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Seras sat at a table, wel leaned on it, is more like it, she was writing. And oh, she had a laptop now, it was nice to be paid for work. She was working on a standard operations manual for the Hellsing organization. She had not seen one, and she thaught it would be a good idea to write one, as it was, all of the Hellsing forces, but three were dead. They would need a way to teach a new force in a short time. Also, she had found, while working as a police girl, that having the manuals to conslt from time to time was good. So, she wrote.

She was acctually resting her chin on her arms and looking at the laptop screen. She had a glass of blood at her elbow.

Distractions are welcome.

(OOC I will be making the manual as I get around to it and posting it in the Hellsing_ways comm)

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"A dime for your thoughts, dear?" There we have a devil, curiously watching what Seras is doing.

"How to kill things," she said, "What about you?"

"Oh, much idle besides the usual tormenting of souls. Milliways has been quite uninspiring and unamusing lately." She strokes Seras' hair.

"Well, at least I get time to do things," she said glancing at a missing door.

"Still stuck here?" She continues petting the vampire's hair... "How long it has been?"

Seras shrugged, "This place has weird time," she said, "I don't know."

She snuggled.

The devil smiles, holding the girl. "Yes it does. It seems to stretch or shrink, and sometimes, almost seems to react to the mood the patrons display..."

"Yes," said Seras, "I wonder why..."

"Because it is magical? This whole place was created by someone, with its own rules. It was made this way, and we will never know why until we find the architect and obtain answers directly from the source."

"I wonder how hard that would be?" asked Seras.

Oh crap! She's getting close to figuring out the existence of muns, quick change the subject!

Scarlet grins, kissing Seras' forehead. "I doubt the Architect wishes to be found; since this palce works by his rules, I doubt we can find him anyway."

"I wish I could," she said.

"Why?" Scarlet tilts head, curiously. "You wish to ask him something, or you wish to add a few orifices to whatever body he might have?"

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flail_victoria - 2008-07-27 19:25 (UTC) - Expand

"Seras, I need your help." Vyvyan says, sitting down in front of her.

"What do you need help with?" she asked him.

"Have you got one of those giant balls?" Vyvyan asks, miming something about the size of an exercise ball. "On a big chain."

"Why do you need one?" she asked.

"To set off the bomb."

The look she gave him could rip through steel, "Why?"

"A sledgehammer didn't work."

"What kind of bomb is it?" she asked.

"An atom bomb, we think."

"Why do you want to explode it then?" she asked.

"I thought it would be fun."

There is an audible thunk as Seras headdesked the table.

"Vyvyan you are a strange one," she said to the table.