Who: Matthias Cronqvist and Integral Hellsing What: Talking in the Castle Where: Castlevania When: This Afternoon Rating: R Status: Ongoing
The wolves had their winter coats, snowy white to blend into the thick of winter that was the usual Transylvanian season. Los Angeles, however, proved to be a bit warmer than the climate they were all used to. The Castle, however, provided it's own atmosphere of bone chilling cold and the occasional dusting of snow.
He had spent the day going through the Castle, ensuring the creatures and the traps, the puzzles and protections remained in place. The Librarian was long since dead and Matthias had not seen fit to replace him. There was no need, neither his son nor the Belmonts remained to run the Castle. And there were few others he would give a fair and sporting chance to defeat him.
When finished, he sought out Integral, could feel the force of her life as a brilliant spot against the chaotic pulse of the Castle's power. Pausing in the doorway of the room she occupied, he watched her for a moment before clearing his throat, "Integral?"
The vampire had given up donning his medieval finery and instead clothed himself in modern cuts in dark colors. He was dressed this way as he waited for her attentions.