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<<Lee-Lie = entered thread>>
~with the rule about the 5 mins, i think it should be 2 mins, it wouldn't waste so much time~

~depends on length. if player requests it. start LL!! plz?~

Tillia walks into a large reception area of the Hellsing's corporation. She's about to sit down when she see's the claw marks on the walls and floor which have been buffed to almost nothing, but still noticeable. She looks around again at the reception, There's a large desk in the corner next to a long corridor going up it, the wooden desk in the middle of the room has dark stains on it and a corner has been chipped.
"So much for a pleasent greeting." Tillia mumbles to herself

Back in Vancouver, New York, Draven Sabatt had just ended his shift for the day and decided to go target practice in the firing range not far from NYC's S.W.A.T. Headquarters. Since it was still early in the afternoon, there werent' many people there. All the better for him. Draven went over to sign in at the counter and then went to the gun cage to sellect something to shoot with. Choosing a m16 can 16 that he had seen Honda use before, Draven approached a place matt and got ready to aim his gun and adjust the sites for the targets. He could feel the weight of his verizon cellular phone in the big pocket on his right leg.

~by the way, draven is a member of s.w.a.t. and partime's with the dragon kin, lee-lie.~

Tillia went to the chair and sat down in it. As she sat down the receptionist came in. "Hello, how may i help you?"
She sounds like one of those bots, Tillia thought. Tillia got up and walked to were the receptionist stood behind her desk "I would like to speak to your boss." Tillia told her politely. "and a bottle of water would be nice."
The receptionist nodded frantically, obviously she had never seen a dragon kin before, Tillia thought. She can stand seeing vampires and ghouls but not a simple Dragon Kin? Tillia sat back down in the couch as she waited for her water and a signal to go to the corporations head.

Tillia stood up for a second as her phone moved into an uncomfortable position. She got it out and wondered if she should call Draven. She had only seen him a few times, and this might be another time she might need him. She dialed up his number and put the phone to the side of her face.

The nervous receptionist walked quickly past the reckage and suriving halls over to Sir Integra's office. After knocking the door and allowed entrance, she approached Hellsing's desk. "Lady Integra?" She asked softly to the woman clad in a suit who was busily signing and examining documents while smoking a huge cigar. Slowly looking up with a blank expression, "What is it?" Swallowing slowly, the receptionist said, "Uhm...there's this dragon like young lady out in the reception area wanting to meet with you. She got her not long ago. Shall I escort her to the meeting room now?" Integra stared at the woman and thought about it for a moment. Well, Hellsing did post alot of flyers all over the place... Then thinking of something, "Does this woman have any form of identification with her?" The worker shook her head. "Get her name, than report back to me. I'll see if we have her on file. If not, i'll soon meet with this woman." And with that order, the receptionist left the room to make her slow way back from the other side of the mansion to the front reception area.

A few moments later and across the vast Atlantic Ocean, Draven Sabatt was loading a new cartridge of amunition in his gun when he suddenly felt his phone vibrate in his pant's pocket. Quickly removing the cartridge and putting the safety on, he placed it down on the high table before him. Shifting his coat aside, Draven took out his cell phone and flipped it open. "Sabatt speaking." he said into it.

Tillia heard the voice of Draven on the other end of the line "Draven, meet at Hellsing's corporation as soon as possible. Its Tillia if you didn't know already." she hung up abruptly as the receptionist came back in and started to speak "Speak up girl, i can hardly hear you." Tillia told the girl.
"What is your name?" Tillia heard the girl stammer.
Of course, her name. She forgot to tell the girl "Its Tillia, didn't i tell you before?"

Pulling the phone away from his ear after hearing the phone die at the other end. 'Gosh, Tillia's phone is loud...When I get there, I"m going to have to make her tone down that blasted volume she has it at. Doesn't she know how sensitive my hearing is?' he thought and grumbled to himself. Draven put his phone away and then grabbed the gun to place it back in the safe cage. After signing out and quickly running by his apartment, he headed over to the coast of New York's beaches.

Stopping near the edge of a forest of trees meeting the sandy beach, Draven quickly used his sharp senses to make sure that no humans were in the area. Once he knew the area was sequired, he calmed his body and began to concentrate on his transformation from human to dragon form. Within a matter of seconds, his limbs, skin, and body altered to accomadate his new slightly slimmer and taller dragon form. Draven had decided to transform into a raptor dragon. Speed demons, this species was. Body like a raptor with sharper claws and a mane like a horse.

Draven's golden luminious eyes flashed about the darkness, giving them an eerie glow like a cat. He looked towards the sea and the walked about a half mile back into the forest. Draven scrapped his feet along the dirt and then began his mad dash to the sea. He soon was a blur of color and air as he zoomed by the land and then to the sea. Causing things to blow everywhere from his forced wind. Within a matter of twenty to forty minutes, he should make it to shore and wherever Tillia was telling him to go to. Hellsing HQ.

<<note: i changed nyc time to evening instead of noon>>

<<ok, I'll reply if you want or do you want to type up what the receptionist does?nothing much i can do is all.>>

*Marcus Rhaze woke up, and crawl's out of a odd tank* there were number's on the side. and in large leter's "FAILED"

Marcus's thought's were blank, he had no idea what happend then he heard a cold jagged voice.

"Get up, walk upstair's find the banner with the word's Hellsing"

Marcus did, he felt numb but didnt seem to have trouble moving, he knew he had died in that tank, why was he alive now he wonderd.

"you have been dead for only 3 months, you need to move faster"

Marcus did, he was glad to just be alive....if you conisder it living.
He found the Banner. he decided if this is what he had to do, then he would do it. anything was better than being dead.

The receptionist straighten her posture behind the desk. "No. I don't believe you have." her voice suddenly sounding braver. "What is your full name and do you have any form of identification with you? Carrying any weapons? Do you have a reputation with crime?" She fired one question after another and then waited for her answers.

Tillia was amused at the sudden bravery the receptionist had couraged up from inside herself. "Why, do you call this a weapon?" she showed her staff and extended her claws until they wouldn't go any further.
"As for identification, i don't have any, but my full name is Rhianon Rose Mickan."

"Of course. I suggest you leave that staff and keep your claws withdrawn until you're told. No weapons allowed when you're going to have a meeting with Sir Integra Hellsing. If you need gloves for your claws, tell me and i'll find some for you." She paused a moment to absorb and memorize some detials and info. "You don't have anything besides a name?" The lady raised an eyebrow at the dragon woman.

"If you have gloves that could contain these claws, well certainly, and i have no other relevant information to what you would like." Tillia said in a polite voice after a few seconds of waiting she lifted her coat from around her and placed it and the staff on the receptionists desk "as for the staff, i'll leave it with you. I'm sure your trustworthy enough."

~forgive me you two! i've gtg now. see you all soon after school tomorrow! later~

<<BOPRecruit 16 = leaves thread to go sign off kmc>>

~ack, i'll wait then untill 2morrow to post, not much i can do anyhows. I'll be on same time, bye.~

<<Lee-Lie = leaves thread to go sign off kmc>>

~same here wont be on till tomarrow~

<<VENOMfan leave's KMC>>

~typical i have to miss everything~

<<BOPRecruit 16 = entered thread>>

<<SlayerChick1188 = entered thread>>

Imogen DiMarco sprinted through the dark backstreets of London, her pulse racing, pistol tightly gripped her hand. She felt a bloodlust rise within her as she caught sight of the small man in the distance, desperately rushing through the crowds of people. The hunt was on- she had recently come to understand what her father had meant by it. She could hear him, smell him; sense all apsects of her prey.

Imogen allowed for one quick burst of speed, cutting the distance between herself and the man in half. He quick turned into an adjacent alley. She smirked; this was it. She followed him into the darkened alleyway and skitted to a halt. She saw him diligantly climbing a rickety ladder leading to the roof of one of the flats. Placing him in her sights, she quickly let off one shot, which predictably hit its mark exactly. As the bullet pierced his leg, the man screamed in pain and fell to the ground with a hard thud.

She nonchalantly walked over to him, her golden eyes glowing in triumph under the bright full moon. His eyes went wide in terror and he begged for his life.

"No, please!" she kicked him in the side of the head, quickly silencing him. She picked up his uncopcnsious body and strode out of the alley, heading toward her current employer's residence.

~alright thats all i got right now~

<<SlayerChick1188= leaves KMC>>

<<BOPRecruit 16 = Away/Idle/Brb>>

<<BOPRecruit 16 = returned from away>>

~The Force= signing on~

~dangit bop i wished you had started somethime else i won't be on till tomorrow~

<< SK88728 = enters KMC >>

~last night i was going to ask you to play just when i was posting the game, but you left! now to quit breaking rule 1....~

Draven Sabatt raced across the ocean's surface with greaet speed and skill. He easily avoided being seen my ships and running over creatures in the water. 'I should be there soon...20 minutes at most...halfway...' he thought to himself.

Nic steaped out of the shower and grabbes a towel, he looks at the fogged up mirror and soflty blows at it. It intently is crystal clear without a single brop of moisture on it. He continues to get ready. Once he is dressed he walkes to his apartment closet and grabs his black leather coat. Once he places the coat on he begins to fade away... Nic reapears behind a large building and he begins to walk twords the staris leading up into the main enterence/lobby.

~the place is a mansion by the way...~

Moments later, Draven soon touched shore and took a moment to shake off his wet scaily body like a dog would. He sniffed the ear as he looked about the misty beach. The scent of salt and tea came to his nostrils. There was a overhanging porch nearby where he could safely transform while no one was about.

~well i post something short real quick~

*Main Palace, Heaven*

"You know your assignment, now go rescue and protect. You are to be named John when you are down on earth." God told John Aeronis.
"Yes sir, I will go to my call of duty." John said then vanished and appeared on a side street of London. John started walking towards his destination, then he took to the skies, on his wings. John got a mesage from God about who his partner were to be, and apperantely he was the closest to Draven, who he could see from a distance, since he was up in the air.

~The Force= signign out~

<<VENOMfan=entered thread>>

Marcus slowly continued down the street's as the cartlige and ligament's popped and adjusted back into place. "this should hurt" he thought to himself, but actually felt good.

the cold jagged voice continued to guide him down the street.

Nic looked around in the MANSION (i'll get it right sooner or later ) and had to think of where to go, maybe he would get lcky and someone would find him.

Somewhere in the distance, Draven could smell something very odd...two entities...one undescribable and something quite foul...something like dead...but what was it?

Suddenly a huge guard in a all black suit stepped into Nic's path. "May I help you?" the man said in a curt and indifferent matter.

"Yeah... I was looking for this one persons office..." Nic was looking kinda up at him, which was really not normal. "You know what i'm talkin about?" Nic sounded a little worried.

"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.

Nic walked pass him, "Thanks buddy." Nic 'playfully' slapped the guys back and walked down the hall until he found a counter/desk.

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.

<< SK88728 = leaving KMC to go to sleep then school in the morning >>

"that's it go inside, I got some work to do you can figure this out"
the voice said

Marcus looked up at the large building he slowly moved forward, even tho the chill left he still coudnt feel anything...

He entered a large office, he had trouble fucousing until his eye's suddenly cleared...."strange" he thought to himself

The receptionist at the front desk looked up suddenly when she smelled something foul, but soon regretted and shreaked at the thing that had just entered.

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.

Marcus tried to speak but his vocal cord's didnt work, but he heard the frase he was going to use none the less.....he didnt remember his own voice sounding electronic....

"Im sorry I didnt mean to alarm you,I was sent here, somthing about Hellsing?"

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.

<<Lee-Lie = signing in>>

Tillia watched as the thing that looked half dead walked through the door. She heard its electonic voice and saw the receptionist shake a bit.

"Sir, i think you should just give your name over to her and let her be on her way." Tillia said calmly to the thing.

She hoped that Draven would soon come, she was starting to get impatient with both him and the receptionist.

Theo truned around to see a man get out of a flying object. The man approached him. "Who are you?" Theo asked.

Marcus could see she was nervous, he was a little lost about why he was there and then it was back

"you havent looked in a mirror have you?
tell her you feel fine your name is Marcus Grimm" the cold voice

Marcus did as he was instructed, also realizing somthing cold and metal was over his face....."probably what helped me speak"

~*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.

~oops!~

Theo corrected what he said, saying it under his breath "Or what are you?"

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!! )

~ silly, valle! ~

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..."

"Wow! So I ask again who are you?"

"Draven Sabatt," said the latter. "And you are...?"

~just making sure you read this BOP ~

~sorry! i'm busy with valle and my character's talking!~

A short few minutes later, the receptionist came back out and surveyed the little group in the lobby. "Is this all of you?"

"Theo Valencia or Deimos. I was named after the Greek God of Death. So anyways I recieved this letter with the directions leading to here. Do you know what this is for?"

~sheesh lee! be patient! god damn it!~

~~

"So far this is two of us, i suspect there is a friend of mine talking to someone outside aswell though." Tillia replied to the receptionists question.

"How the heck should I know? A friend of mine just phoned me about an hour ago and I got here as fast as I could," answered Draven as he began to make his way to the front door.

"Oh ok well noone inside will answer!!!" Theo banged on the door.

~ i don't have much time on before i gotta leave for an hour so i gotta be impatient ~

Marcus slowly looked around the room, his neck popped loudly..

"Quite the little group here"the voice said

Marcus herd someone banging on the door

"Let them in"

Marcus did

Hearing someone impatiently banging on the front door, she dashed off to answer it to find two young men standing there.

"Its about time!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Or I mean Hi Im Theo."

"I'm Draven Sabatt, but you can also call me Narsil,"

~Well Im gonna go to bed now I'll be online when I get home from school or if I dont go to school then Ill be online in the morning bye ya'll wavey~

Tillia got up at hearing Draven's name. "It's about time Draven." she told him as she got up from her seat.

Recognizing the dragon, Tillia in humaniod form, he said sarcastically and holding his hands up in fake arrest, "Hey! I Just crossed an ocean for you! What more do you want from me?"

"hmph, just like you Draven, just like you." Tillia said shaking her head "Do you ever watch TV? or even listen to the radio?" She asked, "No, don't answer" She said putting up a finger "I'll tell you what i know from what i've heard. Hellsing, if you took a good look at it, has had a major attack on them, and if you knew this, you'd know that Alucrad has been taken aswell. I am here to help Hellsing get back Alucrad and take down the person behind the manifestation of the new attacks."

Tillia waited a few seconds before going on "Do you know who is leading these attacks?" She asked, "Its Alucrad."

"Don't ask how i got this information, because like always, its from my 'sources'" She said as she turned away and sat down again, "Now, while we wait for out appointment, would you like some water?" She grabbed up a bottle of water and offered it to Draven

"Sorry, no radio lately. I've been busy this week back home with my S.W.A.T. team. New York is going through some major crime hell and it's taking forever to find a moment of peace there," said Draven. Then paused for a moment after hearing that name, Alucard. 'Hmm....that name sounds awfully familair...hmm...Yes...' Looking at the bottle of water she was holding out and shook his head. "Had enough water, thanks."

"All the more for me then." Tillia said as she unscrewed the bottle and took three large mouthfuls. "Anyways," Tillia went on "Alucrad is a professional vampire slayer remember? He uses his powers to do kill those that are evil and are rent on destruction." She paused "You should know him."

~read post above~

<<Lee-Lie = BBL (be back later for those that didn't know)>>

Draven raised a brow in amusement and grinned widely, "In fact I do know the infamous vampire slayer..."

<<BOPRecruit 16 = idle/brb>>

<<BOPRecruit 16 = signed off kmc>>

~The Force= signing on and off~

'It's time to meet up' Jonathan said to himself, then disappeared in a flash off light, then reappeared in front of Theo and Draven.

<< SK88728 = entered KMC >>

Nic waits at the desk, he has been standing there for sometime now and he hasn't even been noticed by the secretary. *coughs* he trys to get the young ladies attenchion.

As she entered the reception desk, Imogen saw a man resting on the secretary's desk. She watched him intently and took a seat in the corner.

~ in case you didn't know SK, the man is your character ~

<<SlayerChick1188 = leaving KMC>>

<<Lee-Lie = Entering thread idle/AFK>>

~ lol, ok ~

Nic glanced back at the women who just sat down, he 'looked her over' and rubbed the back of his neck, "Hey." Nic gestered with his head/nodded.

<< SK88728 = leaving KMC >>

<<VENOMfan=entered thread>>

Marcus stood quietly, going over thought's with the unknown entity,
Watching the recruit's showed up one after the other.

~The Force= Entering~

Jonathan took a look around at everyone then walked over to the corner.

~The Force= Out~

~gosh! everyone's description of the office and the gathering of people in the office hasn't been noticed by some of the players here! don't keep changing the place, it'll confuse everyone and me! well...i didn't miss much, so i'm not mad that you guys played when i wasn't here yet. sorry, i was going to play sooner today but i have work to do and won't bb until after dinner time. just to let you know~

<<BOPRecruit 16 = will be back on around 6-8 pm Western time>>

<<Lee-Lie = Idle/AFK>>

~If i remember correctly, everone is in the reception area waiting for an interview (Me being the first ) and i think alot of people need to give weapons to the receptionist and names/identification cards etc. to her aswell. So, if you haven't done that you should ~

<<SlayerChick1188 = entered thread>>

~sorry you guys, I'll keep my facts straight next time~

Tillia watches as 1 by 1 more and more people enter the reception area of Hellsing's corporation.

<Blind-Enemy entered thread>

~i cant wait anymore ~

Imogen smirked at the man. "Hello."

She glanced around the room, making eye contact with the receptionist, who then motioned her to come forward.

"Please excuse me."

She sauntered over to the desk. The woman sitting there was busying herself, shuffling through some papers. Glancing back up at Imogen, the receptionist's eyes laid to rest on the sword at her side.

"All weapons must not be taken any farther than this point. I have to insist you turn in any weapons in and lay them here." She motioned to the table next to her.

Imogen nodded, removing her scabbard belt and carefully placing it on the table. She reached down and pulled two daggars from each of her boots. After placing them on the table as well, she pulled two pistols from beneath her coat, and removed the rifle holster and its belt buckled to her chest.

The woman sitting at the desk shifted nervously. "Is...is that all your weapons?"

She gave a coy smile. "Well, if you don't count me."

~ woah now...too late for me *yawn* NIGHT~

<<SlayerChick1188 = leaves to SLEEP!>>

<<BOPRecruit 16 = entered thread>>

"So, Draven." Tillia began, "What have you been up to?" She asked him, not really worrying about what he's been up to, just trying to make conversation.

"Wow, didn't know that you cared so much, Ti," said Draven sarcastically as he sat down on a nearby bench to rest his feet.

"Heh, so you still remember me hey Draven?" Tillia asked him, "Have you got any questions you'd like answered before this 'Interview' with Integra?" Tillia asked Draven

"Not really. You'd probably wouldn't give me full honest answers anyways," answered the latter as he stretched and leaned back into the wall. "Why did you ask me about Alucard anyways?"

"What do you mean about Alucrad?" Tillia asked, "If you knew him you mean?"

"You asked me earlier if I knew him, and I said yes."

"I was just asking, you know me, i like to prod things alot." Tillia replied as she stretched her arms in front of her and let her wings unfold from their cramped positions. "Anyways, when do you reckon we'll be interviewed by Integra?" She asked.

The receptionist looked up at the man before her desk, "Sorry, sir. You'll just have to wait over there with that group." She waved her hand to dismiss him.

"Don't prod too much or I might have a dead body to hide...," started Draven in his usual humourous banter. Than yawning and shrugging, "Judging by that strong scent of very old ink, I'm betting she's reading up on me right now..." He stroked his chin thoughtfully, remembering back on who had written that document all those years ago.

Tillia laughed "Who'd like to follow up on you!" she said smiling at Draven and her joke as she poked him in the belly.

Draven quickly snatched her wrist and quickly began to poke her repeatedly in the back. They were acting so childish...ah to be that young again...

~there both over 500 years old ~

Tillia laughed as she was repeatedly poked in the back. Why did she have to poke him first? she thought to herself.

~he's older, way older~

"Give up?" he asked with a grin. Let the torture begin ^.^

~lol, i said they were both OVER 500 years old. meaning 500 to infinity years old~

"No, i never give up." Tillia said as she grinned and started poking Draven in the sides. yes, let the torture begin.

~i meant older than your character~

Suddenly, Tillia's hair began to tickle Draven's nose and he made him sneeze on her. Kind of on purpose....

"eeewww...." Tillia said as she wiped the snot and mucus off of her shoulder, "Don't you ever clean up there?" She asked

"Just be happy that it wasn't one of my big sneezes. You would've gotten burnt! Besides, ocean crap tends to do that when you don't have time to use a tissue."

Arthur politetly but with a raging gaze stare to the receptionist eyes " Listen darling i dont like when people are impolite to me, so could you please cool your ass down and tell who i need to speak to "

"Have you forgotten that i can't be burnt?" Tillia asked Draven, "And you always forget to use tissues so stop making up excuses Drav."

"Please calm down sir, I can't help it if Lady Integra is busy today. Could you please wait? We are beginning to sort out the meetings and whose first."

"You know what I meant!" retorted Draven. He shifted his position on the bench, the marble wall was beginning to make his back hurt. Draven patted down his coat pockets looking for a smoke or drink. "Crap." he said quietly.

Showing the Hellsing flyer to the woman and trowing some smoke from his cigarette and with a smile on his face " i'm here for the job man...you know the recruiting gig or whatever you call it" Putting on a serious face and looking directly into the receptionist eyes " The word on the streets is that the Hellsing corporation need some heavy muscle for a special task and for the right payment i'll do anything, i'll cut my guts if is necesary for this assignment... so why dont you tell your boss that i'm more than willing to take the offer"

"Be right back Draven." Tillia said after watching the commotion at the receptionists desk. "I need to go talk with him." She gestured over to the man standing next to the receptionist. She got up and walked over to the Guy and asked "Whats the matter sir?"

Passing her angered expression onto indifference, she said in a stiff tone that was ready to snap, "That's what everyone else is here for, a job from the flyer. I'll treat you like everyone else, a guest that must be patient to meet Integra."

Arthur staring at Tillia "nothing's wrong darling...nothing's wrong, i just need some info that's all"

While his attention was distracted, the receptionist called in two guards to stand by the door behind her. She just didn't need this crap from a creep like him today...

"Now DONT call me missy mate!" Tillia roared at him, "Theres only 4 people that can call me that and you aint one of them!" She pointed at the guy and letting her wings unfold and herself reach her full height.

Now looking at the receptionist with a sarcastic smile upon his face "WOW...now you call this guys to calm my ass down??? hahahaha you see... i'm a very, very impatient guy , and when i dont have a clue of why the dealy...you know?

Draven walked straight up to the rude bastard and asked stiffly, "What the **** is your problem?"

<<VENOMfan=entered thread>>

Marcus watched the comotion, shifted his weight and listened to his spine snap back into place....

~Just incase you missed this blind~

Tillia nods towards Draven as he came towards her and the guy.

~i didn't! leave me alone, lee! ~

Arthur's eyes were ablaze but he remain still and eventualy calm down " i dont a problem with you two... so please stay out of this... i just want to know when miss Integra's gonna receive us... you know???"

"Well, youngun..." said Draven in his controlled but pissed off tone, and then grinned at Tillian really quick for his comment. "...you better learn some manners and be considerate of others feelings"

~ ummm..... Blind is Blind-Enemy.......~

"I've been waiting here longer than you so don't start with feebles like that!" Tillia tried to calm her voice as she said it.

Arthur now calm " well... why dont we start over againg... what do you think???"
looking at Tillia and Draven " Patient isnt my greatest virtue...you know???"

"No shit, sherlock. That was obvious since the moment you entered this place. You reeked of anger and mistrust in others." said Draven, making his last comment and went to sit down before he blew a casket. Asking the others around him, "Does anyone here have a smoke?"

"I saw." Tillia said as she unsheathed her claws and flicked them, one by one.

Arthur staring at Draven " i have one.. that's if you wanna take it "

"Don't...." said Draven slowly.

"your not smoking Draven." Tillia said calmly to him. She resheathed her claws and said "You better not give him one either." As she went and sat down next to Draven

"Is that an offer or are you just being annoying?" said Draven, finally calmed and relaxed once more in his seat.

"Listen...fighting wont get us far in the Hellsing Corporation... so let's all calm down and let's start this gathering again... what do you think???"

Draven just shrugged at this and ignoring Tillia's scolding, "Fork that cancer stick this way!"

"I'll start again, but, if you give Draven here a cig, i'll kill you." Tillia said as she glared at the guy.

"Oh come on, Ti! I need something to calm my nerves and get the smell of the dead out of my mind, " complained Draven.

Arthur looking at Draven "well listen... i dont know what to do...could you please tell your girlfriend not to menace me"

the cold voice luaghed hysterically at all the squabiling

Marcus ignored it, further ajusting his posture

"That smell of dead is the build up of all that tar inside you. You may live long Drav, but you aren't invulnerable to tar build up dissolving your organs away slowly." Tillia said to him.