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Post by Adelina on Dec 8, 2012 23:16:03 GMT -6
Meanwhile at Dracula's house Adelina would awake to a nasty surprise. Boils. They were all over her skin. Running up and down her arms and covering her face. They popped at the slightest touch and she watched her own blood drip down her arms. She screamed, hating the way the boils made her look. Breathing in the air to scream did damage to her lungs and the pain in her stomach came flooding in.
"What is this!?"
Dracula had promised her a new life freed from human weaknesses. What was this then? A disease and so soon after her own siring? Shouldn't she had now been above such thing. Adelina stood up from the Count's bed and started throwing objects across the room in her anger.
"I said what is this? Answer me, Count! Answer me this instant!"
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Post by Dracula on Dec 9, 2012 2:31:14 GMT -6
"Quit your whining..."
Dracula reentered the room after leaving earlier to find out the cause of this sudden occurrence. Boils present on his body as well as he walked over to the wooden chair on the left side of the bed and sat down to rest. Removing his hat and glasses and laying them on the table by his side before looking back at Adelina. His new child of the night who had much to learn about being a vampire.
"We are being hit by an epidemic of supernatural origin. It is capable of infecting even vampires, thus the boils on your body. Pain in the lungs is only a problem when you intend to speak. The stomach is a different story."
Dracula took an agonizing breath and leaned back in his chair. He needed to feed but drinking the blood of humans were out of the question now. He would need to check his fresh blood supply downstairs to make sure it hasn't been tainted. There was no telling how long this plague would last.
"Save your energy. It will be gone before you know it. After I have rested here I will double check our blood supply. Drinking from the vein now may very well prove hazardous..."
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Post by Integra Hellsing on Dec 9, 2012 15:37:07 GMT -6
Integra looked over to the angel that spoke. Nothing more than a blank expression on her face as she listened, taking another puff of smoke into her lungs and then pulling the cigar away from her lips and holding it out in her right hand.
"Very well. From this moment on you are in charge of my care."
Without even finishing the previous cigar she drew another one. This time putting it in her mouth without a light. She would address the rest of what has been spoken once her next command was carried out.
"Light," Integra spoke to the angel. Holding up the lighter for her to take and light the cigar with.
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Saephara
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Wandering Fallen Angel
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Post by Saephara on Dec 10, 2012 9:59:00 GMT -6
As Integra began to speak, the first two words brought relief throughout her being. It would mean a cure would be discovered soon. Her angelic soul was eased at this very fact. The powerful woman continued to speak, also agreeing to Saephara's taking care of her. Sae did not mind this at all. She had brought up the initial idea, after all, and it would be beyond rude to state anything otherwise. She bowed again slightly, her long coat sweeping the dirty ground of the alley. "Thank you, my lady, for taking my offer and suggestion into consideration and thank you for your approval. I am humbled."
As Sae came back up, she saw her new boss pulling a new cigar from inside of her pocket placing it to her stern lips. Her eyes looked disinterested as she simply spoke a request for her to light the cigar betwixt her lips. As Saephara walked towards Integra, the woman held out a lighter for her to take. She was standing next to the butler as she struck the wheel of the instrument, sparking the flame to light the end of the cigar cherry red. Saephara smiled gently and stepped back, gingerly holding the lighter, waiting to see if Integra wished for the lighter back. "Would that be all, my lady?"she asked gently, her hands clasped in front of her. Bravely, she turned her sapphire eyes to Integra's blank stare briefly. Oh yes...this would be interesting indeed to work for someone with such raw power.
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Post by Integra Hellsing on Dec 10, 2012 15:22:36 GMT -6
"Raise your head, Slave."
The flame proceeded to burn down the newly lit cigar as more smoke was inhaled into her lungs. Integra made sure Slave saw the angel take his place by her side already knowing his personal feelings towards such creatures. Integra did not care for holy beings either but in today's world having them in Hellsing had become somewhat of a necessity. The cigar now in the corner of her mouth Integra took back her lighter and resumed speaking.
"I trust the Queen has already tasked Stark with developing a cure and Harker will already have the air and water problem sorted. As well as beginning to rebuild the manor to ensure something like this can never happen again. The slave will do nothing but watch his mistake unfold and run its course."
Integra turned to Maricul.
"You will go to the castle and assist Stark in any way you can."
Integra then turned back to the others.
"You both will escort me back to the manor to discuss rebuilding with Mr. Harker."
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Post by Ayen on Dec 10, 2012 16:08:27 GMT -6
"You will go to the castle and assist Stark in any way you can."
“Yes, Master.”
Maricul stood up and lunged back up to the roof of the nearby building. Leaping from rooftop to rooftop before landing at the castle gate.
“I am here by order of Sir Integra.”
That was all that needed to be said for the gates to be opened and Maricul to enter and begin tracking down Tony Stark from inside the castle. |
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Post by sebastian on Dec 10, 2012 16:52:12 GMT -6
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The Persian-red singing [voice] slowly
dyes your chest the same [color]
[as if
[/color]] it's an eternally yearningswiftly dispersing...[Melody[/color]][/size]  ________________________________
[/center] The Crow obliged, slowly rising to his feet and stepping back, placing some distance between himself and Integra; assuming that was what she wanted him to do. His expression was unreadable as he watched the angel replace him; allowing no emotion show through on his face, and making sure his surge of hate would not travel along his connection with Integra. As far as anyone would see, he was simply... Indifferent... To the change. But if truth be told, he was fighting a desire to tear the angel to shreds on the spot. He wanted to rip her limb from limb, just as he had done with that fallen angel who had dared target his former young master. Integra wanted him to feel this fury though, she wanted him to see all too clearly that he was being openly replaced. He wouldn't allow her the satisfaction of knowing this had really pissed him off. Let the angel serve, let her attempt to take his place. Integra would soon find that the angel was nothing, absolutely nothing, compared to what he was; and what he could do. At Integra's next words, it took a great deal of effort for him to conceal his savage amusement. The Plague wouldn't be rid of so easy. Even if the water and air were truly cleansed... Even if Stark developed some form of treatment... The Plague would never be entirely wiped out, not until he gave the cure. There was one "secret ingredient" within the liquid which was the sole component of the cure; an ingredient which only he, as the demon who caused it, could provide... This was a Plague of supernatural origins after all, of his own essence as the start. People would continue to fall ill and die, though at a much lower rate than these past few days. There would be times when people thought the disease had died out entirely; when honestly... It was merely in a state of being dormant, and would "reawaken" in the proper conditions. With those words, it was evident Integra thought he would suffer more from being made to simply observe and doing nothing; when she was actually causing the torment to continue. There was nothing he would enjoy more than watching the humans struggle against something far beyond their comprehension. He would retain that stoic, indifferent attitude and expression; and continue to conceal his true feelings from his master. "Run its course..." As if... He felt a malicious surge of appreciation for Integra's ignorance, he would enjoy every moment of the unnecessarily prolonged epidemic. And seeing as she obviously had no intention of letting him rebuild the manor, that gave him even more free time to enjoy himself. One less enormous task to do. Integra had already humiliated him beyond what he had thought possible, and it seemed as if the worst of her punishment was over; however much she tried to make him suffer more. He was curious as to what further actions she would take. And as he wasn't going to have her soul in the end at this rate, he would enjoy watching her own struggles as they progressed; it would be his own indirect form of revenge. His naturally savage nature was behind the sadistic thoughts. Because he had seemed to have lost this tantalizing soul forever, he was feeling even more like a monster than usual; and he embraced it. His thoughts trailed back to Legion, and what he now viewed as a gift from her. This was his Nightmare, and he would get through. But Hallowton's Nightmare had only begun... And Integra would make it last longer with her utter stubbornness. He was the core cause of it all... That in itself gave the demon a sense that was quite... Euphoric almost. He would follow without a word once they began to make their way to the manor, maintaining a respectful distance behind Integra and the angel, and maintaining that air of indifference along with the mask of a face.  [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]________________________________ In the [stillness] of the shining skyis your [ home] of return Beyond the [darkness[/color]][/size]
Thoughts ► "What a foolish human..."
Feelings ► Amused at Integra's continued attempts to make him suffer.
[/size][/justify] Where the [moon sinks[/color]][/size] is a narrow [path[/color]] that leads you[/size] Muse ► Great! Tags ► Integra, Saephara Notes ► Sebastian, you bastard... -facepalms- Letting your demonic habits take over now, are we? Or is that lovely Nightmare kicking in again? Music ► Si Deus Me Relinquit Credits ► Aurion!
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Post by Adelina on Dec 11, 2012 12:58:29 GMT -6
"Epidemic?"
Adelina's eyes widened in her rage as she repeated herself in a scream.
"EPIDEMIC!?"
With her new found superhuman strength, Adelina ripped the bed out from the floor and flipped it over, crashing into the wall as she looked back at Dracula weak in his chair.
"I agreed to be young forever. To have power greater than any human could ever possess and you're telling me that we can't even beat an epidemic!?"
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Post by Dracula on Dec 11, 2012 16:56:11 GMT -6
"SILENCE!"
Dracula's voice shook the room as he came up to a stand. Even in his weakened state he was still a force to be reckoned with. The father of all vampires. And he would not tolerate insubordination from anyone among his curse. Especially not a fledgling who hasn't even had her first bite yet.
"If you wish to be truly freed from this predicament then I will gladly liberate the head from your shoulders. Otherwise I expect you to sit down and be quiet! Am I understood?"
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Post by Adelina on Dec 11, 2012 17:19:10 GMT -6
Adelina cowered when Dracula's voice roared throughout the room and found herself kneeling before him with her head down. Her fear of death mixed with the fear of what he would do to her if she tried his patience too much kept her in line and even caused her to not notice the pain of the boils cracking and bleeding on her skin as she acknowledged him.
"Yes master. I-I am sorry."
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Post by Dracula on Dec 11, 2012 17:46:58 GMT -6
Dracula pulled back his anger at her subordination. Lowering his cane to the floor and using it as a walking stick now making his way for the exit of the bedroom.
"Seeing that I am already up on my feet I'll check our blood supply now. I expect to see that bed returned to its proper position in the room and you to be in it upon my return."
Dracula left the room and went down to the basement of his house where the blood was. Checking through the packs he could determine that so far they were untouched by the plague and he would ensure they remained that way. Now that they couldn't drink from the vein like was preferred they would have to ration these for the time being. Putting up the blood pack Dracula returned to the bedroom to find...
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Post by Adelina on Dec 11, 2012 23:24:00 GMT -6
"Yes master."
Yes master? Return the bed to its proper position? What was this? Adelina wanted a powerful ally yes, but she was starting to act... like his bitch. Adelina shook that thought away and assured herself they were equals as she put the bed back right and got into it. Seated up on the bed with the covers over her by the time Dracula had returned.
"Welcome back master. What's the verdict on our blood supply?"
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Post by Dracula on Dec 12, 2012 1:10:45 GMT -6
"Clean but limited. You're not to drink from any of it unless you absolutely have to. I'll be going to find out all I can about this plague. You remain here until I summon you."
The Count turned around and exit the room again. This time leaving his home and walking down the street from his place to begin his investigation. It was going to be difficult to uncover information without being able to look at memories in the blood but the Count would have to manage as he searched Hallowton to find the cause of this epidemic.
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Post by Marvel Universe on Dec 12, 2012 17:05:34 GMT -6
Tony was back in his work room on the third floor corridor. Placing the sample he got from his own busted boil under a microscope and observing it. Watching the bacteria at work. He'd have to remind himself to send Harker a fruit basket. Had it not been for his doings he wouldn't have a powerful enough microscope to even observe this bacteria and many more would have died long before Stark had the chance to exam it. Hearing a knock at his door Stark answered without ever coming up from the microscope. Time wasn't exactly on his side right now.
"Who is it?"
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Post by Sparda on Dec 12, 2012 17:11:33 GMT -6
"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?"
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