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{ Action ; 852 Goldberg }
[ There is something so odd about this morning, as Integra makes her way toward consciousness with the same briskness she generally approaches most things in life.
Of course, waking up tends to be somewhat complicated when one finds herself sharing a bed with a man. Two men, in fact, the knightly filling to a sandwich played by Heaven and Hell itself.
They're about to learn that Integra really has some pipes on her.
---
Later, after whatever has happened has in fact happened, she finds herself standing at the edge of the front lawn, the low shrubbery and a white picket fence separating her from the pavement and Mayfield beyond. Behind her, Baskerville lowers his head to scratch at an itch with his hind foot, uncaring, just like a dog to remain oblivious, living (or unliving, really) in the moment.
This is no dream. What purpose have I returned for? ]
{ Phone }
[ Integra's made an effort at phoning those she knew from before. Her message is quick and succinct: ]
This is Sir Hellsing. I've made it back.
{ Action ; John Doe Park - Afternoon }
[ Nothing quite like a quick walk around the place to see what's up. While the trailing hound busies himself by snapping at bees, Integra has her hands in the pockets of her slacks, pausing to people-watch in the shade beneath an oak tree. Recon a bit, begin the processes of stockpiling and reaching out to potential allies. By luck it seems the Major is gone for now, just another mindless drone carrying out his business. She doesn't believe in luck. With him, or without him, to stay in Mayfield is to always prepare for war. ]
[ There is something so odd about this morning, as Integra makes her way toward consciousness with the same briskness she generally approaches most things in life.
Of course, waking up tends to be somewhat complicated when one finds herself sharing a bed with a man. Two men, in fact, the knightly filling to a sandwich played by Heaven and Hell itself.
They're about to learn that Integra really has some pipes on her.
---
Later, after whatever has happened has in fact happened, she finds herself standing at the edge of the front lawn, the low shrubbery and a white picket fence separating her from the pavement and Mayfield beyond. Behind her, Baskerville lowers his head to scratch at an itch with his hind foot, uncaring, just like a dog to remain oblivious, living (or unliving, really) in the moment.
This is no dream. What purpose have I returned for? ]
{ Phone }
[ Integra's made an effort at phoning those she knew from before. Her message is quick and succinct: ]
This is Sir Hellsing. I've made it back.
{ Action ; John Doe Park - Afternoon }
[ Nothing quite like a quick walk around the place to see what's up. While the trailing hound busies himself by snapping at bees, Integra has her hands in the pockets of her slacks, pausing to people-watch in the shade beneath an oak tree. Recon a bit, begin the processes of stockpiling and reaching out to potential allies. By luck it seems the Major is gone for now, just another mindless drone carrying out his business. She doesn't believe in luck. With him, or without him, to stay in Mayfield is to always prepare for war. ]
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