bakerstreet | BRING YOUR PALICO. SORT OF?

[Lots ~~and lots and lots~~ of hunts in canon. Let's do this.]

[it’s kinda what he does with his murder hobo life and his weird creepy blood powers. you can also hunt him if you’re super against people with horns. It happens.]

Edited 2018-12-27 01:35 (UTC)

[He's here to kill your goblins.

I guess he'll kill other stuff too. But he won't have fun with it.]

[ let's! get down! to busiNESS! ]

[ wanna fight monsters with a monster?

wanna hunt this monster? be my guest. ]

[Friday arrives, right on schedule.

It's frankly a little stupid that she's being expected to put in a showing at this particular soirée; Hellsing works in the shadows for a reason, and there's neither sense nor any real point in subjecting a covert organization of monster slayers to the banalities of politics. But Lisa isn't stupid, and she can see the hand of the Duke of York working behind the curtains of this — why in particular he thinks that taking charge of Hellsing is a favorable career move is anyone's guess, but he's set his eyes on her organization as a prize, and this is quite possibly one more move in the long game toward trying to win it.

Which is, admittedly, part of the reason why she'd decided to take the somewhat unorthodox route of having Alucard appear at her side, instead of merely following along as her covert bodyguard. It's a risk, certainly, because naturally his visible presence will put them both under maximum scrutiny, but she knows full well that he won't allow her to be disgraced or embarrassed by poor conduct on the part of her servants.

Besides, she wants to see the old men squirm. Let them realize that they've got a nightmare in their midst, and see if they question her fitness to head her organization then.

She's not much a fan of wearing black, but she's also not about to give the old men the satisfaction of seeing her turn out in an evening gown, so a smart suit and necktie it is. A silver cross pin, an heirloom from her great-grandmother, sits pinned at her throat; her hair, usually left long, is pinned neatly back. Loath as she is to be carrying it, she knows better than to leave the mansion without a gun, so tonight she's carrying two — one in her purse, the other tucked away in her boot. There are cufflinks at her wrists and the faintest hint of color on her lips — her lone concession to femininity.

She's prepared. Now it's just a matter of awaiting Alucard, whenever he chooses to put in an appearance.]

[ alucard doesn't usually do parties: his presence is almost universally loathed by the council that oversees hellsing, and seras is a better public face that's still able to protect their master. however, with the state of things as they are he'd practically insisted, wanting to make his presence known yet again.

he knows they'll be watched, and he knows he'll have to be on his best behavior. which is saying something, as it's not much better than his usual. mostly he wants to remind all of them who the hellsing organization employs, who works under lisa to cleanse the country of the restless undead. the snap of his teeth generally means death, and they're impossibly sharp when he smiles at the men that surround her at these things.

this is better than crashing a council meeting, all things said. he intends to be a dutiful hound on this night, to show just how tight his leash is kept and just how disastrous it would be if it were loosened even a little by someone upsetting the balance of things.

like the duke of york, for example. alucard still wants to eat him but since he hasn't been given permission he'll refrain: he knows he won't get permission but he still wishes for it in the back of his mind.

when alucard appears he looks as he often does: a smart black suit with a red cravat and a pair of round yellow sunglasses. he seems to have foregone his coat and hat however, letting his hair hang loose and wild instead. as much as he usually wears the coat that mimics abraham, tonight he's slightly more subdued.

slightly.

when he sees lisa for the first time before they have to leave for the party, he stills. they're not guaranteed to be alone here so he can't comment how he wants to, but he still smiles and steps close to her with a low bow. when he straightens his gloved fingers barely brush the cross at his master's throat before his hand drops back to his side.

his guns are stowed as they usually are, ready for use should he need them. he doesn't expect to need them tonight, but he's been proven wrong before. he stands before her as an apparition, barely still of this world, and cants his head aside. ]

Are you ready, my master? I'm prepared to escort you.

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