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❧ 01; action + video
{ action/around the bay }
( It was downright perturbing the way the awoke. Trapped in a silver coffin and caked in her own blood. In fact, she still couldn't quite believe it, even as she listened to the words of the hologram and perused the literature in the envelope. She didn't want to.
It was a cruel joke, certainly. Or a dream. Perhaps she might even be dead. Not likely, though. She would remember such a thing, even considering that she did just come out of a war.
But, as Integra always does, she would have to the most of it. Keep a stiff upper lip and move forward. So, she does. One clank of her boot after the other, as she staggered along out from the cavern and into the twilight engulfed bay. )
{ video }
( One shower and some much needed rest later, she had determined that no, this wasn't a dream. She's made a mental note to skewer whomever compelled her to this world later, but for now, she needed to find a way to thrive in this place. Learning to use the device was simple enough (as it was not terribly advanced from the technology in her world,) and the flicked on the screen. )
Good afternoon. My name is Sir Integra Hellsing, and I've only just arrived. I'm searching for a tutor of sorts, someone experienced in cooking, and I'm willing to compensate for their time.
( Exactly how, she hasn't determined yet, but... details. )
With that in mind, I'm looking to see what jobs are available. I'm an experienced combatant with training in both bladed weapons and firearms.
( She's not about to demand any kind of leadership position, but it's clear she carries a certain gravitas to her words.
With that, the feed flicks off. )
( It was downright perturbing the way the awoke. Trapped in a silver coffin and caked in her own blood. In fact, she still couldn't quite believe it, even as she listened to the words of the hologram and perused the literature in the envelope. She didn't want to.
It was a cruel joke, certainly. Or a dream. Perhaps she might even be dead. Not likely, though. She would remember such a thing, even considering that she did just come out of a war.
But, as Integra always does, she would have to the most of it. Keep a stiff upper lip and move forward. So, she does. One clank of her boot after the other, as she staggered along out from the cavern and into the twilight engulfed bay. )
{ video }
( One shower and some much needed rest later, she had determined that no, this wasn't a dream. She's made a mental note to skewer whomever compelled her to this world later, but for now, she needed to find a way to thrive in this place. Learning to use the device was simple enough (as it was not terribly advanced from the technology in her world,) and the flicked on the screen. )
Good afternoon. My name is Sir Integra Hellsing, and I've only just arrived. I'm searching for a tutor of sorts, someone experienced in cooking, and I'm willing to compensate for their time.
( Exactly how, she hasn't determined yet, but... details. )
With that in mind, I'm looking to see what jobs are available. I'm an experienced combatant with training in both bladed weapons and firearms.
( She's not about to demand any kind of leadership position, but it's clear she carries a certain gravitas to her words.
With that, the feed flicks off. )