--when the time comes, we will cast these thirty pieces of silver of silver into the temple and hang ourselves with this halter made of straw--

--London looks even more like hell than I expected.

((OOC: Thinking she's back in London for Hellsing WW3.))

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.))

GODDAMNIT!! WHAT KIND OF POST-APOCALYPTIC SHITHOLE IS THIS?!?! It's like being back in fucking London!

[Groans in the background, running footsteps, gunshots.]

Freaking zombies EVERYWHERE and I want my sword!

Who is this Steve guy and why does he keep calling me "Claire"?

[Man's voice, not quite intelligible.]

Steve, that's not my name! No, I don't want to look for Chris, I don't even KNOW a Chris. I don't have any real brothers, either!

And what the fuck why I am wearing only half a damned shirt? Ugh, and pants.

I wake up in the all the best places, I swear.

[More of the same background noise.]

((OOC: Yumie has woken up in Resident Evil Code: Veronica (after Yumiko panicked about shooting zombies) to find herself cast as Claire Redfield to Enrico's Chris Redfield.))

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 )

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...))

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.