RP -- HELLSING -- INACTIVE -- Order 14: [HL][OA]

[Sir_Catherine]

Order 14: The Show Must Go On [HL][OA]


This Rp is 'rated' PG-13 for adult themes. We still follow ToS, but there's a married couple here trying to start a family, and a family line to continue through generations. I mean come on, really. It's expected. You have been warned. 3nodding

Links and OOC here:Order 14: The Show Must Go On ((ooc links and talk))

Rules and further links under the above link. If you want to rp here, click and read and ask questions!  

[Angel_Of_Hellfire]

All posts for the Hellsing Organization will be in 'black'.
All posts for the Iscariot Organization will be in 'blue'
All posts for Millennium (when we get to them) will be in 'olive'
All posts for folk on the Talamascan Isle will be in 'dark red'
Other, outside personnel will be in 'green'

If two or more of these factions interact in posts, a color will be agreed upon and posted in.

Thank you! heart  

[Angel_Of_Hellfire]

((Alright! Starting up the Rp here with some Hellsing backposts from the old thread. Integra and Edumund are watching 'The Lion King' as they wait for a report from Alucard. Go. twisted ))

With said previews being a good five minutes in length and the blankets merely in a cupboard of the same room, Integra is back before they're half way through. She'd thought to pick up the remote as well, hidden rather back on the top of the TV. They begin to watch the film. She enjoys the music, it being some of Disney's better tracks, and is thourougly content to think about Africa for an hour or two rather than England.

I never thought Hyenas essential
They’re crude and unspeakably plain
But maybe they’ve a teeny bit of potential
If allied to my vision and brain

I know that your powers of retention
Are as wet as a warthogs’ backside

'as it oft is outside'? That's not what was said. Stop thinking about England and pay attention.

But thick as you are, Pay Attention!

Why do I think this song is going to be very interesting?

My words are a matter of pride
It’s clear from your vacant expressions
The lights are not all on upstairs
But we’re talking Kings and successions

Hellsing. Edmund hinted...

Even you can’t be caught unawares

Be Prepared for the chance of a lifetime
Be Prepared for sensational news
A shining new era is tiptoeing nearer
And where do we feature?
Just listen to teacher…

I know it sounds sordid

Where is this going? This 'brother' sounds far too much like my Uncle Richard.

But you’ll be rewarded
When at last I am given my dues
And with justice deliciously squared-
Be Prepared!

Be Prepared, heh heh, yeah, we’ll be prepared!
For what?

For the death of the King!

Father!

Why, is he sick?

No, fool, we’re going to kill him – And Simba, too.

Uncle! Her stomach twists with memories, her expression one both disgusted and disturbed by how close these intentions paralell.

Great idea! Who needs a King?!?

No King, no King! La-la-la-la-la-lah!

IDIOTS! There will be a king!!

Hey, but you said…

I will be King! Stick with me, and you’ll never go hungry again!

YAY! Alright! Long live the King! Long live the King!
Long live the King! Long live the King!
Hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee!

It’s great that we’ll soon be connected
With a King who’ll be all-time adored!

Of course, quid pro quo, you’re expected
To take certain duties on board

I wonder how far in advance Richard's cronies knew they'd be expected to murder?

The future is littered with prizes
And though I’m the main addressee
The point that I must emphasize is:
You won’t get a sniff without me!

So prepare for the coup of a century

Coup indeed. Your actions, Richard, were the lowest our family has ever seen!

Be Prepared for the murkiest scam
Meticulous planning;
Tenacity spanning
Decades of denial

Of the obvious and honest. Why didn't Father see it in you?

Is simply why I’ll
Be King undisputed, respected, saluted
And seen for the wonder I am!
Yes, my teeth and ambitions are bared

b*****d. Those weren't your ambitions to hold. Her expression is almost bitter in its accusation. Losing her Father had been hard enough, Richard had managed to tear apart any semblance of family she might have carried with her into adulthood.

Be Prepared!

Yes our teeth and ambitions are bared!
Be Prepared!!!
*evil laughter*

Her body is stiff, reflecting the tension of her thoughts and past.

As the song starts, Edmund thinks:
Here we are... the main paralell.
The song progresses and Integra's body language gets stiffer beside him
I think she's drawing the paralells... Integra...
His look for her is one of sadness and support. He holds her close.
Find support in me... please...

Unfortunantly for Edmund, Integra is not one to believe she needs support, much less to seek it out. She watches wordlessly as Mufasa dies, her thoughts touching again only briefly on her own Father before shrugging the past from her mind. It was over, done, long behind her. As Simba runs through the dessert, the movie is simply that, a movie, once more.

I wonder what she's thinking?
Edmund shrugs slightly and watches the movie, as Timon and Pumbaa find runaway Simba and as Simba grows... then Nala shows up, looking for help. There's a part coming up soon I think she'll enjoy...

It was a cute movie, she'd give it that. If she'd still been a child at 14, she probably would have enjoyed it just as much as Beauty and the Beast. With the change of pace and topic in the movie, she relaxes once more against Edmund. An amused quirk is on her lips as the romantic theme plays. I suppose this is the part where we're supposed to feel the first stirrings of 'true love'.
She keeps the cynisism to herself, however, and is finaly caught up in the movie as Simba encounters Rafiki's hard stick and words. The baboon sounded so much like a combination of her Father and Walter. She lays a hand over Edmund's arm that she leans against.

Edmund smiles at Rafiki's words and actions
I love his personality... He's so goofy, yet makes so much sense. The mystic 'seeing Father again' bit is coming up really quick... I think she'll like this... I'm pretty certain she misses her Father more than she lets on...
He squeezes her hand gently.  

[Sir_Catherine]

It was getting late enough that even Sir Integra's sharp senses were begining to dull, especialy in light of the current relaxed mood. Thus the mystic 'cloud Mufasa' catches her unexpectedly off guard. The pain and longing in Simba's face strikes a chord to close to her own heart for comfort and she blinks back moisture in her eyes. She understood the combination of anger and loss, of feeling as if you desperetly need someone to turn to and yet having no one, of knowing that someone unconditionaly loved you and knowing that they were never going to return to you. She doesn't hear Rafiki's words as they break into Simba's poignant moment; her face is turned into Edmund's shoulder. Not crying, not breaking down, just taking comfort in his firm, steady presence as sharp memories of her father, little blurred by time, flood through her mind.  

[Angel_Of_Hellfire]

Integra...
Edmunds face registers silent support and caring as he holds her.  

[Sir_Catherine]

Her quiet draw of support turns to unspoken thoughts of sleep and how good it sounds. I'll just listen to the movie...look at the screen every once in a while if something significant seems to be happening. If Walter contacts me, I'll hear the radio.

With this sleepy logic, sound enough but ignoring the slippery slope of shut eyes to 'shut-eye', she begins to tune out the movie.  

[Angel_Of_Hellfire]

It takes the sleepy Edmund a bit to notice that Integra is falling asleep on his shoulder, and no longer watching the movie.
Aw. This... is cute.
He holds her gently as the movie finishes, finds the remote, shuts off the TV/VCR, and slowly slips into light slumber himself. Smiling slightly.  

[Sir_Catherine]

((Story Discrepency Explanation))

Currently Sir Integra is waiting for Alucard to return from his meeting with Seraph and report. Angel_of_Hellfire and I are waiting for DarthAlucard, player of Seraph, to return online and continue the meeting.

We can't afford to wait any longer, so we'll be moving foreward.

Seraph is an ancient vampire. His plans will take years, if not decades, to come to fruition. Thus the report will engender no immediate action and we can simply let it go to the back burner, so to speak, of this rp and move on with Integra and Edmund. We'll pick up with the results of the meeting between Seraph, Alucard and others when DarthAlucard returns to our rp.  

[Angel_Of_Hellfire]

As Integra and Edmund have fallen asleep in the library after the movie, she is not in the office when Walter brings in her morning tea.
Hm? Where could she be? Wait. Perhaps she took my slight hint and got out of the office for some time. Perhaps she fell asleep in the library?
He sets the tea-tray down on Sir Integra's desk and walks down to the library. He knocks gently on the door before walking slowly in.
"Sir Integra?"  

[Sir_Catherine]

A few hours sleep and her reflexes are fully charged. Sir Integra is sitting up and has the radio in her hand by the time she has actualy turned to the source of Walter's voice. At the same time she realizes that it is light in the room, and not just from electric lighting.

"Their meeting must have ended by now. I told Alucard to report before he went to his coffin."

"Edmund," she shakes his shoulder gently, "Wake up. Go sleep in bed; it's only early morning yet."

Thoughts of the office, paperwork and tea are unspoken in her mind.  

[Angel_Of_Hellfire]

Walter nods
"I am certain Alucard will be in to report as soon as you are in your office, Sir Integra."

Edmund wakes slowly
"Huhn?"
He blinks rapidly, trying to clear the 'sleep' from his eyes.
"Mus've fallen asleep aft' the mo*yawn*vie..."
He looks about sleepily
"Wha' time is it?"  

[Sir_Catherine]

"About six thirty I would guess. Yes, we must have."

"I'll be in the office shortly Walter." She stands and begins to fold the blanket they'd been sharing.  

[Angel_Of_Hellfire]

Edmund sighs
"It's pretty much worthless to go back to sleep, then, as I tend to get up around 8:00... what's the point in a small nap?"
He looks about as Integra folds the blanket
"What to do today?"
He says, mostly to himself  

[Sir_Catherine]

"Suit yourself Edmund."
She takes his words as such and with a tug to straighten her pajama top, she pauses only to wait on Edmund before walking with him to their bedroom. First on her adjenda is to change into suitable office clothes.  

[Angel_Of_Hellfire]

Edmund is along in short order, and once they are in their rooms, begins to change into black slacks, a white collared dress shirt, black shoes, and a tweed sportvest.
He waits at the door to the hall to walk Integra to her office.