sirenspull | ♱ 8 - Accidental Video ♱

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♱ 8 - Accidental Video ♱

[ Good afternoon, everyone. Please, enjoy your view of one Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing, standing in the kitchen of the Stoker Manor, her blazer off, white sleeved shirt covered by the... pink apron she's wearing.

What is she doing, you might ask? She's attempting to cook, and by the looks of the kitchen, which is now a complete and utter DISASTER, she's not doing well.

Grumbling something, the heiress simply stares over at the stove, watching as the water she put on it just sort of boils over, along with the stupid spaghetti she put in it far too early. She continues staring for a moment, as though she really can't believe that this is happening, before she finally moves to turn the stove off.

In the process, however, she steps in some of the water that has boiled over onto the floor [fortunately, she's got shoes on!] and slides across it, having to rather ungracefully grapple onto the counter top to stay on her feet. This also sets off a chain reaction; a few of the jars that were on the counter are knocked down, crashing loudly onto the floor, sending whatever was in them splattering all over the place. ]

For fucks sake-- [ Fortunately, it is at this point the feed decides to end. ]

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Yes. We'll eat dinner first, though, hm? It's a bit gorey, and while something tells me it wouldn't bother you... eating spaghetti while watching it just isn't appealing.

[...eff his life.]

No, I guess not.

[He tested the sauce, before shutting off the heat to both burners.]

That should be good now.

[He pushed himself up to his toes, looking through the cabinets for a strainer.]

...Think of Alucard. In shark form.

[ She chuckled, moving to go pull out two plates and some forks. ]

...that doesn't help.

[He drained the pasta, shaking it out as well as he could, before splitting it between the two plates.]

I wasn't intending for that to help.

[ This time, she couldn't stop from laughing. Poor Soma... this house would have the poor young man traumatized at some point. Popping a fork onto his plate, and then one onto hers, she shifted to get a few napkins as well, before glancing back at him. ]

Did you want me to grab anything to drink before we head to the table?

[Soma sighed, shaking his head, before spooning the sauce out on top of the noodles.]

Yeah, just a soda for me. I'll grab the plates.

Alright.

[ She moves to the refrigerator and pulls out a soda at random for Soma, before just grabbing a bottle of water for herself. With that done and out of the way, she was headed to the dining room. ]

[Soma followed behind, a plate in each hand that was soon set down on the dining table. He picked a seat next to Integra, instead of on the other side of the table; maybe it was a bit improper, but he rather sit next to her when they were the only two eating.]

[ Integra didn't seem to mind at all. She leaned back in her seat, twirling a bit of pasta on her fork. ]

So, other than this incident... how did your day go?

Well enough. I've been studying mostly.

College entrance exams are next week; I want to be sure I'm prepared.

Ah, that close already? Hm. I briefly considered attempting college here, but it's probably best I don't.

Why do you say that?

Because I am fairly sure I would not do well. [ She shrugs. ]

[He pointed his fork accusingly at her.]

Don't think that. How can you know if you don't try?

[ She blinked, before pointing her fork right back at him, jabbing it in the air. ]

It's simple, really. I don't exactly do well socially, if you haven't noticed. It just wouldn't be a good idea, not to mention I suppose I realized that for me, college just doesn't even... I'll never need a use for it. My future has been laid out in stone for me already.

[Soma's fork relented, but he didn't. He rested his head on his free hand, twirling some noodles on his fork.]

How can your future be set in stone, if you're on another world now? It sounds more like an excuse to me.

[ A brow lifted. He had a point, but she wasn't about to just give up. ]

It doesn't matter. When we return home, assuming we do at some point, we won't remember any of this anyways, so what is the point? It's hardly an excuse, Soma.

If we're not going to remember it, then why not use the time we have to do what we would never do on our worlds?

[Soma smiled slightly. YOUR ARGUMENTS ARE INVALID, INTEGRA.]

Yes, that was my original thought. I don't know, really. I just don't do well out in public.

[ GDAMN YOU, SOMA CRUZ. She smiled wearily in return, before prodding at her noodles. ]

Besides, I have other things to do.

[Soma relented at that, but he still offered her a faint smile.]

Just don't forget to live your own life, you know. And I don't mean the life you feel obligated to live.

Mm, I've promised to home school Walter... and his education takes priority for now.

[ She chuckled at Soma's words. She knew exactly what he meant. ]

...I know. Thank you.

[Soma grinned slightly, before turning his focus onto his meal.]

So... what about your plans for that, um... fighting monsters, defending innocents thing?

I still very much plan on doing that, yes. Thus far, you are the only one I have told, not even Alucard or Walter know.

[ Taking a sip of her water, the young heiress glanced from her spaghetti back to her companion. ]

Furthermore, I am unsure if I want to run such an organization out of this house. I fear I would put the others in danger, so I am considering relocating.

Well... where else would be safe enough to run such a thing then?

Somewhere in a more remote location. Where people wouldn't want to to go... basically, somewhere that is far, far away from most others.

[ She shrugged. There was a reason she was attempting to learn how to cook, after all. ]

I am unsure if I can take Alucard with me or not, because while I am his master at home, here it is a completely different story. My grandfather is, technically, his true master here. I don't know about Seras, either; she's already got a job as a police officer and I will not pull her from her duties.

[ Because they'd already done so once, when she'd died and chosen this lifestyle. ]

And I'm most certainly not going to drag you along for the ride, either. You've got your studies to think about first and foremost.

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