The Interview
Chap. IVa
The First Mission: Part One
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Hellsing, or anything related to Hellsing
September 24th turned out to be a warm sunny day; a perfect day for a first mission. Kevin groaned as he sluggishly boarded the transport vehicle. Half-asleep, he plopped down in his seat. Pip made a sharp comment about his being lazy because he was only semi-awake first day on the job. "Oh knock it off; he's only been here two days, Pip." Kevin brought his head up to the smiling face of Seras Victoria. "If there's anyone with a right to insult him it's me, as he is my subordinate. And personally, I can't find any fault so far for only two day's experience."
The young man rubbed his eyes to get the last bits of sleeping sand out of his eyes, mindful of the pair of curved blades he was holding. "So I guess I really am a part of this community now, aren't I?" he asked sleepily. "Well, there's a running joke with the others that I you can survive your first three encounters with Sir Integra, that you're going to be very successful here. What's so funny?" Kevin was lightly chuckling to himself. "Sorry, it's just that I imagined myself at an art college or some kind of liberal arts center, not a paramilitary organization hunting the Children of the Night and squaring off against the Vatican." Seras gave him a sheepish smile. "Well, I would guess that things around this organization would be very different from that of an art school," she said sighing, "and I know that this isn't really what you expected." Kevin shrugged, his messy black bangs covering his eyes. "Well, it's not really anything that I'm not used to. I can live with it." "But will you like it?" Kevin looked up at Seras to find a concerned expression set on her face. "You do know that, despite a few individuals," she said, throwing a glare at Pip, "we feel that you are a part of a community." "Yeah, whatever that means," Kevin scoffed. "Look, I know you're new here, but that doesn't mean you can just snap at anyone you know," said Seras, a sliver of irritation in her voice. "So I'm cynical. What else is new? In the past two years, I haven't been able to hold a decent job, been kicked out of six dorms, and have been an all-around nomad. I think I have a right to be a little jaded," he retorted. "Well, you have a stable home, don't you?" He gave her an uncertain look. "Well, yeah," "And you have a well paying job." "But. . ." "No 'buts' mister," said Seras, poking Kevin in the chest. "And there are people who appreciate your efforts." "No offense or anything Sera, but are you trying to pull my leg?" Seras found that she couldn't answer immediately. "No" "No what?" Another half-hour had passed and Kevin had taken a catnap. "No, I wasn't trying to pull your leg." Kevin gave Seras a look that clearly said 'I don't believe you'. "As hard as this may be to believe, there are many people that appreciate your changing your entire lifestyle to do this. For one thing, Sir Integra does, 'though she probably doesn't show it. Pip appreciates it, and his ribbing you is a sign of that I think. Walter certainly appreciates your being here, as you seem to make him feel like a grandfather. Most of all, I appreciate what you're doing." "What do you mean?" asked Kevin, confused. "There is this Italian paladin who is what is known as a 'sword dancer', and he almost killed me the last time we met," she said with a nostalgic sigh. "Since firearms don't seem to stop him, you with your swords are my bodyguard." Kevin still didn't look convinced. "What I'm trying to say that I feel that you're a part of us. You may not know it, but you've livened up the Manor a great deal with your rather erratic behavior. You're doing a great service to this organization and to me especially. And since you're a part of our community, all of us are responsible for your well-being, well as much as you can have while hunting vampires and such." Then Kevin unexpectedly smirked. "So, that means I'm going to have to change my name to Hellsing now?" The tension in the truck vanished as almost everyone who overheard the conversation burst out laughing.
Author's Note: Sorry it's taking so long, but home matters came up. This is only the first part of the first mission, so the second part should be where Kevin meets out favorite hack-happy paladin.
Chap. IVa
The First Mission: Part One
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Hellsing, or anything related to Hellsing
September 24th turned out to be a warm sunny day; a perfect day for a first mission. Kevin groaned as he sluggishly boarded the transport vehicle. Half-asleep, he plopped down in his seat. Pip made a sharp comment about his being lazy because he was only semi-awake first day on the job. "Oh knock it off; he's only been here two days, Pip." Kevin brought his head up to the smiling face of Seras Victoria. "If there's anyone with a right to insult him it's me, as he is my subordinate. And personally, I can't find any fault so far for only two day's experience."
The young man rubbed his eyes to get the last bits of sleeping sand out of his eyes, mindful of the pair of curved blades he was holding. "So I guess I really am a part of this community now, aren't I?" he asked sleepily. "Well, there's a running joke with the others that I you can survive your first three encounters with Sir Integra, that you're going to be very successful here. What's so funny?" Kevin was lightly chuckling to himself. "Sorry, it's just that I imagined myself at an art college or some kind of liberal arts center, not a paramilitary organization hunting the Children of the Night and squaring off against the Vatican." Seras gave him a sheepish smile. "Well, I would guess that things around this organization would be very different from that of an art school," she said sighing, "and I know that this isn't really what you expected." Kevin shrugged, his messy black bangs covering his eyes. "Well, it's not really anything that I'm not used to. I can live with it." "But will you like it?" Kevin looked up at Seras to find a concerned expression set on her face. "You do know that, despite a few individuals," she said, throwing a glare at Pip, "we feel that you are a part of a community." "Yeah, whatever that means," Kevin scoffed. "Look, I know you're new here, but that doesn't mean you can just snap at anyone you know," said Seras, a sliver of irritation in her voice. "So I'm cynical. What else is new? In the past two years, I haven't been able to hold a decent job, been kicked out of six dorms, and have been an all-around nomad. I think I have a right to be a little jaded," he retorted. "Well, you have a stable home, don't you?" He gave her an uncertain look. "Well, yeah," "And you have a well paying job." "But. . ." "No 'buts' mister," said Seras, poking Kevin in the chest. "And there are people who appreciate your efforts." "No offense or anything Sera, but are you trying to pull my leg?" Seras found that she couldn't answer immediately. "No" "No what?" Another half-hour had passed and Kevin had taken a catnap. "No, I wasn't trying to pull your leg." Kevin gave Seras a look that clearly said 'I don't believe you'. "As hard as this may be to believe, there are many people that appreciate your changing your entire lifestyle to do this. For one thing, Sir Integra does, 'though she probably doesn't show it. Pip appreciates it, and his ribbing you is a sign of that I think. Walter certainly appreciates your being here, as you seem to make him feel like a grandfather. Most of all, I appreciate what you're doing." "What do you mean?" asked Kevin, confused. "There is this Italian paladin who is what is known as a 'sword dancer', and he almost killed me the last time we met," she said with a nostalgic sigh. "Since firearms don't seem to stop him, you with your swords are my bodyguard." Kevin still didn't look convinced. "What I'm trying to say that I feel that you're a part of us. You may not know it, but you've livened up the Manor a great deal with your rather erratic behavior. You're doing a great service to this organization and to me especially. And since you're a part of our community, all of us are responsible for your well-being, well as much as you can have while hunting vampires and such." Then Kevin unexpectedly smirked. "So, that means I'm going to have to change my name to Hellsing now?" The tension in the truck vanished as almost everyone who overheard the conversation burst out laughing.
Author's Note: Sorry it's taking so long, but home matters came up. This is only the first part of the first mission, so the second part should be where Kevin meets out favorite hack-happy paladin.