you from all this extraneous trouble..."

[Kuxir]

As he waited there a voice talking to him, so he turned in the direction of the voice and replied emotionlessly before turning back to face the door, "I am.." After that he was quiet, he needed not to say more for it would be irrelevent to the situation should the man introduce himself or ask another question. At least, he would have stayed silent if he didn't smell a great amount of darkness from the other. "I can smell your darkness.... and your darkness is strong. Are you from the Realm of Darkness as well? If not I apologize...", he inquired, turning his head curiously at him.

If the man wasn't a being of darkness it just meant that darkness was contagious. It made since of course.

[Stranger]

"I'm fine Sebastian. Just bring them up to my study and I will be there shortly," she said looking in the mirror and putting her glasses on. She stared at herself for a moment before she looked away when Sebastian started talking once again she simply stared at him with the profound look of amusement, trouble? No trouble, this was her job.

"I'll have a word with him about not knocking before entering. Organization or not, this is still a household, and walking the hallways at night is dangerous given that the agents of this house are mostly nocturnal. Then again... Police Girl can sleep through a war and not bat an eyelash," Integra made her way for the door. She would exit and look at Sebastian, "I may need you to go into town later and gather some supplies for the refuge's who have moved back into their homes. There's a few of them who still cannot maintain their household due to a lack of infrastructure. When you deliver the supplies please let them know that I am looking for a number of people to keep an ear to the ground for rumors around town, I pay handsomely for good information."

Integra turned away from him and continued down the hall where she would eventually run into the door to her study and enter it. The room was as imposing as usual, large bookshelves, and a single large table in the center of the room. She had given Sebastian orders to sweep this room thoroughly considering that Harker was known to leave bugs behind to keep up on private matters that went on in the Hellsing manor.

[sebastian]

((Tyrion, I hope you'll pardon my skipping over you; It's time for the guest to meet Integra.))

She said she was fine? Yet another display of strength on her part. He had clearly felt the slightly higher than normal temperature of her forehead, but medication for such a minor illness would likely interfere with her work. He was considering slipping some drug into her morning tea anyway, if only to help her feel better throughout the day. But she had just made it clear she needed none. Besides... Excess need for sleep would come over a human under a fever medication; and she was already weary as it was. For a brief moment, the demon wondered exactly why he was concerned about such a small problem. Had he developed a certain attachment to his master over the past few months? Demons normally felt no sense of concern for their prey's well-being. Humans were, after all, little more than cattle in a demon's eyes. However, it wasn't uncommon for one to develop true loyalty and respect for the master.

Apparently, that was the direction he was heading in. Integra was more than just another piece of meat to him. She was powerful, intelligent, an honorable woman, and overall among the best of his past lord and mistresses; if not the best. That sense of attachment to a contracted human made them all the more an enjoyable meal in the end. However, by this point; he had found that the future feast wasn't his only motivation for serving. He genuinely wanted to make her life luxurious and easy, to help her in every way he could. He enjoyed working under her. It was a fierce sense of loyalty that all other Faustian demons would have looked down on him for committing to. However much others served, displaying such 'obsessive' behavior was a weakness; and entirely uncalled for in a demon's case. That was yet another trait which made him different from other demons; which generally gave him more power than others. He could feel something other than a lust for the cattle which would become his next meal.

He emerged from his thoughts as Integra began to speak again, and a smirk spread across his features within moments. "I have already made it clear that entering an estate without knocking is a dangerous thing, master." Yes, if threatening to break a neck and placing knives to the throat wasn't enough to teach a child what was unsafe to do, he figured nothing would. The door was held open for her, and he was preparing to leave himself; but she had more orders for him. He inclined his head and bowed slightly. "I will do so later today, my lord; and your message will be passed along." Sebastian left the bedroom after her, then called out softly. "I shall bring you breakfast and more tea along with the guest." He then turned and made his way down the hall in the opposite direction; heading down the grande staircase and the lobby below. He took a moment to pick up the cart and its burden of food and drink, leaving it in the hallway he had just left; before springing neatly over the high banister and landing without a sound on the polished marble floor. He finally approached the door; and pulled it open to greet the guest.

"Please excuse the wait, Sir; my master will see you now." He gave a single respectful nod of greeting to Tyrion. "I'm afraid you two will have to speak later. Sir Integra is not very patient right now. It shouldn't take long though." He would wait until the strange blind child entered; then close majestic doors behind him. "This way, please; I assume you can follow me through sound waves. Exactly forty-seven 5 by 8 size steps ahead of you; there will be a staircase; so tread carefully." He made his way toward the said stairs and headed up; returning to cart and waiting for the guest to arrive. He would then set off down the hallway to Integra's study; pushing the cart before him. Once the door was reached; he knocked lightly and pushed it open. "My lord, I bring your breakfast and the guest." He would hold the door open once again for the blind-folded child; and finally move over to stand by Integra's desk. The polished surface was soon covered by a spotless white tablecloth, and he'd set both the loaded plate and a cup of Ceylon tea before Integra. Turning to the guest, he smiled out of habit; not really caring that the boy wouldn't be able to see the grin. "Would you be interested in tea; Sir?"

[Kuxir]

((sorry for the short post, been busy))

Kuxir did as he was told, following the instructions to his destination to meet Integra. He kinda felt bad for intruding in their house which was strange how he recognized that he was sorry when he felt emotions rarely if at all. The stares were easy enough, which were similars to steep inclines in the Realm of Darkness. Upon entering the room the man he lead him up here asked if he wanted any tea. Kuxir hadn't the first clue what that was, so he asked, "What is Tea?"

Upon his question he took his blindfold off, revealing his glazed, cyan eyes. Xemnas saw into his eyes when he was employed to Organization XIII, he felt this Integra had every right to do so. His guard Oxin once told him that one could learn much about the person by their eyes. To Kuxir, removing the blindfold was a symbol of respect, and he hoped she would recognize it.