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tampered2006-06-08 11:56 pm
ripthehunter.livejournal.com) wrote in tampered2006-06-08 11:56 pm
Log: Ongoing
When; Tonight.
Rating; Eh...PG-13? Probably shouldn't go much higher than that, given I'm a minor.
Characters; Rip van Winkle (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ripthehunter), Roy Mustang (pet_my_ego)
Summary; Rip drops by Colonel Mustang's humble abode. JOLLY FAMILY FUN AWAITS
Log;
Eins.
Rip sauntered past the first apartment door, mentally counting it off. Considering who she was about to visit, the flattering black dress she wore seemed more than appropriate. It was unusual, not roaming the city in her familiar suit and trousers. Which wasn't to say she didn't find it a refreshing change. Nothing could be further from the truth, in fact. When you've been living (and dead, in this case) for nearly a century, deviations from the norm tend to be welcomed with open arms.
Zwei.
All that annoyed her were the high-heels serving as a mild hindrance to the almost constant spring in her step. But she'd endured them before. Or, rather, the colonel had.
Drei.
Ah, the colonel, Rip mused.
If his apparent abilities were anything to go by, Herr Major would eagerly have given an arm and a leg for a man like Roy Mustang on Millennium's side. Obviously not his own, Rip imagined. Why do a silly thing like that when a subordinate's limbs could be sacrificed without a second thought?
Vier.
From what Rip had observed of him, the colonel appeared to be a dedicated individual. Surely he'd been a source of admiration to his fellow soldiers in the world he arrived here from.
A tad bit arrogant, maybe. Though she herself was far from above that sort of attitude.
He was also decidedly charming. Always a pleasant quality. And while she rarely paid attention to such things anymore, to say he wasn't attractive would be a terrible lie. The vampire allowed a thoughtful smirk to cross her lips.
Fünf.
Rip van Winkle always held a motive, however. Just as Kaspar attempted to offer up the soul of Max rather than his own by persuading him to cast the magic bullets.
Sechs.
Integral Hellsing respected the colonel as well, or so it seemed. Perhaps to the extent that she would command lenience of her leashed devil upon the man's request.
Sieben.
Indulging humans often proved to be quite an entertaining activity. So if this particular human could possibly provide a veil of safety, well...
Acht.
...That just made said indulgence all the more worthwhile, didn't it?
Neun.
Rip gave three sharp knocks, took a slight step back, and waited.
Rating; Eh...PG-13? Probably shouldn't go much higher than that, given I'm a minor.
Characters; Rip van Winkle (
ripthehunter), Roy Mustang (pet_my_ego)Summary; Rip drops by Colonel Mustang's humble abode. JOLLY FAMILY FUN AWAITS
Log;
Eins.
Rip sauntered past the first apartment door, mentally counting it off. Considering who she was about to visit, the flattering black dress she wore seemed more than appropriate. It was unusual, not roaming the city in her familiar suit and trousers. Which wasn't to say she didn't find it a refreshing change. Nothing could be further from the truth, in fact. When you've been living (and dead, in this case) for nearly a century, deviations from the norm tend to be welcomed with open arms.
Zwei.
All that annoyed her were the high-heels serving as a mild hindrance to the almost constant spring in her step. But she'd endured them before. Or, rather, the colonel had.
Drei.
Ah, the colonel, Rip mused.
If his apparent abilities were anything to go by, Herr Major would eagerly have given an arm and a leg for a man like Roy Mustang on Millennium's side. Obviously not his own, Rip imagined. Why do a silly thing like that when a subordinate's limbs could be sacrificed without a second thought?
Vier.
From what Rip had observed of him, the colonel appeared to be a dedicated individual. Surely he'd been a source of admiration to his fellow soldiers in the world he arrived here from.
A tad bit arrogant, maybe. Though she herself was far from above that sort of attitude.
He was also decidedly charming. Always a pleasant quality. And while she rarely paid attention to such things anymore, to say he wasn't attractive would be a terrible lie. The vampire allowed a thoughtful smirk to cross her lips.
Fünf.
Rip van Winkle always held a motive, however. Just as Kaspar attempted to offer up the soul of Max rather than his own by persuading him to cast the magic bullets.
Sechs.
Integral Hellsing respected the colonel as well, or so it seemed. Perhaps to the extent that she would command lenience of her leashed devil upon the man's request.
Sieben.
Indulging humans often proved to be quite an entertaining activity. So if this particular human could possibly provide a veil of safety, well...
Acht.
...That just made said indulgence all the more worthwhile, didn't it?
Neun.
Rip gave three sharp knocks, took a slight step back, and waited.