sirenspull | CANTO II: [video]-accidental(ish)

[The NV is looking up at the ceiling of a room in the Tower Apartments. Dante's voice comes lazily from off screen.]

I dunno what's causing this sickness. If it's guilt or whatever. And frankly? I don't give a damn.

[The sound of bare feet padding across the floor followed by the distant tinkle of a glass being filled.]

Nope. What I'm more interested in is how this all started. Whatever this disease is, it's not exactly normal. It has to have come from somewhere. Or someone.

I think someone's fucking with us.

[Dante pads into view, looking down at the NV. He's just stepped out of the shower and has a towel wrapped around his waist. His features are haggard and he's clearly been ravaged by the disease in question. Luckily for him, the interference of a certain golden lion has restored some of his energy and he is no longer dying.]

[One hand is raised across his chest, grasping a small glass of something that appears to be alcoholic. He lowers the hand, offering a better, but only momentary, view of his bare torso when he realizes he has accidentally set the device to video instead of voice. If the gesture seems like he's showing off, it's because he is. Then he steps away again and there's the sound of him landing, rather than sitting, on his couch.]

Question is who? And why?

[There's silence as he considers his own question. The glass makes a tinkling sound again as he takes a sip.]

Hm. Well. If ya got it, just try to rest. Worrying about it will only make it worse.

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You know what.

[Yeah, he does, he disappears off screen and there's audible shuffling.]

I just got here. I don't have anyone talk to, if that is even a cure.

[He comes back into screen pulling a tight black shirt over his head.]

Guess I just have shitty timing.

[He reaches off screen for a red vest, his expression darkening slightly.]

You know?

Thank you.

[ She visibly relaxes somewhat, leaning back in her seat as she listens to him. ]

...I know.

[ Still, she shakes her head. ]

Still, admitting your guilt is the one sure fire way to save yourself. I did not want to do it, either, but there is no choice in the matter.

[He finishes buckling on his vest. Yes, buckling.]

I think I'll take my changes with the plague.

I know everyone has their baggage, but I like to carry mine alone.

I thought I could do that, too. But it is impossible... however, you are a grown man, and I am not your mother, so I will not lecture you. Do as you wish, but you'd be a fool not to make yourself better.

Making myself feel better by making someone else feel worse isn't really my style.

It wouldn't make me feel any worse, if you'd like to attempt to tell me. I wouldn't say anything, either; it isn't any of my business to begin with. [ She shrugs. ] I know you're going to say no because we don't even know one another and you've already stated you don't want to say anything to a stranger, but at least I can make the offer.

You're right.

[A feeble smile]

But thanks for the offer, lady.

...My name is Sir Integra Hellsing. [ She shrugs. ] What is your name?

Anthony Redgrave. People call me "Tony", though.

Pleased to meet you, Mr. Redgrave. You seem like an interesting person... don't do something stupid like die from this disease.

Heh.

I'll try to stock up on chicken soup.

...It won't help much. But you already know my suggestion.

Chamomile tea will help relax you, at the very least.

I'm relaxed!

I've got a nice chill going on.

[He's very obviously not relaxed.]

Yes, I can tell. [ SARCASM. ]

...Lavender tea helps, too.

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