tampered | Log: Incomplete

Log: Incomplete

When; Today
Rating; PG 13
Characters; Alucard, Seras, Integral and others. . too lazy to put their sns.
Summary; Boarding pirateships and conquering booty!
Log;

He awoke feeling vaguely ill and slighlty grouchy. His coffin was not in his room, instead he had been sleeping in a normal bed of a rather large room. The room, however, was located on a ship. In the water. Snarling, he rose, hungry and a bit weak. His usual garb was altered to pirate wear and the vampire thought it slightly amusing, brightening his mood. Then realized Integral was likely in pirate's garb as well. Perhaps she could. . lighten his mood fruther.

Applying to her through the computer (and finding himself summarily rejected) the Captain emerged from his chambers and gave a dashing fanged grin, "Master?"

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Seras had a difficult time waking as well. She promptly fell out of her hammock onto the unyeilding wood floor. "Umphgheer..." She didn't dwell on the indignity of falling out of bed and attempted to relay her thoughts through her journal.

She was very glad for the helpful cabingirl who gave her a coat to cover her generous bounty that had been amplified by a corset.

Integral was waiting on the deck, wearing her poofy shirt and black trousers, her hair was tied with a ribbon and there was a gleam on one of the lenses of her glasses, displaying the illusion of a patch. The sheath of her sword was more prominent and threatening than usual.

“Captain Alucard,” she addressed to Alucard with mixture of annoyance and respect. “There’s a jolly good weather, the wind favors us today.” She held a yellow scroll that had the signature of the Queen of England, Elizabeth I. “Her Majesty had this map delivered this to me in our last docking.”

Where was the lazy crew, she wondered, folding her arms together. Not that she was completely affected by the spell but she let it to be if only had a way to command the craft without accidentally sinking it.

"And what are we sailing for, Master?" Alucard asked, arching a brow at Integral's annoyance. He leaned over her shoulder, staring at the map and scroll, body brushing her own.

"Are we to be comandeering some treasure?" He was enjoying pirate day and Integral did look delicious in her pirate outfit.

The sea was still affecting him and he was still quite hungry, but the vampire was keeping it in check.

Integral swatted his shoulder with the rolled scroll and huffed. "Patience, Captain. Pull yourself together. I can't make an announcement until the crew is reunited."

Yumie had arrived but where were the rest?

"I suggest you to seek our men."

"The Captain does not roust the crew, it is the responsibility of the . . someone else," Then chuckled and straightened.

"We are short of personnel and you have an impact in-" Integral had started to preach when an odd shadow crossed the sun above. She looked up but faced nothing but the glare of sunlight. "What was that (http://community.livejournal.com/tampered/175859.html?thread=2748147#t2748147)? Captain?"

"I am unsure, Sir Hellsing. . but I will find out for you," He grinned then, and moved off to get a better view and see where on the ship the creature would land.

Cal had been looking out his window, thinking about grapefruit or Lace or something at 11:59 the other day. He had been contemplating the recent guest into his home, and wondering who was feeding his cat back in New York.

Then it became 12:00. Midnight. The new day. And everything had shifted. Suddenly, he was on a boat. In the ocean. With vampires. He hadn’t gotten the vampire revelation, at first, until he had stumbled upon one of the Valentines, and heard a hissing Spike through a door at some point in the day. Vampires. Real ones. Not peeps or carriers like him, but real dead vampires; the ones with magic and bloodsucking.

Cal wasn’t stupid, he put two and two together, he had seen the… creature, the big vampire on the network, previously; the one who’s name was an anagram. And Cal pretty much figured that he would be on board, also. Somewhere, lurking, in the ship. Waiting.

So Cal has busied himself. He started by cleaning the decks until breakfast-time, and then he cleaned the walls, and anything he could find to do without taking orders, he did it. Hopefully, if he kept himself busy until the curse was over, if he did everything without coming to face with any of the ship’s authority, he wouldn’t have to face him. He wouldn’t have to face the true vampire. Alucard. Dracula. The Captain.

Usually, the curses didn’t bother to hit Schrödinger. He had limited emotions and similar reactions to provide any “food” to the countdown. As himself, he did a better job to get reactions. But this one did and he was glad. It would make the boredom go away.

Dressed in rags as he was, the catboy sniffed the air. It smelled to gunpowder, rum and (he licked his lips) fish. Yohohohoh, pirate life was for him indeed! Or to sneak and steal their delicious food!

Leaving the cargo level to transport himself to the upper rooms, to the private quarters and finally the deck. The sky was so blue and that part looked deserted.

Not alone as I thought! There was a young man who was cleaning the walls with unusual interest. Mmm. I could play for a while. Cat and mouse game!

He appeared on the top of the cabin, swinging his legs to a side of the wall Cal was washing. With a grin, the feline stowaway waved his hand and uttered.

“Boo~”

A quick shift in the air. A smell. Something was wrong, something was-

“Waugh-!” Cal stumbled backwards for half a second, before the peep’s reaction kicked in and he caught his balance. He deftly shifted his feet underneath him, turned slightly to the left, and settled on a crouching position near the floor.

And then he realized what he was looking at. A little blond boy in rags. Wait- with cat ears on his head. Defiantly not normal, but nothing to be afraid of, “What the hell’re you?” He said, standing upwards again, “Erg- I mean who. Who the hell’re you?”

Schrödinger tilted his head, his ears twitched and pointed to himself. Slow, but he could be fun. That was better than the Captain chasing him in his dog form.

"I'm the stowaway," he introduced with a wicked grin playing on his lips. "Aren't you going to catch me?"

Stowaway?, Cal thought to himself, If I catch him, I have to turn him in. But if I don’t I get reprimanded. Cal weighed out the options, settling for the lesser of two evils. He always was a sucker for the rules.

“Stowaway? Why would you wanna hide on this ship, kid?” Cal asked, surveying the surrounding area for some type of advantage. Damn this curse for leaving his dinky sword at the apartment!

Schrödinger shrugged. "I was bored and Hellsing is here," he said, yawning and keeping an eye open to Cal's movements. Not that anyone could really capture the cat boy.

He was everywhere and anywhere at the same time.

"Hellsing?" Cal asked, "What's Hellsing?" Trying to distract the catboy, he slowly went back to washing the wall. Cal didn't know the creature's weaknesses, maybe with time he could learn them.

It was with a feeling of dread that Yumie made her way to the deck after expressing her distaste for the situation over the internet.

The effect yesterday's curse had triggered with her alter had left her with a persistent throb in the skull made no better by the ship's movements, or by what she had learned whilst trying to find out what had happened over the time that had passed since she had last been awake. She had an even more pronounced lack of love for red-eyed monsters than usual at the moment and did not relish the thought of spending any time around her current superior.

Also, the City had ordained she would wear pants today.

This whole thing was just wrong.

((OOC: Am I the only one picturing Pirate!Alucard as looking like Captain Morgan (http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/4/47/180px-Captain_morgan.gif)?))

Alucard did not look like Captain Morgan. He, in fact, looked like a gay Captain Morgan, but thrice as handsome. "You, Yumiko," He called, noting the nun. "Roust the others, all hands on deck."

"Yumiko is asleep," Yumie replied with a frown and crossing of arms. "Why can you not keep us straight? It's not that hard."

The vampire's gay good looks were lost on her, and she glared through her hair for several moments before finally conceding: "Fine."

"Good girl," The vampire grinned, baring fangs and set her off with tip of his hat. "I expect them here swiftly, so no loafing about."

That nearly stopped her cold, fingers briefly, reflexively, twitching in the direction of the cutlass at her hip. Yumie loathed Alucard: for being an abomination and affront to God, for killing her father (never mind that Anderson had only regained himself upon dying, oh no, no difference did this make to her mind), and for simply being an asshole.

It took a rather sizeable portion of her unnoteworthy self-control, and mental repetition of the ineffectualness any blow would be, to merely let out a put-upon exhale and grumble, "Aye," before dissappearing back into the ship.

Something in the distance was flying towards the ship. It was a somewhat large figure.. larger than a human, with a pair of large black wings. As the creature drew closer, it was easy to see that it was half bird, half man. .. A male siren?

The siren only had one thing in mind.. getting a certain crew member of the HSM Gloriana. ♥

Alucard had moved off to the side and took out a spyglass (Though he needed it not) and focused in on the winged creature. Eyes narrowed as he slammed the spyglass shut, "All hands on deck!" He roared, "Load the cannons! We have a hostile!"

Seras scrambled to the nearest cannon. It wasn't a Harkonnen to be sure, but she knew enough to load the massive iron weapon. After tucking the gunpowder into the barrel, she lifted the cannonball as though it were a beachball and placed it after. Smiling at her progress, she did the same to the others. "Cannon ready, Captain!" she called out proudly.

Poor Mars, being slightly newbish at this whole Siren thing, had forgotten most ships would attack anything coming towards them. Oh Dear.

Withdrawing his cutlass, the pirate dressed as a gay Captain Morgan pointed at the siren, "FIRE!" Alucard, after all, cared nothing for who or what the person was in day to day life.

For now, he had to protect Integral and Seras. And the rest, he supposed.

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