I don't own Hellsing. uh-DUR!
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"FASTER THEN A SPEEDING BULLET!!! MORE POWERFUL THEN A LOCOMOTIVE!!!! ABLE TO LEAP TALL BUILDINGS IN A SIN-"
A very embarrassed and distraught Walter stopped in his tracks as he discovered two very amused vampires staring at him caustically, clad in matching loin cloths. Oh well, at least they couldn't make fun of him at least. But his little stint as the Man of Steel cost him a few ironic stares. Alucard, No Life King of the Jungle...oh this was priceless...
Alucard soon jolted Walter from his thoughts, casually mentioning, "A single bound? I do think that a little overstated, Walter."
Obviously shaken, Walter, however, managed to smirk. "Alucard of the Apes really has no room to talk, don't you agree, Ms. Victoria?" Seras returned the comment with a few well-placed giggles." Alucard's shoulders drooped slightly, but he attempted to hide his embarrassment, retorting, "Come, Police Girl. Let us leave Walter to his kryptonite."
Very well, Alucard. Retreat while you still have the chance, Walter thought silently. He had much more pressing demands, anyway. Walter was on trick-or-treat duty this year, for the very few brave little children who came up to the Hellsing gates, hoping for a glimpse of the "haunted" house, and a bit of candy. Surprisingly, he enjoyed this task. It was Halloween at the Hellsing House, and Super Walter had a job to do.
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Meanwhile, Integra was being miserable at Her Majesty's Ball.
"Why, Sit Integra. You look quite...nice."
"Thank you, Lady Brownington. Allow me to jab my shrimp cocktail in your eye."
Actually, Integra muttered that last part under her breath.
"What was that, Sit Integra?"
"Your costume is also pleasing to the eye."
"Oh, thank you." Lady Brownington turned away, a little confused, but still her perfectly mundane self.
Integra sighed, leaning up against the wall as she lit up a cigar. This stupid, frilly pink dress is so...inane, she thought to herself. And its making me sweat like a pig!
She continued on in this fashion, lost in her own thoughts. Not noticing the cigar ash cumulating before her feet, dangerously close to a cluster of paper pumpkins.
Slowly, the decorations began to flame...
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"FASTER THEN A SPEEDING BULLET!!! MORE POWERFUL THEN A LOCOMOTIVE!!!! ABLE TO LEAP TALL BUILDINGS IN A SIN-"
A very embarrassed and distraught Walter stopped in his tracks as he discovered two very amused vampires staring at him caustically, clad in matching loin cloths. Oh well, at least they couldn't make fun of him at least. But his little stint as the Man of Steel cost him a few ironic stares. Alucard, No Life King of the Jungle...oh this was priceless...
Alucard soon jolted Walter from his thoughts, casually mentioning, "A single bound? I do think that a little overstated, Walter."
Obviously shaken, Walter, however, managed to smirk. "Alucard of the Apes really has no room to talk, don't you agree, Ms. Victoria?" Seras returned the comment with a few well-placed giggles." Alucard's shoulders drooped slightly, but he attempted to hide his embarrassment, retorting, "Come, Police Girl. Let us leave Walter to his kryptonite."
Very well, Alucard. Retreat while you still have the chance, Walter thought silently. He had much more pressing demands, anyway. Walter was on trick-or-treat duty this year, for the very few brave little children who came up to the Hellsing gates, hoping for a glimpse of the "haunted" house, and a bit of candy. Surprisingly, he enjoyed this task. It was Halloween at the Hellsing House, and Super Walter had a job to do.
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Meanwhile, Integra was being miserable at Her Majesty's Ball.
"Why, Sit Integra. You look quite...nice."
"Thank you, Lady Brownington. Allow me to jab my shrimp cocktail in your eye."
Actually, Integra muttered that last part under her breath.
"What was that, Sit Integra?"
"Your costume is also pleasing to the eye."
"Oh, thank you." Lady Brownington turned away, a little confused, but still her perfectly mundane self.
Integra sighed, leaning up against the wall as she lit up a cigar. This stupid, frilly pink dress is so...inane, she thought to herself. And its making me sweat like a pig!
She continued on in this fashion, lost in her own thoughts. Not noticing the cigar ash cumulating before her feet, dangerously close to a cluster of paper pumpkins.
Slowly, the decorations began to flame...