[Open] She's pretty and I like her but she's too well

[keen_incisions]

Who: Sir Integra Hellsing ( sir_hellsing )  and Dr Nathan Wallace ( keen_incisions )
What: Valentine's Day Awesomeness
Where: All over Mayfield
When: February 14th!
Warnings: Um. Mushiness? Integra and the Major getting along in some twisted way? Makeouts between Tony Heads! OH MY!

[Leaping on this bandwagon and playin' the banjo. Please indicate who you'd like to tag with and what flower in the subject.]

Comments

INTEGRA | MINT

[questionauthority]

[Somewhere in the middle of town, you're sure to run into this sad sap. He's refreshingly minty and casually making his way over to you.]

Afternoon, miss. [He's even enough of a gentleman to tip his hat to her.]

Oh Riddler, do you dare?

[sir_hellsing]

[Out and about on this fine day, Integra is quite charmed by the gent. She's started her day off with mint, and it seems to be serving her very well as it lingers.]

Oh, good afternoon!

He dares, Integra. He dares.

[questionauthority]

[Funny. She sounds almost familiar to him somehow. But then, you hear one voice on the phones, you've heard them all.]

Aren't we looking lovely today?

[sir_hellsing]

[Oh ho ho! Actually...he sounds oddly familiar as well. But she puts it from her mind, fluffing her hair with a gloved hand. Priorities, y'know. She colors at the compliment, deftly deflecting.]

Yes, that is an exquisite shade of green...

[questionauthority]

It is, isn't it? [And so modest, too!] I'm sure it would look just as good on you, Miss...?

[sir_hellsing]

Hellsing. Integra Hellsing. [She offers him her hand.]

[questionauthority]

Edward Nigma. A pleasure, Ms. Hellsing. [And he takes her hand, planting a kiss atop it.]

Let me ask you a question.

"What did the envelope say to the stamp?"

Integra - He's totally fine, her, up to you!

[boostedfailure]

[Booster has been weirded out today, it has been a weird day. People are acting funny, not funny haha either, so upon seeing Integra, he will cautiously wave.]

Hahaha excellent

[sir_hellsing]

[She waves back, enthused, a sprig of mint pinned to the lapel of her wool suit. Integra makes a beeline for him, heels clacking on the pavement.]

Booster, how nice to see you!

[boostedfailure]

You seem.... Chipper today.

[He raises an eyebrow, looking at her in a slightly perplexed way]

[sir_hellsing]

Surely I'm allowed? [Integra titters. She never titters. Oh dear.]

Particularly when I'm in such good company.

[boostedfailure]

....Sure?

[The good company comment gets him looking around confused for someone else]

Meeting someone uh... You're close to here or something?

[Something's wrong. Booster's retarded spider sense isn't tingling, but he's been in the business long enough to know when his own beating is eminent]

[sir_hellsing]

[Pretty, but not bright. That's all right, she's not one to turn down eye candy. She moves to take him by the arm, pleased with herself.]

You're always so funny, Booster.

[boostedfailure]

Well, I try. So what's going on?

[sir_hellsing]

Oh, out and about, just enjoying the holiday and the sun. You should know you're very attractive when you smile. [Said with a pat on the bicep. Look at my arm candy, bitches.]

[boostedfailure]

Well, you know, one of the thing you have to work on to be a successful super hero is your smile.

[He nods sagely]

[Hyacinth/Integra]

[sturmbahnfuhrer]

[As much joy and revelry as he had felt at Integra being her to begin with, for some reason? Today he cannot shake the feeling of it being unsuitable for her. That there are, by far, too many cowardly, craven people residing in this town. And the idea that these pathetic examples of mankind should even be near you, such a fine example of humanity...well. It just rankles him beyond belief!

So he's openly knocking at your door right now, Integra. He believes he'll spend the day with you in order to ensure you aren't bothered by such...undesireables.]

hahaha oh dear

[sir_hellsing]

[After yesterday's fiasco, Integra is loathe to go outside again, particularly when another bouquet is found on the mantle. Taking up the pitcher plant, its carnivorous flowers a sickly yellow-green shot through with veins of blood red, she carries it with her as she answers the door, balancing the weighty vase on her hip. Who could that be?

It shatters rather spectacularly over the threshold when she drops it, glass and water and bulbous flowers scattering as her hand flies to the 9mm holstered at the small of her back. The motion is instinctive now, already shifting her weight to dart from the foyer, to seek cover and...and why?

Something is wrong, but as her posture relaxes and she stoops to gather broken stems, she can't name the reason for it. Her smile is wry, friendly.]

Major. You should have called- come in, please.

[sturmbahnfuhrer]

[The Major, of course, isn't put off by having the gun pointed at him. Especially not today. After all, who knows what filth may have come and bothered you before. To have such a reaction to anyone being at your door, in his mind, would be entirely understandable.

He nods a little bit as he enters, stooping to help gather up the plant and shards of the glass.]

My thanks.

I was in the neighborhood and supposed I would simply come to call, for a bit. I hope you don't mind.

[sir_hellsing]

[She can't quite shake the feeling that something is amiss. The sidearm has been tucked away again, barely a bulge in the back of her heavy cardigan. How strange for her to have wanted to point it at an old friend.]

Oh no, not at all. Let me have that-- [indicating the glass and flowers in his hands] --and I'll have this taken care of.

[sturmbahnfuhrer]

Ah, no. No, it's certainly fine.

[After all, the glass is rather sharp and dirty business, and he'd rather not have you risk the chance of cutting yourself or some such non-sense.]

It's no trouble at all. If you could simply show me the trashcan, I will have it taken care of.