Of Masters and Monsters
Sep. 21st, 2012 09:17 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
twilight_lamentThe meeting with Integra Hellsing at the notorious Hellsing manor is not entirely what Takasugi expects. While it is very English in design, something dark hangs over the place, this supposed Organization tasked with defending England from supernatural threats. He can feel it deep in his bones and the sensation rouses the voices in head. The neutral expression, broken only by the slightest of smiles, does not waver for the noise even when he takes a seat, flanked by two of his people, in front of the desk of one Sir Integra Hellsing.
She is not what he imagined either; younger than himself by a few years at least, the Head of Hellsing Organization sits alone in her high backed chair with her fingers clasped together, elbows upon her desk.
"Takasugi-san." He is not surprised at the proper use of the honorific. The English tended towards formality on most occasions.
"Sir Hellsing."
"What brings you to our fair country?" It is not hard to read the meaning underneath the words; why did he need to see her. Yet he also doubts that this woman doesn't already know that some who travel with him are not entirely human. His business here does not include run ins with the formidable organization. However, the truth is that simply wanted to see for his own eyes the person who commanded such a place. Knowing ones potential adversaries or allies is always beneficial.
"As you know, I am here on business but some of those who work for me are not human." He smiles at the slightest quirk of her lips. At least she is not entirely without humor. "I wish to avoid any misunderstanding."
"As long as there are no unfortunate incidents upon English soil, we will have no misunderstandings. The Hellsing Organization only deals with entities who prove themselves an unholy threat to Crown and Country. I do, however, appreciate your initiative in contacting us directly. As long as you keep us in the loop, I doubt we will have any problems." The woman's smile is sharper than her words, a quiet warning.
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They finish their meeting over English tea and him with his pipe and Integra with her cigarillo. Though it all goes favorably, there is a part of Takasugi that wonders what it would be like to cross swords with this woman and those under her command. While the notion gathers interest, it is passing at best. He has a job to do and now is not the time for distractions no matter how tempting.
The setting sun marks just how many hours he'd remained in the old estate. Curious only in that this meeting had been more enjoyable then at first assumed. They stand in the entry hall, waiting for the cars to be brought around when something else catches his attention. Motion down the hallway and it is the color, a deep blood red, that snags his good eye. Takasugi looks, head tilted as he regards the tall figure moving towards them. The man would easily tower over any one in his group and the red hat upon his head shields most of the man's face.
Man? but no. His assessment there revises almost immediately. Whatever it was, whatever face it wore, that creature is no man at all. The grin alone bespeaks of too many things, inhuman things, and the cacophony in his head pitches higher the closer it came. The red shrouded creature passes by them all with only one sideways look from the corner of yellow glasses. A look that finds Takasugi immediately and one that captures his full and undivided attention. It isn't fear that crawls up his spine but the excitement that comes upon knowing, recognizing, something cut from the same cloth as he. The moment stretches as they size each other up and he thinks he sees the same anticipation in that hellish eye that now runs through him. Then it's over and the creature looks away, ascending the same stairs Takasugi had only recently descended.
He had wondered during his discussion with Integra just what she had at her command to deal with the unnatural forces she must encounter. Now he knows. With a soft, barely heard chuckle, Takasugi walks outside and slides into the back of the car. With his eyes closed and a smile on his face, he listens to the voices of the damned.
She is not what he imagined either; younger than himself by a few years at least, the Head of Hellsing Organization sits alone in her high backed chair with her fingers clasped together, elbows upon her desk.
"Takasugi-san." He is not surprised at the proper use of the honorific. The English tended towards formality on most occasions.
"Sir Hellsing."
"What brings you to our fair country?" It is not hard to read the meaning underneath the words; why did he need to see her. Yet he also doubts that this woman doesn't already know that some who travel with him are not entirely human. His business here does not include run ins with the formidable organization. However, the truth is that simply wanted to see for his own eyes the person who commanded such a place. Knowing ones potential adversaries or allies is always beneficial.
"As you know, I am here on business but some of those who work for me are not human." He smiles at the slightest quirk of her lips. At least she is not entirely without humor. "I wish to avoid any misunderstanding."
"As long as there are no unfortunate incidents upon English soil, we will have no misunderstandings. The Hellsing Organization only deals with entities who prove themselves an unholy threat to Crown and Country. I do, however, appreciate your initiative in contacting us directly. As long as you keep us in the loop, I doubt we will have any problems." The woman's smile is sharper than her words, a quiet warning.
They finish their meeting over English tea and him with his pipe and Integra with her cigarillo. Though it all goes favorably, there is a part of Takasugi that wonders what it would be like to cross swords with this woman and those under her command. While the notion gathers interest, it is passing at best. He has a job to do and now is not the time for distractions no matter how tempting.
The setting sun marks just how many hours he'd remained in the old estate. Curious only in that this meeting had been more enjoyable then at first assumed. They stand in the entry hall, waiting for the cars to be brought around when something else catches his attention. Motion down the hallway and it is the color, a deep blood red, that snags his good eye. Takasugi looks, head tilted as he regards the tall figure moving towards them. The man would easily tower over any one in his group and the red hat upon his head shields most of the man's face.
Man? but no. His assessment there revises almost immediately. Whatever it was, whatever face it wore, that creature is no man at all. The grin alone bespeaks of too many things, inhuman things, and the cacophony in his head pitches higher the closer it came. The red shrouded creature passes by them all with only one sideways look from the corner of yellow glasses. A look that finds Takasugi immediately and one that captures his full and undivided attention. It isn't fear that crawls up his spine but the excitement that comes upon knowing, recognizing, something cut from the same cloth as he. The moment stretches as they size each other up and he thinks he sees the same anticipation in that hellish eye that now runs through him. Then it's over and the creature looks away, ascending the same stairs Takasugi had only recently descended.
He had wondered during his discussion with Integra just what she had at her command to deal with the unnatural forces she must encounter. Now he knows. With a soft, barely heard chuckle, Takasugi walks outside and slides into the back of the car. With his eyes closed and a smile on his face, he listens to the voices of the damned.