Sir Integra (shestheashes) wrote in knowhereic, @ 2017-07-20 20:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | hellsing ultimate: canon: alucard, hellsing ultimate: canon: intregra |
Who: Integra Hellsing and Alucard (Or more apt, Dracula)
Where/When: The house, and Thursday early afternoon
Warnings: TBD but probably high for violence, mentions of violence, cursing
Five days this had gone on, and so far she was remembering more and more. It mostly came in dreams, fragmented truths that gave her mind time to cope and not strain itself. So far the worst she'd gone through was once more going through her father's illness, and consequent death. Along with that had come the memory of finding Alucard, and killing her Uncle. After, it had been dreams about her youth, up until she'd turned twenty.
Enough to retrieve her weapons once more, and know why she'd made the translations from the book. And enough time had passed she'd forgotten she'd smoked, only to remember why she'd picked it up in the first place. So far, forgetting everything was the best way of quitting she'd found. The craving was still there, but not remembering exactly where to get any new ones was making sure that this attempt might be more successful then others.
The notes she'd made for the book were set aside and now she kept new notes of her current recollections, along with whatever minor details she might recall during her waking hours along side the things she knew others were experiencing. The being suddenly a child was more common then others, and along with the felt thing was something she was glad to be avoiding.
She was also making notes in case this happened again, to put it in a place where it would be easily found in case this happened again. Next to clothes for Alucard, it was the highest priority. The notes were what occupied her until the sudden curse was heard. Suspicious of anything outside the norm she set the notes down, and carefully rose to her feet. It gave her enough time to listen. She knew enough to understand the basics, and the very big problem it represented. "Oh, good." She gave to herself. "Just what we needed."
She took a detour into her own room and grabbed her sword and pistol, she wasn't going into this unarmed even with the knowledge of some of the seals and the translated notes adding extra to that, and made her way back to the living room. There she sheathed the sword and set the gun in it's holster. At least this way she was prepared.