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LOG: COMPLETE

ahSaturday Morning, July 7th;
PG for possible language;
Doris Lang [hunterborn] and Arthur Hellsing [arthurhellsing];
Summary; Arthur invites Doris to tea in an attempt to take her mind off of her very public dream.
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She wasn't quite sure why she was going to have tea with Arthur Hellsing. Considering she knew for a fact that he had seen her dream the night before she wasn't sure she could handle being in the same room with him. But then again, with her luck the vast majority of the population had wandered in to her throwing herself at D and she wasn't aware of it.

"Oh God," she muttered, covering her face with her hand as she moved to the next foor up to meet him. "I am never going to live this down... It was bad enough with D originally--and then his father... and now this... They're going to think I'm a whore..."

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Arthur could have endlessly teased the young lady for her vivid dreams but he knew there was more to the story then her just lusting after his grandson. Thus he take pity on her and decided a subject change and a change of scenery would suit them both.

After all he had been quite dead again and then suddenly brought back to consciousness again within the dreamscape. He needed the chance to fully get his bearings again and in the meantime he would get the opportunity to get to know Miss Lang a little better.

Stepping out of his apartment, after making sure the twin Alucards were asleep he headed out to meet Miss Lang.

"Ah, there you are Miss Lang. Are you ready to go?" he asked spotting her coming up the stairs.

She looked up the stairs, surprized that he had come out to meet her. It still seemed weird that this man was D's grandfather when he appeared so damn young.

"Yes," she answered, continuing up the stairs to meet him.

"Have you had a chance to visit Cafe Juliet yet?" he asked, walking over to her.

Really it was quite a shame that D was insistent on keeping such a lovely young woman away. Perhaps he would help Alucard in convinicing D to reconsider.

"No actually. I haven't actually went out to eat or drink here at all. Old habits I suppose..." She stopped at the top of the stairs and hooked her thumb into the belt loop that held her whip holster. "Lead the way."

Still maintaining some of the visages of a gentleman, Arthur held out an arm to the lady in order to give her a proper escort.

"Ah, then right this way, Miss Lang. I know it is dangerous at times but there are still some lovely things here in this City. You should try to explore a little more. I'm certain you could always ask Miss Victoria or my daughter if they would care to join you," he said kindly, offering her a genuine non-pervert smile.

Doris looked at his offered arm as if he were holding out a raw fish to her before laughing a little. Women--especially hunters' daughters and vampire victims--did not get this sort of treatment on the Frontier. She swallowed the rest of a laugh and took his arm.

"Oh, no," she said in answer to his statement. "I didn't mean I haven't explored. I meant I haven't eaten out. My brother and I run a farm. We tend to eat what we raise. I'm not afraid to go out alone--so long as I don't run into any more Nobles or psychotic murdering rapists I'm ok."

He merely smiled at her reaction. It wasn't too surprising that she hadn't come across too many gentlemen where she came from but he was glad of her indulgence. He may have looked young but still in mind and soul he was quite old.

"In that case, I shall have to suggest to Integral that we all go to Pandora's for dinner some evening," he replied. "I didn't mean to imply you are afraid to explore alone. I just meant most outings tend to be more fun when you have company."

"Mn," she answered with a nod. "That would be fun. I'm just so used to doing things on my own since Dad died." She laughs very lightly and smiles. "You know, when I met D and found out he was a dhampir, I had assumed he got his command from his father. Your daughter is an amazing woman."

"I can understand that. It seems you share a couple of things in common with Integral in that respect," he replied smiling. "Well to be fair, Alucard did have a commanding presence before he became involved with our family. So D, likely inherited his commanding presence from them both," Arthur added with a slight laugh. "Alucard and Integral are more alike then either of them will ever admit."

"I'm sure this is blastpheming on some level... but I never expected the Sacred Ancestor to be so... quirky," she tried not to grin. If she had seen this conversation or her living situation a year and a half ago she would have thought it a terrible farse--mocking the nobility as such. She was glad to have found out that the Frontier's truths did not extend indefinately.

Arthur snickered at hearing Alucard being referred to as quirky. "Alucard is rather a character especially when you compare his past and present selves that are within the City," he remarked.

"Hmm, it should not be much further now. I am rather glad the weather is fair today."

She laughs flatly, "I'm honestly not sure how to react to the younger Alucard--s, there's two now, right?"

Arthur sighed, "Unfortunately yes. Frankly I am not sure how to react to him anymore after all it has been years for me since I was his Master last. And he didn't always maintain the form of a child either."

She pauses a second and then asks, "Why does he keep that form? It seems so... odd..."

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"My sentiments precisely," he replied as the Cafe came into view. "Ah and finally we arrive," he added with a smile.

Doris smiled in the direction of the cafe. "I've been past here already, I've just never went in."

"It is hard to miss," he said opening the door to allow Doris to enter first. "Ladies first, Miss Lang."

She laughed again and walked through the door.

Well it had seemed he succeeded on taking her mind off the curse the day before and he smiled. "How about a window table?" he asked, pointing to some vacant tables and booths near the windows. "No need not to enjoy the day." He added.

"Mmn," she nodded in agreement.

He lead the way over to one of the tables he pointed out while waving a waitress over. "After the crazy weather week I am glad to see they have decided to make the days more tolerable," he said, as he pulled out Doris' chair for her. Still being a gentleman.

"Yeah, that is a relief. I don't know which was worse, the hot or the cold..." She sits down, still not sure what to make of being treated as such. "Probably the cold. You can always put on more layers of clothes, but it's a bit harder to take 'em off."

"I'm not much a fan of extremes hot or colds but I am certainly more use to dealing with cold then heat," he replied.

Arthur took the seat across from Doris as the waitress walked up to hand them menus. "I know we came for tea but if you are hungry feel free to order some food," he said checking over the menu. He would likely only be snacking since he did not actually need food.

"Ransylva leans more toward warmer than cooler weather--but that was just ridiculous..." She took the menu and opened it. In her 18 years she could count on one hand the number of times she had eaten in any establishment, or at least remembered doing so--and they were all from before her father died.

"I certainly agree. I have never experienced heat of that extreme. It was amazing no one actually died of heat exhaustion," he replied scanning the menu. "Anything striking your fancy?" he asked, eyes still on the menu.

"I'm a little surprized about that myself. But most people were probably like me and just laid low and drank a lot of water until it was over." She glanced over the lunch items on the menu again. "I guess I could eat something..." She frowned slightly at the menu, unsure of the prices, not recognising the requested currency. "Like I said, I never eat out. Do you have any suggestions?"

"Hmm, well I usually try out their muffins and scones when I drink tea here. I haven't eaten any of their sandwich selections. Integral seems to like their tarts. Do you have a sweet tooth or are in you the mood for something more filling?" He replied.

"It is my treat since I did offer the invitation." He added with a smile.

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