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[integra_hellsing]

[ The feed clicks on, showing one Integra Hellsing sitting in what... would appear to be her apartment. She doesn't seem to be quite as roughed up as she had been when she first arrived; granted, she's bruised and scraped up, but she looks overall better.

She's sipping at a small cup of tea; it certainly isn't what Walter, her poor, dear lost Walter would have made, but this is something she'll have to get used to regardless. ]

I suppose it's about time that I get around to introducing myself. My name is Sir Integra Hellsing. I come from England, and before anyone questions the 'Sir', I am a knight under Her Majesty the Queen. Like I have heard a few others state, I, too, am a hunter of monsters.

[ She lights up a cigar, her neutral mask never slipping. This is her last one... she's going to have to go out and find something similar, much to her horror. ]

I'm not going to ask if anyone from my own home world has arrived. I believe I already know the answer to that. Instead, I want to offer something. Protection, you could say, from things that go bump in the night... if I am to be stuck here for however long, then it is my duty to offer as much protection to all of you as I possibly can give. If the time or need arises, don't hesitate to contact me.

(no subject)

[ghost_shield]

[VIDEO]

Not much going on lately... I guess that's not really a bad thing, though. Still, I could stand to get out and do something that isn't either reading or seances. Anybody know a good place to go for fun around here? Hell, if you wanna come along, my treat. I get my fair share of business anyway.

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[greatergone]

I wish to return home.

[The voice was slightly filtered because it came from the external speakers on his helmet but it was still easily intelligible, if accented awkwardly.]

Yes, yes, it is most likely not possible. I don't even have to ask that as a question but my wish still stands.

It's just everyone here is so.... [disgusting, gross, ignorant, red blooded] ....human. Among gue'la, there is no place for someone of the Fire Caste. Too peaceful, too ignorant, you stare too much.

A sword that is broken can still cut but...

...what should I do?

[He slowly realized that rather than using this to complain, he was pleading for help instead, which made him a little mad. Which caused him to shut off the feed.]