Reviving an old muse...

[hellsingpapa]

Not uh...quite sure what I'm doing out here.

I liked it better when you ignored me. It was rather peaceful.

Don't go rushing into anything.

[Where is his whiskey?

Someone, get this man a drink.]

God, I'm getting to old for this shit.

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[puppy_lancer]

[Here comes a beer thrown right at your head.]

I see muses older than you all the time! What makes you too old?

[angel_of_death]

I'll be certain to inform those girls you bring over of your advancing age.

[integra_hellsing]

Yes, rushing into things is generally a bad thing... isn't it, father?

[ Nope. You get no whiskey from Integra, good sir. But you do get the tiniest of smiles. ]

[hellsingpapa]

[JESUS MAN YOU DON'T THROW THAT-

Oh wait its the cheap stuff. Carry on.]

A lot.

[hellsingpapa]

You will do no such thing.

[hellsingpapa]

[Oh.



Hi daughter.]

Uh...yes. [Too bad he does it all the time...]

That's uh...why I said it.

[puppy_lancer]

[As if he can afford (or appreciate) the expensive stuff.]

What, you work a shitty job or something? Or were you just lurking around your mun's head for a long time?

[angel_of_death]

As butler of your household, your health is my concern. I wouldn't want you to throw out your hip in the midst of strenuous activity.

[It might be of note that he so happens to be producing a bottle of whiskey and a glass for you, Arthur.]

[persistent_humanity]

[Old Integra knows the exasperation in that last line well enough to know that it all but requires a drink to accompany it.

Without much hesitation, a glass of whiskey is set on the table in front of him. The rest of the bottle is placed nearby.]

Spoken like a true Hellsing.

[She says with a little grin. Honestly, she's lost count of how many times she's said those exact words.]

If it isn't stress from the job itself, it's stress from our players bringing us out when we'd rather be doing something else. It's like it never ends.

Luckily, we're a fairly resilient lot. With a few good drinks, we'll get through just about anything.

[integra_hellsing]

Of course.

[ Well. No whiskey, but here. She'll just... offer Arthur a cigar and her lighter. This is obviously better than alcohol. ]

Dare I ask what plans your mun has for you?

[hellsingpapa]

[Walter...

if you weren't handing him whiskey he would be very unhappy with you.]

My hip is fine, thanks.

[hellsingpapa]

[Well, this will do quite nicely.

He takes both and happily begins to smoke.]

Nothing, yet.

[He is really fearful of what might come though...]

And here I was just saying that we needed an Arthur player among us...

[angel_of_death]

[Isn't that how it always is? A delicate balance between being an invaluable help and annoying the hell out of you.

Though to be fair, you annoy the Hell out of him, too. He's right sick of the whores and the messes.]

Glad to know. To what do we owe the pleasure of your company?

[thenolifeking]

You're too old for this?

[ Have a smirk from the Hellsing family pet vampire. ]

It's been so long since I played him, forgive me

[hellsingpapa]

[Hey hey HEY

Classy ladies and the mess is a sign of genius.]

Boredom? I'm not too sure what's going through her head.

Glad to be back though.

[hellsingpapa]

[Wow you look older than him- and what the hell happened to your eye.

His father senses are tingling all over the place and he doesn't really like it!!

But he will...ignore it for now and just...drink.]

I don't know which I prefer; dealing with muns or ghouls.

[He might...take the ghouls.]

[hellsingpapa]

Yes, me.

Why is that so hard to believe...

[It's like everyone thinks he just sits around and drinks all day...

Oh wait-]

[hellsingpapa]

Both.

[He still takes the beer, even if it is kind of shitty.]

[thenolifeking]

If I have to endure the whims of these mundanes, then I don't see where your age would have an impact here, Master.

[ If you don't want to give that impression, Arthur, it might be best that you don't look for whiskey straight out of the box. ]

[hellsingpapa]

[But that is the only way to have it...!!]

First off, age doesn't matter to you, so you can't complain.

Second- well...uh...[He can't really complain about his mun doing anything...yet...]

Oh sod it, I can complain if I want too.

[puppy_lancer]

Well, if you get into a game, you won't have to work that job anymore.

[Lancer pops open his own beer and takes a gulp.]

[thenolifeking]

Which does not change the fact that I am older and therefore age is not a consideration among these mundanes.

[ If it were then he'd have been spared much. ]

Of course you can. In fact this forum is dedicated to all of our bitching

[hellsingpapa]

Which is why I hope I stay here.

[Because he has a lot of bitching to do it seems.]

But it seems the mun has other plans.

[thenolifeking]

Really? And what plans are those?

[ Oh yes, do tell him. ]

At least it's a quick canon review for him at that age!

[angel_of_death]

[A genius would probably find a way last more than fifteen minutes. Just be happy he doesn't go spreading that information around.]

This place was too quiet without you. But what will you do now?

[hellsingpapa]

She is in search of a home for me.

[He just wants to stay here and drink though...]

Where, I don't know. I really don't want to know. God knows it will be horrible, where ever it is.

[hellsingpapa]

[WOW

WOW

RUDE. HE CAN LAST MORE THAN THAT.

It's like 18.]

Whatever I want to do, of course.

[angel_of_death]

So you're going to drink, smoke, and make passes at any decent-looking girl that isn't your blood relative?

[Why, yes. He does like testing his limits.]

[thenolifeking]

Hnn, good luck. These mundanes do not seem to take our wishes into account when selecting a 'game'. Of course most of these venues are pointless.

[ And incredibly dull. At least by his standards.]

[integra_hellsing]

Muns can be tricky, can't they? Mine just recently stuck me into a game. I am... still unsure how I should feel about it, really.

[persistent_humanity]

[Nazis happened to her eye, dad :(

Well, just one in particular with pretty much the worst aim in the history of ever.

His father senses would be right, but she knows that could be mega-cray to deal with straight out of the headspace. So, instead of bringing it up, she just lets him drink. Because that's what she'd want to do in that situation. "Do unto others..." or something!

Still, his comment makes her chuckle.]

Personally, I'd prefer the ghouls. At least those you can shoot.