Homeless for now.

[angel_of_death]

So it's time for a kip, is it? Well, just because you're taking a rest away from those games of yours, don't think for a minute I'm going to let you keep me from my comrades.

Show me those memes and museboxes you mentioned before. Now. I wont be put away.

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[silent_hound]

[This one, again. The Angel of Death. Once again, returned to the guise of the same boy he faced in Germany. Interesting, how many of the dead this place seems to collect. The tall man studies him, head tilting slightly.]

[angel_of_death]

[Upon first glance, Walter instantly recognizes the towering figure. There was an entity he could never forget; the gradual ever-worsening condition of his left eye's vision made that luxury impossible.

Confronted with the reality that the werewolf he fought in Warsaw is indeed in his proximity and the knowledge that in spaces such as these killing offers only a fleeting satisfaction before the slain revive, the young operative's features warp into a scowl.]

Well, isn't this just brilliant.

[silent_hound]

[He feels Walter's seething, underlying aggression and answers with a quizzical look. What so unhappy? Didn't you get what you wanted? To fight to the death with a strong opponent? He doesn't understand humans like this. He slowly taps a small pad, causing letters to appear over his head.]

Anger? Disappointment?

[angel_of_death]

[It seems unnatural when his animosity is answered with confusion, when the other's hands move to type instead of to strike. But it does precious little to stem the surge of vehemence he feels at being in the presence of one of that fatass' men.]

You're alive.

[That would be a resounding yes.]

[silent_hound]

[Tap. Tappa-tap-tap. Tap. Tap.]

Dead. Alive here. Curious.

[He raises a hand to point at him.]

Dead. All dead. All sides. Satisfying end.

[angel_of_death]

[And now it's his turn to be confused. His shoulders square, head dipping as he regards the creature with intense scepticism.]

I haven't died.

[In fact, he's not even from the same decade. The young butler is in fact from the very same night they first fought-- from September of 1944.]

I don't know what the bloody hell you're talking about.

[Or referring to in general, seeing as the werewolf wasn't exactly talking.]

[silent_hound]

Have you not betrayed Hellsing?

[angel_of_death]

Why the hell would I do that?

[He distinctly remembers having turned down that offer. And declaring his intent to kill them and watch them all burn while he was at it.]

Dying must have done a number on your head. Did Alucard finally manage to blow your brains out?

[silent_hound]

Year. What year are you from?

[angel_of_death]

Nineteen-forty-four.

Your turn.

[silent_hound]

Long past. 2000s. Interesting future.

[angel_of_death]

[He'd had the feeling that he wouldn't like the answer, but when it comes, it absolutely floors him. For a single instant, all he can hear is white noise-- his thoughts temporarily blank from the shock.

But then a single thought breaks through--

'FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU NAZIS AND YOUR STEEL TABLEWARE!!']

...Interesting.

[Walter's voice comes strained, shaky. His fingers flex, fury coursing through his veins and heating his blood as he is overcome with the all-encompassing desire to kill something. Or destroy something. Even maiming would do in a pinch, so long as multiple things were involved.]

[silent_hound]

Angers shows easily in you. Your betrayal will happen. Still, it will do you no good. Only your employer and Alucard's fledgling will survive.

[angel_of_death]

[His hands clench into fists at the answer, his lips twisting into an outright snarl. He doesn't want to read that. Who the hell does this bastard think he is, telling him things like that?!]

Go to Hell!! Go to Hell and STAY THERE!! WHY ARE YOU EVEN HERE?!

[silent_hound]

[He merely shakes his head. This is beyond his experience.]

Mystery. Here, regardless.

[nolifeemperor]

[Hey, hey, it's a young Walter! Mun just have to bother, because eeee. Butler with strings!]

Memes, hm? Perhaps we shall bump into each other at bakerstreet. Mun usually plays me there.

[angel_of_death]

[Yes, young and spry and currently sans a monocle. No nasty end-of-canon surprises attached!]

He has dabbled with me there a couple of times. In fact, I'm currently being subjected to hugs.

[He says it as though it's a bad thing; but in actuality, he just doesn't know how to handle that sort of attention. Random affectionate gestures are not things he is accustomed to.]

[nolifeemperor]

[Alucard is not sure how to react. Other than it brought up fond memories of blowing shit up in WWII...and the eventual betrayal of the butler 50 years later. But the vampire is very old and tired to hold grudges, being he was missing for 30 years and recently returned to see his Mistress Integra as a frail old woman. :<

He can only blink in response to that.]

...pardon me, but hugs?

[angel_of_death]

That's right. Hugs.

[He lets that sink in for a moment before adding--]

Do not tell Sir Arthur about this. If he hears about it, I won't hear the end of it.

[nolifeemperor]

I...

[His sudden thoughts? Wow, good god is that other Alucard ugly or whaaat-? What does Integra ever see in me, hrm. Now this Alucard is reassessing as to how he is behaving toward others.

I mean. Ahem.]

For your honor as a butler, I won't.

[Even though Arthur in his time died a very long time ago.]