sirenspull | 9th Sortie

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9th Sortie

[The audio feed begins with a horrible screech as the recording NetVice and its attached receiver skid violently across a wooden floor, the clatter of metal against metal signaling the heavy device’s abrupt stop against the wall of the room it is recording from-- not that such would be visible, as only the audio function had been tripped by the sudden upset of the innocent device when it was brutally knocked from its rest on a table that was currently at risk for being next in line for mistreatment.

It’s not quite the end of the feed, though. No less than a second following the ungodly racket, a voice begins to yell from across the room. Despite the distance between the speaker and the recording device, his words come across loud and clear.

The speaker is young, English, and very, very angry.]

WHY?! Are we not charged with protecting this land-- even this wretched, filthy land-- from supernatural threats?! Is that not our duty to the Crown! Even if the cockroaches revive because of the Core, LET THEM DIE!! And IF they should reappear-- take them and condition them THEN as you will!!

I RE--

[Unfortunately, gravity elects that moment to shift the NV against the wall so that it snaps shut, cutting the transmission before the rest of the conversation can play out.

So sorry, network.]

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[Meanwhile, at the manor, Walter continued on with his tirade.]

--I REFUSE to play nice when they’ve done NOTHING to earn our leniency!!

[Look who oh so awkwardly pokes her head round the doorway.]

Um... is everything alright?

[Van Helsing stood as a tall and unshakable mount of sound judgement but sharp and thunderous reprimand. His red-cloaked silhouette was outlined by the dancing flames of the great hearth behind him as he watched Walter throw a fit more suited for a child several years his junior. Arms crossed over his shield-like chest he listened with building chagrin, a noticeable twitch of his brow, and a seething cigar smoking between his clenched teeth.

He knew well of the absolute indignant hatred and rightful irritation the young boy was currently shaking down the walls of their humble manor with. Van Helsing had on more than one occasion shouted the same lamentations and curse-laden diatribes to call Down the fury of Heaven and Up the flames of Hell upon the disgusting sanguinary creatures of this land.

It was only then for a soft hand to be touched to his shoulder and John Seward's voice of reason to caress his heated head and and put him at ease.

Unfortunate for the boy, Van Helsing had no such soft demeanor and complacency for this matter. Taking a long drag of his heavy death stick, the embers burning bright, he breathed out a tremendous roar fit for a wrathful dragon.]

ENOUGH!

Walter C. Dornez, there shall be none of this insubordination in my Order!

Think you that I speak these things with joy? Nay!

Be seated now at once! Listen that I not treat you as the child that you are, this is no request!

[He that begetteth a fool doeth it to his sorrow: and the father of a rebel hath no joy.

So clear to his father-heart, young Walter was playing a bitter fool. There was an oppressive force within the massive sitting room, as if the God of the Old Testament had come down from his lofty throne to stand amongst them. Abraham van Helsing's omnipotent presence alone could hush the most turbulent of maelstroms.

Poor dear Victoria, what a war-zone you've peeked your head into.]

[Now Seras is fairly sure she knows where Integra gets it from. She swallows, that's a rebuttal fit for a Helsing, alright.

Of course in the wake of such a furious yell she doesn't really know what to do, torn between making a quick escape or standing quietly in observance until their argument is calmed enough that she can interject. She chooses the latter for the moment, hands clasped together behind her back in the doorway.]

[As Van Helsing’s command resounded throughout the room, the normally subservient young man went rigid, his every muscle tensing as his body pressed back against the room’s small table. His words were effectively silenced, but even though his voice had gone quiet, his dissension was not quelled; it was present in the defiance of his gaze, the clenching of his fists, and the curl of his lips as he bared his teeth in frustration.

Yet, however slowly, he complied. Pressing his lips into a thin line, Walter took one hesitant, begrudging step at a time towards the set of chairs nestled on either side of the fireplace-- pausing only to briefly acknowledge his colleague's presence at the doorway with a wordless glance before continuing on to take his seat in the chair opposite from where the professor stood.

The belligerent butler sat ramrod-straight, his back flush against the back of the chair as he pressed his arms against the rests, his fingers curling tightly over the edges as he fixed the professor with a sullen stare.]

I'm listening, Sir.

You know, cockroaches is kind of harsh, don't you think? Little shits can barely protect themselves, and well.. I'm not so easy to step on.

Care to test out your theory? Or are you going to scurry away into a dark hole like a disease-ridden insect and make me come look for you.

Last thing I plan on doing is scurrying anywhere. Got a long night ahead of me, and the only holes I intend to end up in... well, let's say they'll be anything but cold.

And I'll bet you don't even buy them dinner first.

You catch on quick. Especially not when they are the dinner.

Just for that I'll be sure to let the rookie have a chance to rip off your balls.

Can you make sure that they do it real slow? I kinda like the whole sadomasochistic thing.

...

What?

Did I stutter?

No! I just... [That was really creepy okay.] Er, that won't be happening.

Oh well, then too bad. Could've had fun with that one.

No no no, really not.

Are you ready to go yet.

Yes. More than ready.

Time to get to work then.

Careful Walter.

There's only a light scratch on the floor. Nothing a good waxing won't fix.

Not what I meant.

The broadcast?

Hunting. This...there are other forces at work here.

Even in writing, you sound scared. It's my job. A little extra danger doesn't change that.

Trust me on this. These aren't toes to trod on.

So be careful.

Good night, Michael.

I'll be up, if you need medical care.

[ She knows that voice. ]

Mr. Dornez?!

[Now that was a voice he wasn't expecting to hear. So far only Michael and one of the rogue vampires had responded to his unintentional broadcast.

Figures he wouldn't be lucky enough for everyone else to miss it.]

What is it? We're about to leave.

[ If he's busy, she probably shouldn't be bothering him, but-- ]

Um, that-- [ Was a lot angrier than she'd ever heard him be, she wants to say, but that doesn't seem like a good idea. ]

--sounded like you were pretty mad. [ She's glad he isn't yelling at her, anyway. ] What happened?

I was given an order.

[His voice is cold, disdainful. Clearly, he didn't quite agree with the order he was given.]

[Amy's sullen, quiet voice is a sharp contrast to Walter's enraged speech.]

What are these cockroaches you speak of, Walter?

Trash eating whatever innocents they please and broadcasting their exploits to the immediate world.

One of them responded, if you want to have a listen for yourself.

Ah. I see what you mean now. [She frowns.] How disgraceful.

That's putting it lightly.

[There is a short pause as he encrypts the line.]

Will you be all right?

I only worry about how these cruel vampires would affect father's case.

I'm a little more worried about how those cruel vampires could turn public sentiment against you.

Only other newcomers know that I do feed on blood. I can still move about during the daytime. It isn't obvious to many that I am a vampire.

[There's an uneasy silence on his end, but he eventually settles on accepting her assurances... for the time being.]

I'm going out now. I have to try to find them before their kills make it to the triple-digits.

Would you need any assistance?

[That was a tough one to address. Without the information network they had at their disposal in their own world, pinning down the location of the rampaging vampires could take days-- if they even stuck to a particular area. As accomplished as they were as hunters, they needed more personnel to cover the island with any semblance of efficiency.

However, given his outburst earlier, it was possible that Walter would not be seen fit to hunt on his own or with someone outside the organization while the presently-rampaging vampires were still free. He had not asked whether he would be allowed to.

He also doubted that Amy had ever been instructed on how to capture a vampire.]

...I am not certain the professor would permit it in this instance.

I see. Very well, then.

[In any case, Amy had doubts about catching her own kind unless they were seriously doing damage to the community. Of course, in this case, she would want to take down the rouges without hesitation. After all, they could very well impact her father's trial.]

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