Welcome to Gaia! ::

Pip raised his eyes slightly from beneath the brim of his hat. He had only just arrived with the rest of the Wild Geese last night, and already he could tell that this place was going to be hell to start with. Pip gazed at Walter out of the corner of his eye.
Vampires, zis bloody freak says. he thinks incredulously. Zey must really think we're gullible. He snickers softly as Walter continues to deliver a speech to some of the remaining Hellsing crew about continuing on where they left off.
Something about their boss..Integral, or something like that. Pip laughs to himself at the thought of some pompous english b*****d sitting in jail. That cheered him up somewhat. Pip glanced at another figure among the men. She was dressed in a police uniform, with short blonde hair and the wierdest eyes Pip had ever seen. Red..despite zat, she's pretty cute.
Pip leaned back in his chair and positioned his hat over his eyes again. After all, zere's no harm in sleeping when it looks like I'm awake, no? He grinned.

((Sorry if I took a little liberty with Seras and Walter.. sweatdrop ))

Rhia stands in the croud of Hellsing staff, she had recently gotten out of the local hostpital and was in near perfect health, although Hellsing surely wasnt.

Luke was standing next to his brother Jan. He slapped his arm around his brother's neck and said.
"Jan, brother you get so loud and abnoxious when we have business to attend to."

A young, attractive woman stood in the shadows, invisible to anyone she didn't want to see her. At the time, that would include just about everyone present. Mahogany eyes narrowing, her gaze flickered over to Schrodinger. "Ah, so they are here, eh?" she murmured to herself darkly in a thick Russian acccent. "Damned monsters..." Dark brown hair whipping against her face in the breeze, Sonya Ksanochka Alexandrovna bit her lip in anger.

Pip looked up again to scan the crowd. His brief nap had been unpleasant, what with this overwhelming feeling like he was being watched by more than one pair of eyes. His eyes went around the walls of the Hellsing complex, assesing, scanning, probing for weaknesses. Things he normally didn't need to worry about. He caught the owner of one set of eyes quickly turning away from him. The man looked a fairly decent bloke. "No self-respecting man would be comfortable in those clothes." He said under his breath with a smile. Pip checked his own clothing. Compaired to what most of the staff was wearing around him, he couldn't help but laugh. "You'd think zey'd have just attended a funeral or something like zat." He said in the same tone. It looked like the speech was almost over. Great, Pip thought with sarcasm. And now, ze tour...

Rhia glanced around and saw a few.... unwelcome characters. Now that Hellsing castle was for the most part destroyed, she didnt have to worry about being a maid. Her main problem now was covering up what was downstairs and fufilling the...... previous tennants needs. She looked back up the the front and made a mental note to find where she could get some decent weapons for future..... events.

The snow fell, covering the bodies in a white coat. They had been Russian soldiers, en route to man a vital pass along the border with German Poland. Thinking the nonagression pact protected them from imminent attack, they had been relaxed and careless. Now their blood steamed on the frozen earth.

In their midst stood a man in a black SS uniform, whiping blood from his mouth. It was not his blood. A gun was strung from his back, the magazine full. He would have prefered to stay and cut some suveniers from the dead men's bodies, but the cannon in the distance told him that Barberossa had already begun. Smiling, he ran into the woods toward his next objective.

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Oskar awoke from his dream and lay smiling. It was one of his best memories: the first time he had gotten to use his vampiric powers in the field. That had been fun, every minute of it. But too long ago.

He rose, stretching, from his coffin. He dressed meticulusly. Oskar always enjoyed the morning ritual. Polishing his boots and his daggers, placing everything in the proper location. The knives, the whip, the Luger, the throwing stars, his father's sword, the portrait. After brushing his long black hair and trimming his sideburns, Oskar left his quarters.

Dear Shrodinger had been absent on a mission for some time. If rumor held true, he was scouting for the war they had been waiting for for so long. The training that the verevolves had been going through suggested the leap outward would happen very soon. Perhapes the Major was planning to announce is intentions this very day.

Oh, to return to the field of slaughter, to kill, to exterminate. Oskar had waited far too long.