chapter five ♔ it'll be a day like this one when the sky falls down

[eldritchweaver]

the blues - switchfoot

WHO || The Knights
WHAT || Failboat returns from the disaster in LA as the Knighthood goes on lockdown
WHERE || The castle, London
WHEN || Directly after this, Fall 2017
HOW || Actionspam

Hasmed's announcement does not brook any rebuttal: all Knights are recalled to the Castle, where they must remain until the Section Heads and Jack Chessing have spoken about the events in Los Angeles that have left the Knighthood without their usual leader.  

The entire Los Angeles area is now covered with a dark miasma that has interfered with any signals that might be sent out from phones, etc., leaving the whole world wondering what exactly is happening down there.  Final images showed horrendous monsters, a panic of citizens, looting and violence from humans and Shadowkind alike.  

Hasmed has warned of extra magical wards on the castle, and anyone arriving will immediately take notice of one very prominent one: above the entire roof of the excessively large building hovers a black and red sigil in the air, a pentagram in a circle surrounded by runes or words in an unknown language, stretching for miles.  

[ This is the social log for post-LA lockdown.  Failboat must complete the top log before being allowed to tag outside of it. ]

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hellsing arrival ♔ 2 days after LA

[banishers]

[ certain victory lotus tune - yasushi ishii

just as announced, within two days a number of hellsing armed vehicles pull up to the front cul-de-sac, out of which come a number of soldiers sporting uniforms with the hellsing crest on them, and quite a bit of heavy firepower.

at their helm is a gray-haired balding man wearing the colors of a commander. he pushes open the front doors and marches in, slowly surveying the lobby of the knighthood, as his soldiers begin carrying in boxes of ammunition and bags of guns. ]

[uncareful]

[ And at the desk of said lobby sits Maggie-May, the current squire on duty. Her feet are up on the polished surface, and she makes no move to drop them when the Empire Hellsing enters. Instead, she leans further back in her chair, cocking an eyebrow at the hubbub. ]

Uh, you guys got an appointment or is this some sorta... invasion?

[ She pauses to take a sip of her coffee. ]

If it’s the latter, could you hold off until I finish this? [ Indicating her coffee. ]

[pilgrimages]

[ the image of an army marching into the castle, equipment and all, sends a chill up zara's spine. she stops what she's doing, at first to gawk. if this is what the section heads have decided is best, it's hard to argue with it. a god is no laughing matter.

still. it's hard to watch a home turn into a training camp.

zara steps up beside the front desk, holding a hand up to quell maggie-may's line of questioning. ]

I believe you'll find these are members of Hellsing. You'll be wanting help finding the training room, I assume?

[banishers]

[ the man looks to maggie-may with a raised eyebrow for a moment, and humorless expression, but it gentles a bit with zara's words ]

That is correct. Commander Peter Fargason, of the Hellsing armed forces. And you are?

[uncareful]

[ His humorless expression is met with the biggest shit-eating grin. That’s okay if you don’t think she’s cute Grand Moff Douche-in.

And since she’s just a peon here, she’ll let Zara answer. Cause he’s probably talking to her anyway. ]

[pilgrimages]

Zara Ae'lorin. Charmed.

[ she smiles like she means it. ]

Should we call anyone to aid you in carrying your ... equipment ... in? [ she side-eyes the crates of ammunition. then turns to maggie. ] Will you call up to the training room and let them know Commander Fargason is coming?

[ then, to him, ] We do have a fully stocked armory at your disposal as well, of course.

[uncareful]

I'm sure they don't need help. They all look like strapping, virile men.

[ And before she can get a reprisal for her remark, she picks up the phone and dials the extension for the training room. ]

Hey! [ ... ] Yeah. Yeah. [ She laughs at whatever the other person says, loudly and obnoxiously. ] Okay, so. The Hellsing guy, umm.. [ She squints, feigning forgetfulness. ] Commandant Farfegnugen. He's on his way up.

[somepagesturn]

[Well, this is happening. Paige winds her way through the people moving things in, apologizing profusely until she reaches Fargason and thrusts a hand at him. She has no personal reason to be upset about this, beyond not liking THE GIANT MILITARY PRESENCE, but if it keeps them safe, she can't complain.

And besides, it's better to be neighborly.] Sir Paige Lyons, Cleric of Milil and one of the members of the Dragon's Light here. I wanted to welcome you, personally, as I might be looking after you and your militia at some point.

[LOOK AT THAT BRIGHT CHEERFUL FACE.] I'm sorry we're not joining forces under better circumstances. [LOOK SHE'S JUST SAYING. WE'RE BOTH ORGANIZATIONS THAT PROTECT THE WORLD. WHY NOT HAVE HELLSING AND KNIGHTS OF THE SILVER DRAGON PICNICS...]

[banishers]

[ fargason reaches out to shake her hand firmly ] Peter Fargason, Commander of the Hellsing militia.

Some of my men don't ... take well to magical healing. I'll make certain that it's clearly on record who that might be.

[somepagesturn]

O-oh. [She clasps both her hands in front of her, and nods.] Well, Dr. Madchen is a very good physician, so we're not just clerics here, I promise.

[Buuut this isn't why she came here.] I'm afraid I've only heard things about you from whispers around the castle, so forgive me if I'm wrong, but... You deal with supernatural threats?

[banishers]

Vampires, primarily, but we have been called upon to deal with monsters of many varieties. I'm surprised Wynnefalshond didn't keep his soldiers better informed about our existence. We are London's first line against the darker creatures of this world.

[somepagesturn]

I’m sure there’s a very good reason. We do have, ah... those that some would call monsters among us, after all. It can get uncomfortable.

[she straightens up.] However, I’m well aware outside these walls, there are menaces who do seek to harm people. And I’ve been training for years now to face vampires. I’m looking forward to expanding my knowledge, sir.

[errantdetective]

[And there's a woman with pointed ears and a leather jacket leaning against the wall and watching him and his soldiers. She's feeling for the presence of iron, among other things. She doesn't trust Hellsing and while she might play along for now, she doesn't have to like it.

It's not until she feels like she's gotten a good measure of just how much fire power there is that she walks up to the man who seems to be in charge. Might as well make friendly with the local equivalent to nobles.]

I take it you're Fargason? [She nods her head and offers a hand.] Sir October Daye. Normally of San Francisco.

[banishers]

Pleasure, Sir Daye. [ he shakes her hand stiffly ] Are you intending to head back into the field then, when troops are deployed?

[errantdetective]

That's the plan. LA's pretty close to home. This isn't one I can sit out.

[banishers]

How was the combat training situation in your branch?

[errantdetective]

Good enough. [Her eyes narrow. She doesn't love that he's asking. She doesn't trust him, or his motives. Besides, most of her fight training came from before she ever joined the Knights. Devin had taught her to fight. Sylvester had tried to get her used to the sword but she'd been pretty hopeless at it.] Not really my area of specialization, though.

[impetere]

[Cora is not interested in introducing herself. She's not interested in making friends. But she is interested in watching every move they make because she doesn't trust a damn word they say. So she's hanging out in the training room as they move in, watching them and glaring.

Hales take sullen to a whole other level so ... congrats there. You win ... something.]

[banishers]

[ he'll take note, at least, calling her out ] Eager to start training, are we? [ willful misinterpretation or just sarcasm? we'll never know ]

[impetere]

[Well, she's going to treat it as the former, because it occurs to her, if they're training, that means she gets to hit them with zero penalty.

Not enough to actually damage them much, obviously, but enough that it may just make her feel better.]

Sure. More we train the better we'll do, right?

[highlyemotional]

[ caroline watches them moving in, arms crossed, careful to remain directly in a patch of wan sunlight streaming in through the windows and open doors. she doesn't look unhappy, but she doesn't look particularly pleased either and when one particular soldier with a bag of guns almost barrels into her with the bag she lets out an affronted squeal of displeasure. ]

Excuse you!

[ she should be staying as far away from them as possible, but she's compelled to keep an eye on them. ]

[banishers]

[ commander notices, while the soldier just shoots her a dirty look and continues on. he steps over to intervene. ] Something the matter?

[highlyemotional]

[ EVERYTHING ]

Casual disregard for the people that already live here?

[banishers]

The hubbub of moving in will soon be over, and hopefully you will come to find your toes less stepped on as we move to a sense of routine around here.

[highlyemotional]

[ sounds fake ] Will you all be living here?