"If you mean Sir Integra, you will have to wait in the reception desk up front. She's going to meet with someone. Wait your turn to be interviewed," said the guard. Then pointing down a dark hall, "Take that hall all the way to the end and then a right, that's the place." He stepped aside to make room for the young man.
The guard just shook his head mentally and then shrank back into the shadows, to take back up his post.
Meanwhile, Draven had already surveyed the outter limits of the nearest city and realized it was pretty much foggy there too. Perfect setting for a nice flight. Standing still and looking to the sky, Draven's golden eyes soon became slitted pupils, his muscles and limbs grew, and wings formed upon his back, and his neck grew longer than in raptor form. With a quick few flaps of his now mighty wingspan, Narsil took to the sky and disappered in the mist. He didn't want to alarm any of the humans down there today.
Theo Valencia, also called Deimos, arrived at the Hellsing HQ in London, England. He arrived on his motorcycle that is specially made with his name engraved on the body. He took his weapons out of the trunk and put it in his belt covered by his black trenchcoat. He walked up to the door and rang the doorbell.
The frightened receptionist just stared at him, while she held the phone to her ear shakily. Placing it slowly down and looking him over after take a breath. "Are you okay, sir?" she asked nervously with one hand over her heart.
Draven Sabatt had the mansion in sight and was preparing to land until he saw someone standing on the doorstep of the Hellsing mansion. Then again...he had heard news from "acquatiances" of late, that Hellsing did get alot of strange people crawling about the place. Shrugging it off as nothing more, Draven quickly descended and made a soft landing upon the vast marble porch a few feet behind the man at the doorstep.
~*cough* valle, draven is in his dragon form. a huge dragon with wings that is. you know.~
Narsil shifted his golden orbs to look down at this man approaching him, strange as this was. He remained where he was, on the alert just in case. Draven decided not to fold his wings up just yet. Didn't know what this man was up to exactly.
Tillia watched as the creature stood in the doorway doing nothing but looking on in the distance.
She caught some of the thoughts drifting around the things mind "you havent looked in a mirror have you?" she heard a slight pause before it went on "tell her you feel fine your name is Marcus Grimm."
Tillia was a bit shocked by this things type of thoughts. 'Did it have split personalities?' she wondered. She watched the thing for a little while until she caught the sight of the door behind the receptionists desk open and the receptionist go through it (HINT HINT!! )
Narsil raised a brow as best a dragon could without eyebrows. 'Didn't he know a dragon when he saw one?' He held up one clawed foot to show that he needed a moment to answer. Not waiting for the young man's answer, Narsil shifted into an errect standing position on his back two legs. This made him way taller than the man below him and almost the mansion itsself. Shifting his concentration on his form, the dragon's wings and limbs soon began to shrink away. Scaly skin becoming human skin once more. In no time flat, Draven was back to his human form and dressed in his long black trench coat and with his dark blue swat uniform underneath. Relaxing his muscles and moving his head side to side to get out a kink. Looking back over to the other man, Draven said in a sarcastic tone and a grin, "I'm complicated..."