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Jul. 9th, 2005 | 10:40 pm
posted by: hakukaen in oneshotrp

Character: Integral Windgates Hellsing
Setting: A few months after the end of the anime, or any alternate time line along the manga. They were intercepted on their way to another headquarters for a routine meeting and now have to find a way off this cursed island. The islands are likely off of Europe, perhaps as far as Azores, but the exact location is unknown
Seeking: Alucard. Same anime.
Character Limit: This is a one on one role-play, should anyone feel so inclined to step in.
Rating: NC-17.
Genre: Romance, Angst, Action/Adventure.
Format: Third-person, past tense.

It was warm. Perhaps a bit too warm, the air a bit too humid and the sun much too bright through the haze of what should have lingered a gray cloud of modern day pollution along a grey firmament of cityscape. In fact, everything was off and foreign. The scents, the feelings, and the sensation of a languid, drugging effect which lingered like a haze on the edges of her consciousness. As each gloved digit twitched back to life, the veil over each ice blue orb fluttering, the black void that she had been thrown into lifted and skirted her grasp to recollect exactly who it had been that held her prisoner. The first sight that greeted her blurred vision was that of the familiar blue sky, fringed with strange vegetation and a much deeper, purer blue as it was. She squinted in the blanket of dappled shadows, shaded but too bright all the same, before a sudden prickling sensation shot up her left arm.

Biting back surprise, Integral jumped up from the foliage and dark earth which had been her bed for some unprecedented amount of time, violently shaking out the sleeve to deposit a rather large jewel colored beetle of dappled navy and yellows untidily to the ground beneath her. Before the insect could do so much as to establish its sudden change of environment, a heavy boot had descended upon its shell with an audible crack. Now, tropical beetles definitely did not belong in urban England. Fully awake and confused now, the golden haired commander looked more closely at her surroundings and accessed her situation to the best of her ability.

She had been relocated to a new region without her knowledge or consent, that much was certain. And perhaps unfortunately, this was not another one of her irksome servant's hidden dreams, though they were often just as odd and unnerving. She quickly patted down her pockets and waist, assured that most of her belongings remained and particularly thankful of the few remaining cigars and lighter. For now she only withdrew the sword at her side with a metallic ring and readjusted her glasses, attempting to look as far out past the ominous bamboo field for some hint of direction. Were any of them even around or aware of her absence? Walter? Seras?

"Alucard," the dark voice hissed, reverberating through the hollow zephyrs with a sharp hiss. He had better not be a part of this.

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