Mental Suggestion (1):

Seras attempts to force her will onto another to get what she wants.


She was absolutely livid.

The cause? Her uniform. If that was what you honestly wanted to call it.

Personally she would have stopped wearing it years ago if she had a paycheck and could go out and buy things, it belonged on a scandalous whore and not someone as modest as herself. But she was just the organization's new pet vampire at the time and pets are not paid, they are provided for and must accept what is given to them. At least Pip was nice enough to buy her a silly pink coat when he was still alive... even if she hated pink.

Sadly, a pair of uni-sex military grade fatigues like all the other soldiers had wasn't a part of the personal dress code laid out for her. No, better get the little 'Police-Girl' a super short skirt that barely covers her underwear instead. Oh! And throw in some thigh-high stockings to boot, that should make up for her lack of decent trousers!

What a load of bollux!

Even if it all seemed like an elaborate joke on her expense, it wasn't like she was going to argue with the people who would be deciding on her continued existence from that point on. But this was one joke that lasted too long in her opinion, the constant harassment and lewd comments made about her by the rest of the troops was bloody pissing her off! She was their commanding officer and she wanted some respect when she entered the room damnit, not a slutty blonde joke and a chorus of laughter.

So currently that is what had her seething in the corner of her employer's office, awaiting the moment Sir Integra finished her paperwork so she could make a brave request.

A throat was cleared and glancing upward from her sulking, she saw Sir Integra shuffling the latest batch of financial reports.

"Officer Victoria... I apologize for the wait. What was it that you wished to discuss?"

This was it, the moment that would decide whether or not she would remain a laughing stock for the remainder of her servitude.

"Oh, um. Yes... Its about my uniform, Sir."

"What of it?"

"Well, Sir. You see, its just that... I... Um."

Sir Integra just stared at her for several moments with her brows scrunched in exasperation.

She squirmed in her seat a bit. This was bad, she hadn't even gotten to asking for what she wanted before her employer gave her the 'Eye of Impatience'.

"Eh-hehe... I..."

"Oh, for Heaven's sake, Seras! Out with it already!"

Deciding not to further agitate her boss, she mumbled the first possible answer she thought of, "I hate it."

With a puff taken from her cigar, Sir Integra leaned back into her chair.

"And?"

"And I'd like some trousers, Sir."

"I see."

Sir Integra didn't show any sign that she cared nor did it appear that she would consider her request. It was just that same old mask of neutrality.

She didn't like the potential prospect of her employer saying no, she couldn't take being humiliated any more, she just couldn't. Oohh... what would her old Master do in such a situation..? Probably play some mind game on Sir Integra until she caved in...

Wait.

That was it! The mind! She could try and use a Mental Suggestion, so that Sir Integra would be compelled to make her uniform more professional no matter what her employer originally was going to do. But how had her old Master used what Pip dubbed the 'Evil Love Beam'? She'd never done it before and would have to wing it, hopefully what she was about to do would work.

Getting up from her chair, she proceeded to walk up and nearly invade her employer's personal space. Once there she opened her 'Vampiric Third Eye' and began to project her thoughts, much like she did when she used to speak with her old Master telepathically. Only this time she wasn't having a conversation, instead it felt like she was cramming a bunch of mental images down a funnel.

Leaning in even closer to Sir Integra's face, she pointed out her index finger and began making swirly patterns, maybe it would help with the whole hypnotizing thing. Or something like that.

"Umm... You want to get rid of the mini-skirt and make normal military fatigues a part of my uniform. Because it would make Seras very happy and all the jerks who make fun of her will have nothing to laugh at."

She wagged her finger around several more times for added effect.

"Oh, and you had a perfectly wonderful day today, with no issues whatsoever."

There, now her employer got something out of it too and she could feel slightly justified for using her powers.

Sir Integra narrowed her eyes to slits. It was the only indication that anything had even transpired. Did it... did it work..? No, something wasn't right, her employer was supposed to repeat what was said, wasn't she?

Shortly after that thought, Sir Interga's hands slammed down upon her desk without warning.

"Senior Officer Seras Victoria! Please, tell me that what you just dared to attempt performing on me was not what I thought it was!"

Oh dear, that did not go as planned.

"Eh-hehe... Um... It wasn't..?

Sir Integra just seemed to deflate a bit at that and placed a hand upon her face.

"Seras, surely you would have known that cheap trick only works on the weak-minded and that I of all people, certainly do not fall under that category?"

"Honestly, Sir, my old Master never told me how it worked. I didn't know that was a requirement."

"Of course he didn't, the lazy git."

Sighing, Sir Integra clasped her hands under her chin."

"If you had that much of a problem with them, then why did you not complain sooner? I would have gladly given you some bloody trousers, that skirt is horribly eccentric and as you could clearly see with Alucard, I allowed him to wear whatever he damn well pleased. I had simply assumed you enjoyed traipsing about like that and didn't bother arguing the point."

Her employer had to be kidding, this was... this... AAUUGHHH! THIS WAS UNBELIEVABLE! All of those years, all of them, she could have had something decent covering her.

She slumped to the ground.

"But... Sir Integra, Walter had said that my uniform was 'custom-made' by Hellsing and that I was required to dress - Here she waved her hand up and down to to draw attention to her attire - Like. This. And that you had approved of it."

"Seras, as much as it pains me to say it, Walter was quite a lecherous man. It appears that he had lied to you at the time for whatever sick pleasure he could get out of it."

She blinked and slightly tilted her head. "Oh... I see. That explains a lot actually. Like how he made me go first in the air vents... wait... That pervert!"

"Indeed, now if that is all than you are dismissed. I'll make a request for some more appropriate clothing later."

"Oh, and Officer Victoria?"

"Yes, Sir?"

"Since I consider you a close friend and because this is your first offense, I'm letting you off with just a warning. But if you ever try another one of your little 'Vampire Mind Tricks' with me again than I will really make Walter's handy work a permanent part of your ensemble. Am I perfectly clear?"

"Crystal, Sir..."

"Good, now get out before I change my mind about not punishing you and make you wear that for another month."

She practically ripped the door off it's hinges as she bolted out of the room.