vampires beware

[4queen-ncountry.livejournal.com]

WHO: Integra, Lyra, later Seras- uh, open for threadcrashing if you really want I guess?
WHERE: the walk from the 'porter to the MAC, then Seras' rooms at the MAC
WHEN: Friday afternoon? sometime after Integra's arrival Friday
WARNINGS: now with more 'hey! vampires drink blood!'
SUMMARY: Integra susses out her potential new recruit. After Lyra leaves she talks to Seras
FORMAT: para

Integra cut an imposing figure as she stood waiting for Lyra to arrive. Her white trench coat swirled around her in the breeze, mostly covering the rapier that hung at her side. Her posture was excruciatingly correct, her booted feet planted firmly. She was wearing an olive green military-style dress suit, with a white high collared shirt underneath which was closed at her throat with a red cravat. Her long straight blond hair occasionally blew in front of her face, but Integra paid it no mind as she intently scanned her surroundings. She was looking forward to meeting this Lyra Silvertongue in person, looking forward to it very much. If her instincts were right she had her potential first recruit to her new Hellsing Organization. Lyra would have to be trained of course, but she certainly seemed like she had the raw material. Integra would just have to wait and see.

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[lyingbrat.livejournal.com]

Lyra's posture was straight, and she was dressed in her clean school clothes, with Pantalaimon following at her heels. Recognizing Sir helsing wasn't that difficult, and as soon as she was in front of the woman she curtsied, brushing away a stray lock of curly blond hair that had escaped from her hair ribbon.

"Sir Hellsing. It's a pleasure to meet you in person."

[4queen-ncountry.livejournal.com]

Integra's eyes took in a quick evaluatory sweep. "Likewise, Miss Silvertongue," she said, extending a hand for Lyra to shake. Unsurprisingly, perhaps, her handshake would be firm and professional. She raised an eyebrow at Pantalaimon though. "You have a ... pet?"

[lyingbrat.livejournal.com]

Lyra accepted the hand, squeezing perhaps a bit harder than someone her age would be expected to.

"No- a part of me. My familiar, if you don't mind the term," Pantalaimon gave an offended glare while Lyra managed to suppress a twitch at the word 'pet'.

[4queen-ncountry.livejournal.com]

Integra nodded to herself at the handshake. Good. She liked a firm handshake.

"A part of you?" Integra frowned quizzically down at Pantalaimon. "A familiar- do you mean in a magical sense? Is this a common thing, where you are from?"

[lyingbrat.livejournal.com]

"He's... my soul, you could say. And we didn't know any humans who weren't like us until we left our own world," she explained, watching closely to see Integra's reaction.

[4queen-ncountry.livejournal.com]

Integra's eyebrows were drawn together, in confusion, or in thought, as she pondered this. "Your soul ...? Human souls have physical form in your world? ... But what would happen if someone were to kill it?"

[lyingbrat.livejournal.com]

"Yeah... And killing someone's daemon is easier said than done. Especially since he shares all my powers," she reassured Integra with a small smirk.

[4queen-ncountry.livejournal.com]

Integra's eyebrows shot upwards. "...He's psychokinetic as well? Independently of you? How much power does he have? Can he fight independently?"

She paused, frowning. "Your soul is male?"

[lyingbrat.livejournal.com]

"I... We're always together. So I'm pretty sure he's as strong as me, if he had to fight. Mostly we just support each other."

Lyra blinked at the last question. "Most men have female daemons, and most women have male daemons. It's just... How things are."

[4queen-ncountry.livejournal.com]

Integra's eyebrows were still drawn together, as she was still deep in thought. "But he can act independently of you? Is he then like a separate entity? .... does he have a name?" She frowned down at the little pine martin, studying him, as if the answers could be found in his little furry face.

[lyingbrat.livejournal.com]

"It's Pantalaimon... And yeah, but we're used to being together, And we're not exactly" she explained. Pantalaimon just stared back apparently studying Integra just as intently.

[4queen-ncountry.livejournal.com]

"Can he understand what I'm saying?" Integra wondered. "He can't ... can he talk?"

[lyingbrat.livejournal.com]

"Yes, but we know better than for him to do that in public," she reminded Integra.

"A lot of people here... Don't look kindly on strange things."

[4queen-ncountry.livejournal.com]

"He can- you can understand me?" She addressed Pantalaimon directly for the first time.

Integra chuckled at Lyra's words. "I am not 'a lot of people'," she reminded Lyra gently. "I have seen plenty myself ..."

Integra frowned, then shrugged, apparently having reached a conclusion. Crouching down, she paused, then extended a finger toward Pantalaimon.

"Greetings, Pantalaimon," she said gravely, "it is a pleasure to meet you."

[lyingbrat.livejournal.com]

Pantalaimon spoke after glancing around to see if anyone was too near, but didn't touch Integra.

"It's a pleasure to meet you to, Sir Hellsing." His voice sounded as young as Lyra's.

[4queen-ncountry.livejournal.com]

Integra's eyebrows shot towards her hairline. She waited a beat longer, but it became clear Pantalaimon was not going to take her finger, so she withdrew it, standing again. "Amazing. You really can talk." She glanced over at Lyra. "Are there others here, from your world?" Integra questioned.

[lyingbrat.livejournal.com]

"Not to my knowledge- and they'd be easy to spot, too," Lyra pointed out.

[4queen-ncountry.livejournal.com]

"Hn, true." Integra nodded. "So unlike myself, you are alone. That seems ... unfortunate."

The introductions have been prolonged by her curiosity, but now that they had that out of the way, they could start heading towards the MAC. Integra gestured in the direction the map told her it was. "Shall we?"

[lyingbrat.livejournal.com]

"Not really. I have Pan, and the friends I've made here," Lyra pointed out.

"Ah- yes, let's get going," Lyra said, Pantalaimon following at her side as she walked forward.

[4queen-ncountry.livejournal.com]

"That's true." Integra looked down at the girl as she walked along beside her. "You said you went to school at ... the Institute? Do classes meet regularly?"

[lyingbrat.livejournal.com]

"Yes, but I get out early on Fridays," Lyra explained, "It's nice there."

[4queen-ncountry.livejournal.com]

Integra nodded. "You said you received training in how to use your powers there? What other kinds of things do the classes cover?"

[lyingbrat.livejournal.com]

"Um... History, languages, maths, Science, self defense and hand-to-hand combat... the usual things," Lyra said.

[4queen-ncountry.livejournal.com]

Integra nodded. "I suppose it's too much to hope that they cover British history," she muttered to herself. "Or deportment. But hand to hand is good. Important." She turned back to Lyra. "What forms do they teach? Any weapons?"

[lyingbrat.livejournal.com]

"Well, I know my worlds history fairly well, anyway," Lyra commented, "And... no weapons, and I can't remember the names of the forms our teacher mentioned."