[loud, agitated voice of a young girl]

MOTHERFUCKING SON OF A BITCH!!! THIS IS SO FUCKED!!

HEINKEL!! How the fuck did we get this lost?! Damn it all to hell, I thought you knew where we were going! This doesn't look a damn thing like Naples!!

...Hey... where the hell are you?! And where'd the vespa go?! OH MOTHERFUCKER. We're NEVER going to hear the end of this from the chief director!! NEVER!!

((OOC: Meet Sister Novice Yumie Takagi, age 15, aspiring assassin. Believes she and Heinkel took a VERY wrong turn while on the way to their first hit. Just pretend on the icons, okay? >.>))

Phew. Everyone said some silly things yesterday, didn't they. Ah-heh.

Ah.

( Private to Heinkel//Unhackable )

( Private to Enrico//Unhackable )

I see we've got a few new faces popping up on the network today. Guess it's that time again. As always, those needing a place to stay a while they get set up are welcome to the church shelter. Details, shelter rules, and volunteer information can be read here.

I need some air.

((OOC: Out around the square putting up some fliers to advertise the shelter. Action spam if anyone wants to run into her.))

Heinkel... there's something I must tell you. I'm so sorry... I never wanted to hurt you, but- But these secrets have been tearing me apart inside and it's time to finally come clean! You deserve to know the truth!

I...

I've been cheating on you!

((OOC: Secret affair and family secret in one! And mostly true, but who can tell today? ^^;))

[Private to Heinkel//Very Unhackable]

Oh, Heinkel~ Do me a favor and don't crow about this publically, okay? It's killing me not to, but I'm in too good a mood for all the bitching that would ensue.

We're breaking out the good wine tonight.

This is almost a bit funny, in a way. We get so many curses to block out the sun that to have the reverse of it, at least once, seems only fair, doesn't it?

It would be refreshing if it wasn't so... hot.

( Private to Heinkel//Unhackable )

H-Heinkel? I heard you were h-here? I... um... uh... this-

[Whispering]

This is too weird.

[Another voice in the background, much like the first, but lower, inflected differently. More surly.]

You're telling me.

((OOC: See nun with two personalities. See the personalities split into two seperate people. Yep.))

( Private//Unhackable )

It's always a nice surprise when you look away from the Network for a day and come back to good news. Like an early Christmas present~ Unendingly smug bitch.

((OOC: For OOC clarity, she's talking about the Walter death d0rama ('cause h8, yo), and that strike is deleted.))

Firstly, I'm real damn glad this guy's explained what's going on. It saves the time of wondering which asshole vampire left their ghouls wandering around, this time.

Secondly, any in the "zombie" stage of infection who come within view of the church will be disposed of. Period.

Heinkel, come with me.

[Church/Vatican Filter]

Is everyone alright?

((OOC: Church/Vatican Filter is Ky, TB Vatican (minus Esther), Lilith, & Hellsing Vatican.))

Does anyone know what the hell we were doing yesterday?

Hey Heinkel, you ready for a real tour of this place?

((OOC: "We" refers to the group sucked into doing the Trinity Blood historical reenactment yesterday.))

I NEED A MEDIC! DOCTOR! HEALER! SOMEONE! NOW!

Please. It's not for me.

((OOC: Heinkel is here, which just about sums up everything. :D Add her~! And as the first Iscariot player in Poly, can I just say how much on Cloud 9 I am to have all four Iscariots with names here now? ♥))

With Enrico, I regret--

With the other Enrico, I regret--

With Heinkel, I regret--

With Father, I regret--

In London, I regret--

We should have listened to him. We shouldn't have gone back.

We should have gone home.

((OOC: Strikes deleted.))

Whose apartment is this? Whose cat is this?

Heinkel, where are you?

How long have I been out?

This isn't London, is it? I've only seen pictures, but it looks nothing like them outside... It isn't a warzone, for one thing.

Excuse me, is anyone of the Church here? There must be someone...

((OOC: Just Arrived Curse.))

( Private//Unhackable )

Father Anderson, how are you today? Is your apartment alright? Sir Hellsing, how are you and your family?

So now we have money and a justice system? I wonder there will be laws posted. It's almost like a real city, now. It feels odd to try and gather money for myself, as one of my vows is that of poverty; whenever I handled money on the outside, it was for assignment expenses. But the vow is made with the understanding that the Church will provide those who take it with housing and other basic needs, which it cannot do here, so I don't think this is really breaking it.

I found this hiding in my closet after coming back home; she probably got in through in one of the windows, I didn't exactly think to close them on my out. She must have been one of those that fell from the sky yesterday. It isn't right at all when the administrators involve living things in their weather plans. Or any of their plans. I left the balcony door open for a while today, so she could leave if she wanted now that things are quiet again, but she stayed. Her name is Penguin. Yumie, whenever you're next awake and reading through back entries: if you're doing whatever it is you're doing with Chief, the very least you can do is take care of the cat for me while you're up.

Oh, Father Anderson, how is the rabbit doing? Chief, is the furry stalker from yesterday still there? Do we all have pets now? That's kind of funny.

((OOC: Strikes are private. No hacking. EDIT: LJ isn't sending me notifications, sorry for any slow responses. >.<))

This isn't London. I've never been to London, but I've seen pictures and this looks nothing like them at all. It certainly isn't the Vatican or the base in Amiens.

Where is this? Whose apartment did I wake in?

I'm used to waking up in strange places, but this is all so...

...Heinkel? She must be here, I haven't been sent alone in years...

Where is that ticking coming from?

( OOC )

Has anybody seen my friend Heinkel?? She looks like this. We were supposed'ta go play to class together but I can't find her. :(

Ummmmmmm....... this isn' Ferdinant-Lukes niether AND this place doesn' look ANYTHING like Rome OR the Vatican! It's weeeeeeeeird 'cause I dunno how I got here! :O

Is Father Anderson here??? He'd know where this place is.

thisiskindascary

((OOC: I've lost track of how many times she's gone child-sized at this point but her last week kinda sucked, so here we go again. XD))

In my opinion, memories are the sort of things that should be told, not shown.

...I just went over some of these earlier this week...

((OOC: Affected both ways. Memories:
- Meeting Father Anderson and then Heinkel her first day at the orphanage.
- Carrying out her first assassination as a teenager.
- Her last memory from her world: kneeling in the street as Anderson died.
*First two not canon, but most Hellsing characters have little-to-no canon backstory, and those who do tend to have been violent orphans, so, well...))

The mirrors are broken. They show what can't be.

It can't be real. IT CAN'T. it can't.

They're LYING! Someone make them STOP! Please. Please. please.

I'm not her. She isn't me. She's seperate. She's different. I didn't make her. I didn't make her and I'm not her and she isn't me and she does those things and not me and the blood always comes from her. It comes from you, not me. Stop talking to me!

Those things never happened to us. Never. It's just that lie you tell me when you want to listen to think you're right and reasonable and you're not.

And that can't happen to you and that can't happen to her and won't happen and Heinkel's okay and I don't believe it and stop trying to show that to me because I don't want to see it and I don't believe you.

Shiny things tell dirty lies and I don't believe you.

The sky was pretty tonight. I'm not sure what the occasion is, in this place. I don't know what holidays this city has. But it was nice.

Now it smells like gunpowder outside. It reminds me of Heinkel. I miss her; I pray she's okay.

I'm used to awakening in strange places and not knowing things. It's not so bad; there are things that happen when I'm asleep that I really don't want to know.

I've never seen London myself, just pictures, but I'm pretty certain this isn't it. First, it doesn't look anything like any of those pictures, and second, that city was supposed to be a war zone, and this one is not.

As far as I can tell, anyway.

Maybe our mission was changed at the last minute, and we were sent somewhere else. Or maybe we've already been to England, and this place is the location of our next assigment. Maybe the war is over.

The last thing I remember before waking up here was closing my eyes in Amiens; I wish I knew how long I've slept since then. Heinkel would know, if I could just find her. I keep thinking if I stay put for long enough, she'll come back, or someone else will. Someone would have to be here with me; I'm not given solo assigments.

There's something ticking. I can't tell where it's coming from; it almost sounds like it's everywhere, and it keeps getting louder. It's starting to frighten me.

I don't know where this place is, but I don't think I like it.