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Log: Complete
When: January 5th
Rating: Teen
Characters: Left Hand [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
favored_son ... sort of] and Integral [steeldame]
Summary: Integral lays down the law regarding Left Hand's horrendous behavior.
Log:
The parasite had behavior issues, Integral had been observing. He taunted and acted rude towards her son, almost childishly provoking him without real purpose. He also spoke far too much during public entries, revealing what should have stayed quiet. That had to end…
Sitting in a chair in her private chamber, Integral crushed her finished cigar on the ashtray and waited for the creature. The door was open, facilitating the slug creature to slither inside without problem. It was her duty as chief of the household to handle this issue personally.
Left Hand (for lack of a better name), dragged its pale, wrinkled body through the door of Integral's chambers with greater ease than such a shriveled creature should be capable of. If anything, the efficiency of its movement only made the parasite more disgusting. It slithered up the leg of a table and settled itself on the surface, where it could easily meet Intengral's gaze with a pair of beady black eyes set over a blunt nose and a pale mouth twisted in a seemingly permanent sneer.
Integral observed the creature and mustered her strength to not curl her lips up at the ridiculous image of the leader of Hellsing trying to establish a professional conversation with a talking slug. She was good at keeping her emotions masked, D had taken that trait from her, and thus inclined her head as greeting and started. "Shall we proceed?" she asked icily. "I'm Sir Integral Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing, your host's mother. Do you have a name?"
"Not in the polite, human sense of the word," the parasite answered readily, voice rough with its customary rudeness and spite. "Most people who see me call me 'that thing' or 'it' or some other vague designation." He laughed and curled his body up in what was presumably a more comfortable position. "Now can we hurry this up? D's not exactly warm, but his insides are a hell of lot more comfortable than being out in the open air."
"You will think of a proper name to address you by as long you are a member of this household, is that clear?" Integral asked, narrowing her eyes at the rude tone. She paused, pondering her question. "Do you value D as your host? Because your tongue and entries could put both of you at stake." The insinuations about his nature and father were clear for anyone who picked up clues and hints of their relationship.
The parasite rolled its eyes and snorted. "Habit. No one's picked up on it in all the thousands of years we've been together. Well, maybe Magnus ... but that was only at the very last minute, when D killed him and he recognized the feel of his power." It grinned and slithered a few cautious inches away from Integral. "Don't get me wrong. D's a convenient host, or I wouldn't put up with half of what he does to me, but I can always move on to someone else if I have to." Whether its words were sincere or simple bravado remained unclear.
"Oh will you?" Integral asked with a ferocious grin. "What would happen if you found yourself suddenly bound to stay with him?" she asked, half lowering her eyelids. "He is a Hellsing. He knows how to do it. If he hasn't already." She arranged the glasses over her nose and paused. "There won't be mention of his heritage, his former affiliation or his species. Whispers, entries, jokes, statements, none. Is it clear?" she asked. "You will also start to treat him better. He doesn't need to be reminded constantly of his duty or his fate."
"Oh yes he does," the creature immediately shot back. "Do you have any idea how much trouble he could avoid if he would just reconcile both sides of his nature and use them?" If the parasite had possessed arms, it would have crossed them over its nonexistant chest to make clearer its indignation. "You may be his mother, but I'm the thing that keeps him in one piece. He'd be dead or crazy if it weren't for me, and yet he still treats me like dirt. I won't mention Hellsing or his family by name, but you'd have to be an idiot not to realize what he is."
Integral observed the creature for a minute in silence before she extended her hand and gave a light pat over what was the (seemingly) head. It was a rare display of contact she did sometimes. "Thank you for helping him," she said, sighing. "He can't simply accept being a vampire, do you realize? Because if he does, he will lose control and turn into a monster. What he needs to accept is that he's a man, a human being." She had noticed a degree of shame about his nature and that did not come with the denial of his vampiric nature but the opposite. "His human nature must master his vampire one in order to be stronger, not the opposite. Otherwise it will be power without control. He will be weak."
Left Hand snorted, but understanding shone in its small, dark eyes. "He's convinced that he doesn't belong anywhere. Has been since ... well, since the world went to hell. I wasn't there, so I don't know the kid he was before except through memories, but let me tell you, his memories are pretty damn accurate. It's like watching a comprehensive documentary. If you can get him to stop beating himself up, that's great. Maybe he'll finally stop torturing me."
"I will try," Integral promised, folding her arms, her brows knitted to project a thoughtful expression. "Was he happy? Before I died, was he happy?" Finding a place to belong was difficult. Without Hellsing, she would not belong anywhere. Neither would Seras or Alucard. She had the slight suspicion the Captain felt the same.
"From what I gather, he was. You had a nice little family. Strange, but nice." Left Hand's eyes narrowed, and it inched forward so she could better hear its lowered voice. "You should understand that it wasn't just losing you, or his father, or Hellsing that makes him what he is now. D's got a laundry list of things he regrets, but the culture we live in doesn't help. Humans are terrified of things that go bump in the night, like rabbits with a wolf outside the hutch, so having something like D around that can bump in the daytime is unconscionable. The only reason most people tolerate his existence is the fact that he's a Vampire Hunter, but they also know that he's the best, and that makes them afraid. Because if he's the best, what's going to take him down if he loses it?"
Integral chuckled and nodded, understanding how D felt. She wondered if her own fellows were terrified of her. What if she lost her humanity? She, the Master of the monsters, would become frightening. She reckoned Alucard felt the same. "Here is different," she pointed out, marveling in the strange blessing of the City's existence. "He could learn with us."
"Maybe," the parasite allowed. "Look, not to be rude or anything--even though I am, because hey, demon--but this is getting uncomfortable. I'm going back to D now before I look like a bug some kid cooked on the sidewalk. It's been nice chatting with you. Thanks for not treating me with the same disregard your son embraces in our dealings." With a nod that could almost be termed polite, Left Hand slid off the table with a wet plop and made its way out the door to rejoin with its host.
Rating: Teen
Characters: Left Hand [
favored_son ... sort of] and Integral [steeldame]Summary: Integral lays down the law regarding Left Hand's horrendous behavior.
Log:
The parasite had behavior issues, Integral had been observing. He taunted and acted rude towards her son, almost childishly provoking him without real purpose. He also spoke far too much during public entries, revealing what should have stayed quiet. That had to end…
Sitting in a chair in her private chamber, Integral crushed her finished cigar on the ashtray and waited for the creature. The door was open, facilitating the slug creature to slither inside without problem. It was her duty as chief of the household to handle this issue personally.
Left Hand (for lack of a better name), dragged its pale, wrinkled body through the door of Integral's chambers with greater ease than such a shriveled creature should be capable of. If anything, the efficiency of its movement only made the parasite more disgusting. It slithered up the leg of a table and settled itself on the surface, where it could easily meet Intengral's gaze with a pair of beady black eyes set over a blunt nose and a pale mouth twisted in a seemingly permanent sneer.
Integral observed the creature and mustered her strength to not curl her lips up at the ridiculous image of the leader of Hellsing trying to establish a professional conversation with a talking slug. She was good at keeping her emotions masked, D had taken that trait from her, and thus inclined her head as greeting and started. "Shall we proceed?" she asked icily. "I'm Sir Integral Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing, your host's mother. Do you have a name?"
"Not in the polite, human sense of the word," the parasite answered readily, voice rough with its customary rudeness and spite. "Most people who see me call me 'that thing' or 'it' or some other vague designation." He laughed and curled his body up in what was presumably a more comfortable position. "Now can we hurry this up? D's not exactly warm, but his insides are a hell of lot more comfortable than being out in the open air."
"You will think of a proper name to address you by as long you are a member of this household, is that clear?" Integral asked, narrowing her eyes at the rude tone. She paused, pondering her question. "Do you value D as your host? Because your tongue and entries could put both of you at stake." The insinuations about his nature and father were clear for anyone who picked up clues and hints of their relationship.
The parasite rolled its eyes and snorted. "Habit. No one's picked up on it in all the thousands of years we've been together. Well, maybe Magnus ... but that was only at the very last minute, when D killed him and he recognized the feel of his power." It grinned and slithered a few cautious inches away from Integral. "Don't get me wrong. D's a convenient host, or I wouldn't put up with half of what he does to me, but I can always move on to someone else if I have to." Whether its words were sincere or simple bravado remained unclear.
"Oh will you?" Integral asked with a ferocious grin. "What would happen if you found yourself suddenly bound to stay with him?" she asked, half lowering her eyelids. "He is a Hellsing. He knows how to do it. If he hasn't already." She arranged the glasses over her nose and paused. "There won't be mention of his heritage, his former affiliation or his species. Whispers, entries, jokes, statements, none. Is it clear?" she asked. "You will also start to treat him better. He doesn't need to be reminded constantly of his duty or his fate."
"Oh yes he does," the creature immediately shot back. "Do you have any idea how much trouble he could avoid if he would just reconcile both sides of his nature and use them?" If the parasite had possessed arms, it would have crossed them over its nonexistant chest to make clearer its indignation. "You may be his mother, but I'm the thing that keeps him in one piece. He'd be dead or crazy if it weren't for me, and yet he still treats me like dirt. I won't mention Hellsing or his family by name, but you'd have to be an idiot not to realize what he is."
Integral observed the creature for a minute in silence before she extended her hand and gave a light pat over what was the (seemingly) head. It was a rare display of contact she did sometimes. "Thank you for helping him," she said, sighing. "He can't simply accept being a vampire, do you realize? Because if he does, he will lose control and turn into a monster. What he needs to accept is that he's a man, a human being." She had noticed a degree of shame about his nature and that did not come with the denial of his vampiric nature but the opposite. "His human nature must master his vampire one in order to be stronger, not the opposite. Otherwise it will be power without control. He will be weak."
Left Hand snorted, but understanding shone in its small, dark eyes. "He's convinced that he doesn't belong anywhere. Has been since ... well, since the world went to hell. I wasn't there, so I don't know the kid he was before except through memories, but let me tell you, his memories are pretty damn accurate. It's like watching a comprehensive documentary. If you can get him to stop beating himself up, that's great. Maybe he'll finally stop torturing me."
"I will try," Integral promised, folding her arms, her brows knitted to project a thoughtful expression. "Was he happy? Before I died, was he happy?" Finding a place to belong was difficult. Without Hellsing, she would not belong anywhere. Neither would Seras or Alucard. She had the slight suspicion the Captain felt the same.
"From what I gather, he was. You had a nice little family. Strange, but nice." Left Hand's eyes narrowed, and it inched forward so she could better hear its lowered voice. "You should understand that it wasn't just losing you, or his father, or Hellsing that makes him what he is now. D's got a laundry list of things he regrets, but the culture we live in doesn't help. Humans are terrified of things that go bump in the night, like rabbits with a wolf outside the hutch, so having something like D around that can bump in the daytime is unconscionable. The only reason most people tolerate his existence is the fact that he's a Vampire Hunter, but they also know that he's the best, and that makes them afraid. Because if he's the best, what's going to take him down if he loses it?"
Integral chuckled and nodded, understanding how D felt. She wondered if her own fellows were terrified of her. What if she lost her humanity? She, the Master of the monsters, would become frightening. She reckoned Alucard felt the same. "Here is different," she pointed out, marveling in the strange blessing of the City's existence. "He could learn with us."
"Maybe," the parasite allowed. "Look, not to be rude or anything--even though I am, because hey, demon--but this is getting uncomfortable. I'm going back to D now before I look like a bug some kid cooked on the sidewalk. It's been nice chatting with you. Thanks for not treating me with the same disregard your son embraces in our dealings." With a nod that could almost be termed polite, Left Hand slid off the table with a wet plop and made its way out the door to rejoin with its host.