Log: Incomplete

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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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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~”

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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?”

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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?"

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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!

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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.

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"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.