On his newly completed personality section.

[aged_angel]

It's finally done, is it? I hope you are satisfied with the work.

[It did take long enough, after all.]

It's good that you finally put words to... that.

[That pertaining to the unfortunate turn of events residing beyond the spoilers warning in the section.]

I am grateful at least that the whole of my life and motivations until then will not be overlooked.

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[persistent_humanity]

[Ah, yes. That. Something about which she markedly omits a comment, though she is at least glad that he seems to have some knowledge regarding it. Explaining the events of his death to his younger counterpart was hard enough -- she wouldn't be able to take telling this version of him what had happened that morning.]

You must be quite proud of such progress. It isn't every writer that would take the time to put such effort into a personality section.

[aged_angel]

[Yes. He knows enough thanks to his writer, but that hasn't even happened for him yet. There is no need to bring that into their conversation.]

It is long, isn't it. But I suppose my life is long as well.

[persistent_humanity]

[Thank Heaven for both of those things.

Still, she can't help but smile to hear the comment about his life.]

A fact for which I am endlessly thankful. ♥

I only hope that I'll be able to make it to your age.

[Integra, who are you kidding? You'll probably live to be 600 through sheer force of will.]

[aged_angel]

Nonsense. You won't have any trouble at all making it to my age, so long as you keep a healthy appetite.

[He absolutely believes this, though she might need encouragement to cut down on the cigars a bit as she gets on in years. This old man knows about vampires and smoking habits. He's been there.]

[persistent_humanity]

[Uhhh, yeah. A healthy appetite. That uh...that's....yeah. That's totally happening at home. Yep. Sure is.]

Haha. Well, I certainly do thank you for having faith in my tenacity. Though I should admit that eating well does get a bit tricky with all that Seras and I have to do. Even though it's been over a decade, it's still more than a little difficult for us to find soldiers, much less train them. Seras and I end up taking on a lot of the job ourselves. It isn't as stressful as it used to be, for the simple fact that we've hunted down most of the "surviving" undead, but it still makes finding a routine something of a problem.

Besides, you know me -- late nights reading up on everything under the sun. Especially since we started renovating. You wouldn't believe the security we have now, and those user manuals are monsters unto themselves.

[aged_angel]

[Young lady, are you trying to overload him with information so he doesn't register the fact that you are not eating well? You know that isn't going to work, now.]

I am glad that you are managing, and that Miss Seras has finally managed to find her feet... [Because he remembers watching her attempt to train the Wild Geese in long-distance combat. It did not go well. He was honestly worried for their future, then... just as he is currently worried about his lady and her skirting around the issue of proper nutrition.]

But do remember, my lady, that you are human, and that humans require sustenance to keep up their strength.

[They don't have easy ways of staving off the weakness brought by hunger that vampires do. A coffin filled with the soil in which they were born is more apt to give them a backache in the morning.]

[genuine_human]

[Meanwhile, the Major's just sitting down in a comfy seat on the side, sipping... why, yes. Cocoa. He gives a light sip and sets the cup and lets it rest on the saucer held up by his other hand.]

No regrets, now. Butler.

Not only does a Major show, but the cocoa turns up, too! I can't wait to see my Integra's reaction!

[aged_angel]

[The old butler regards the Major with a ramrod straight posture and a tightly clenched fist, his resentment boiling beneath a façade of icy disdain.]

I do not recall seeking your advice.

[Fatty, some younger part of his consciousness mentally adds, the young fifteen-year-old who fought in Warsaw never having completely gone even if his body had grown old. The youth and all his anger and violence are still there, like a whisper in the back of his mind.]

Oh, I can only assume "pissed off".

[genuine_human]

[He sets the cup and saucer down on the chair's right arm. Leaning down to his side, he maintains his ever-condescending smile and wags a finger at the elderly man.]

Not now, yes. But you did, once, so long ago, when you laid bare that secret desire hidden from your master, privy only to me and... well, Dok, of course.

[His eyes clench and narrow.]

Those were really the days, weren't they? Butler.

To put it mildly.

[aged_angel]

I regret to inform you, but your past happens to be my future.

[And the only reason Walter regrets to inform him of this at all is because it is, to his great misfortune, his future. In canon, at least.]

[OOC: Note of importance here; I’m not one of the people that ascribe to the traitor-since-1944 theory. I’ve poked way too many holes in it for it to hold water for me as a manga-version player. Alas, I have to go to sleep now, so explanations will have to wait if you’re interested in them.]

Re: To put it mildly.

[genuine_human]

[OOC: Oh, yeah, no. It doesn't make a lick of sense. There's just no motivation in Walter to betray that early. And to the Nazis of all people. I just think that something might've happened during or before Integra's childhood, but not like decades before. But good night!]

So it has yet to happen yet. Haha, well, I'm not much for reruns normally, but a do-over suits me just fine. After all, Alucard yet lives.

... In a manner of speaking.

/c h o k e s

[persistent_humanity]

[Holy sdfghjk. Mind if I threadjack a bit farther up? ♥]

heimlich maneuver?

[genuine_human]

[I don't see why not!]

I feel like there's a joke there.

[persistent_humanity]

[Thank you! You are awesome.]

I am forever scarred. FOREVER SCARRED.

[aged_angel]

[Just kidding. I'll get over it.]

PFFFF.

[persistent_humanity]

[Do you want me to call the kittens in to hang up on us?]

Damn it. For some reason my last comment forced me to use the default icon.

[aged_angel]

[No, young lady. Those kittens are to be trained to hang up on other people. It will become a problem if they learn to start hanging up on us.]

[aged_angel]

[OOC: Oh, I am sure something happened to get Alucard locked up and that it somehow shook Walter's confidence in him enough to put a detonation mechanism in his new gun. But I don't place the actual betrayal until the point Walter is captured for a lot of reasons, one of which being that Major indicated they had not seen each other in about 55 years (at least so far as I can tell). I absolutely promise there will be an entire entry dedicated to the whole betrayal thing soon-- with pictures to show where I'm pulling stuff from. I'm leaning towards a Q&A format so if you ever come up with something I've missed just comment and I will ferret out the info because I have no life and I'm bored enough to go on random research sprees.]

[One man's rerun is another man's spoiler, and this particular spoiler leaves a bad taste in Walter's mouth. It gives a whole new definition to the word, really.]

Enemy after enemy has imagined themselves the victor against him, only for him to rise again before their very eyes. What makes you think you are any different?

Sorry for the wait! Got caught up in my webcomic's launch, haha.

[genuine_human]

[OOC: Oh, that's definitely possible too. In fact, it just seemed kinda left field for Walter to turn like that. at least, in the narrative. It's just as valid and I'd be happy to play according to that.]

Because. I am the man that won.

[Stretching both of his arms out, he gives an arrogant grin.]

This is no imagination. All this planning from fifty years has gone according to plan and most predictably, and therefore somewhat irritably, Alucard has been defeated. By my hands. By human hands.

No problem! I sometimes take a while to reply, too.

[aged_angel]

[ OOC: Yeah, very left field. For both him and Anderson, in my opinion. I think I've managed to locate something in the official guide that seems to have something to say about the betrayal, but my Japanese is not good enough to translate it and the translation services give me stuff that isn't very easy to understand. As it is, I might not end up liking what it has to say because let's face it, Hirano burned out towards the end, but I've transcribed it to my journal behind a lock for reference purposes, because in the end I really do want to know the truth. As much as it might hurt. ;; ]

As I understand it, your victory will end up being more temporary than planned.

[And although his emotions regarding Alucard are somewhat conflicted-- and have been for some time-- somehow that knowledge is almost easing for him. Whatever he may end up doing in his canon future, whatever horrible mistake he might end up making, he will never hold any love for the Nazis. A wrench in their plans is more than welcome, regardless of how belated might be.]

[genuine_human]

[OOC: Oh, no. There was no build up with Anderson either. He just whipped out the Nail of Helena and it happened. Though thematically, it was still for good effect, so Hirano in my opinion lucked out with that bit of laziness. I could find a way to translate it if you want.]

Nonsense. I've had my war and it was a very good war.

[The memories of what had happened comfort him. His death couldn't matter any less.]

If only you had seen it too. If only you had heard it. Those "millions of voices suddenly crying out" being silenced.

[aged_angel]

[ OOC: I can unlock it if you want to see what I've written, but as a warning one kanji is off because I couldn't find it in the index. I'm thinking of taking the guide itself to my school and bothering the extracurricular Japanese teacher. ]

Unfortunately it appears I will hear them in time.

[Clearly he does not share the Major's gladness over it.]

A pity death is not permanent here. I seem to vaguely recall a threat I never had the pleasure of carrying out.

Haha, her internal dialogue is currently being narrated by Jan Valentine.

[persistent_humanity]

[Well, that's a face she hasn't made in a while, but it's the exact expression that overtakes her when she hears Major's voice coming from a short distance behind her.

It has been 14 years since Integra last heard that voice, and it's still enough to render her speechless with rage. Of course, it's the way he addresses Walter that so precisely strikes a nerve that she finds herself all but winded by the torrent of emotions that crash just beneath the surface.

There is a marked change in her demeanor as she turns to face the Major, taking a few steps in front of Walter to do so. The relaxed body language she had possessed moments earlier is gone, replaced by a rigid stance worthy of a commander.]

His name is Walter.

[There is a hollow, hateful chill in the warning of her tone. She's still plagued that she hadn't been able to save the man that raised her from his horrible fate at the hands of Millennium. It's a mistake that she doesn't intend to make twice.]

I'll thank you to address him as such.

Nice to see Jan finding work.

[genuine_human]

[Her request is only met by a derisive laugh. Despite who it is that killed him, the Major showed no fear. Oh, he knew what fear feels like. It is something he has felt fifty years ago at the prospect of not dying, but losing his humanity. The feeling was usually mixed with anger. No, to Integra, the one that killed him, he felt something akin to...

friendship.

Well, he knew for certain that they were enemies, but Integra is one that the Major approves of as his enemy. He feels nothing but happiness in stark contrast to the hate that Integra must feel.]

Are you sure? If I remember correctly, he resigned of his own will and placed on his hat the deathman's head. Seeing as postmortem doesn't apply here, he is still, oh yes.

My very own personal butler.