From Trashman to Trash

CCCXIV.

Thu, 24 Jul 2008 02:18:20 GMT

People Who Have Dangled Nnoitra on a String:
1. Me

Much better.

CCCXIII.

Sun, 20 Jul 2008 16:17:09 GMT

...

Wake me when this is over.

[ooc: Unaffected. Ya rly. He's been working on the hellhound form ICly for months, went out hunting in the Underground in it last night, and is going to spend the day curled up with his muzzle on his tail.]

CCCXII.

Mon, 14 Jul 2008 23:40:59 GMT

Better now, Ophelia? I should hope that was diversion enough for you.

Once again, allow me to offer my services to the citizens of the City. I am a weaponsmith specializing in firearms for the City's less... human constituency. Please no inquiries about swords or edged weapons.

CCCXI.

Mon, 14 Jul 2008 03:00:34 GMT

I'll be out this evening. If anyone would like some company, do let me know. I could use a change of scene for a time.

CCCX.

Wed, 18 Jun 2008 16:21:40 GMT

It's too bright in here. I can't seem to block the sun from getting through the cracks in the curtains and under the doors. It's everywhere and I hate it.

[ooc: He'll be spending the entire day in the one room of his apartment that has neither doors nor windows and will still be occasionally checking the walls to be sure that no tricksy sunlight is getting in.]

CCCIX.

Thu, 12 Jun 2008 17:43:26 GMT

There are so many poseurs here. So many people so certain of their deadliness. Most of you are nothing.

[ooc: >.< ]

CCCVIII.

Wed, 11 Jun 2008 16:22:09 GMT

What I fail to understand is how the City thinks this serves any purpose.

Was I supposed to rage and rant at being stuck to that... witch?

I took a nap. Thank you.

[ooc: Log for yesterday with Cirucci ~~will be up shortly~~ is up. =D Tags will possibly be slow because of work and LJ alert fail.]

CCCVII.

Sun, 01 Jun 2008 16:42:23 GMT

Yesterday was hardly conducive to posting on the network. The City does enjoy its little jabs at memory, doesn't it?

My friends, I must apologize for my protracted absence. I took a contract for a rather persistent resident of the underground, and it was a new experience for me to create a weapon for someone with more limbs than usual. I believe she is satisfied with the results, but I suspect that those of you who hunt the Underground for sport may not appreciate it as much.

[ooc: The resident is an NPC to excuse the fact that I've been comment spamming a bit with Walter, but hardly posting with him at all. Or anyone for that matter. Of course, if your character happens to run into a multi-limbed female something in the Underground who happens to be using a shiny new high-power automatic weapon, feel free to blame Walter. He got paid; he's not invested in whether she lives or dies afterwards.]

CCCVI.

Mon, 05 May 2008 15:18:44 GMT

Alucard, I want you in Coffin right now. It won't do you any good sitting up with Arthur. And put on a sweater and get him an extra blanket.

I've a pot of chicken soup on the stove for him for when he wakes.

As for the rest of you, keep the noise down and I don't want to hear a peep out of you bothering either Alucard or Arthur today. Do you hear me?

CCCV.

Sat, 03 May 2008 17:43:13 GMT

You're feeling: Unhappy
To your left: Alucard
On your mind: The nature of self-determination
Last meal included: Dust
You sometimes find it hard to: Let people take care of me
The weather: I don't care
Something you have a collection of: Books
A smell that cheers you up: Tea
A smell that can ruin your mood: Corpses
How long since you last shaved: A year and a half
The current state of your hair: Mussed
The largest item on your desk/workspace (not computer): Lathe
Your skill with chopsticks: Deadly
Which section you head for first in a bookstore: DIY
Something you're craving: Blood
How many times have you been hospitalized this year: None
Favourite place to go for a quiet moment: My workshop
You've always secretly thought you'd be a good: Parent
Something that freaks you out a little: The nature of self-determination
Something you've eaten too much of lately: Nothing
You have never: Kissed a U.S. president
You never want to: Kissed a U.S. president
Where is your significant other? To my left
Your hair? On my head
Your mother? Dead
Your father? Dead
Your favorite thing? A day that goes exactly as I want it
Your dream last night? None
Your favorite drink? Tea
Your dream/goal? Sanity
The room you're in? Arthur's
Your ex? Gone
Your fear? Losing my sanity
Where do you want to be in 6 years? Here
Where were you last night? Here
What you're not? Human
Muffins? No, thank you
One of your wish list items? New materials
Where you grew up? London
The last thing you did? Tidied up
What are you wearing? Shadows
Your TV? Boring
Your pets? I don't have one
Your computer? Here
Your life? Mine
Your mood? Pensive
Missing someone? Strangely
Your car? No
Something you're not wearing? Underwear
Favorite Store? ?
Your summer? Foggy
Like someone? Yes
Your favorite color? Red
When is the last time you laughed? A couple of days ago
Last time you cried? Last year

I didn't choose to fill that out, and now it won't delete.

CCCIV.

Fri, 02 May 2008 17:27:41 GMT

Reeve, please do not come in to work today.

[ooc: And that's all he's going to say about this and that for the moment.]

CCCIII.

Wed, 30 Apr 2008 03:27:57 GMT

We have had so many opportunities to play of late.

[ooc: Too much killing does a body good if you're a vampire? What it does for one's mental state is another matter. He'll be fine in a few days if he can actually have some calm.]

CCCII.

Thu, 24 Apr 2008 04:46:45 GMT

My glass shall not persuade me I am old,
So long as youth and thou are of one date;
But when in thee time's furrows I behold,
Then look I death my days should expiate.
For all that beauty that doth cover thee,
Is but the seemly raiment of my heart,
Which in thy breast doth live, as thine in me:
How can I then be elder than thou art?
O! therefore love, be of thyself so wary
As I, not for myself, but for thee will;
Bearing thy heart, which I will keep so chary
As tender nurse her babe from faring ill.
Presume not on thy heart when mine is slain,
Thou gav'st me thine not to give back again

CCCI.

Tue, 22 Apr 2008 15:44:03 GMT

For the record, I am not the Angel of Death killing anyone with a gun. I make guns; I have no need to use them.

[ooc: He didn't see Seras' post, obviously, but it's a clarification he'd make anyway. He misses the old days when all he had to do was hate on Mengele for also using the name. Not when every Tom, Dick, and Harry seemed to be an Angel of Death or shinigami. ETA: I'll get back to pinging with Metatron after work. He's a lot harder to write than Walter.]

CCC.

Sun, 20 Apr 2008 15:20:49 GMT

[See that shadow? Now you don't.]

There is no such thing as vampires. That is a craze among the mad, the wishful, and the disaffected. We are in a modern era where superstition should not hold such sway.

[ooc: Disinformation go?]

CXCIX.

Mon, 14 Apr 2008 20:15:25 GMT

Hn. I did not sign on for this cruise. ~~There's nothing like being suspended over what is effectively a seething pit of acid to ruin a vampire's night.~~

Still, there's no way home at the moment, I suppose I will avail myself of the entertainments. Pup, you will stay inside or below decks at all times. I don't need you sliding off into the water because you didn't judge a headlong dash properly.

Private to Henry
I must apologize for the attack. I was not... myself at the time.

[ooc: Hellsing canon has the ocean as a bad, bad place for vampires.]

CXCVIII. Accidental Voice Post

Sat, 12 Apr 2008 16:39:14 GMT

Creature drawer. Creature drawer.

[the sound of a drawer sliding open, the barest beginning of a squeaky voice saying Cth- and a wet squish]

No.

[hums softly while the sound of water and scrubbing might be discerned in the background]

I don't know why sometimes. I just don't. It simply mystifies me.

[ooc: I long ago made up my own bit of fanon that Walter likes Cole Porter. He's a contemporary of Walter's youth when he'd have been forming musical tastes, and a semi-out public figure in a time when open homosexuality was a no-no. The song that he's humming not terribly well is You Do Something to Me. YouTube here.]

CXCVII.

Tue, 25 Mar 2008 00:35:40 GMT

I have not yet discerned a pattern in these occasional attacks of protracted, random curses. I suppose that, after a fashion, that is part of their pattern.

Let us remember that the curses are not who we are.

Reeve, when you are ready to begin, I will be pleased to have your assistance.

Rae, I assume the handcuffs are gone. Are you planning to keep the chain permanently?

Arthur?

Pup, you're lucky you were cursed.

Private//Personal
I suppose one can say "what if" what if?" for years to no avail. Then the City can answer those questions in a single day. What if I had never been brought to Hellsing's service? I would have done even more harm in a far shorter life than I did in the life I lived. Or would I?

It hardly matters. What's done is done.

I tell myself that. I tell myself that I have made peace with what I did in my life, but I think sometimes that I lie. There are times when it is still difficult to reconcile the fact that the traitor in Hellsing's midst was the very same man I looked at in the mirror every day, certain that I was a loyal servant unto death.

Sometimes I look at myself in the mirror and wonder if I have done wrong to distance myself from Integral. Is it too late to undo the damage I did with the hand I had in her upbringing? I loathe the defeatism inherent in saying it is, but she is very set in her ways - too rigid, too reactionary, too certain that she is right.

I had a hand in that, but now I cannot bring myself to look upon it. Coward.

Almost a year ago...

CXCVI. Voice Post

Sun, 23 Mar 2008 04:33:55 GMT

[muttered]

Huh. What the Hell am I doing in a coffin? Did I miss my own hanging? Count on them to bollocks something as simple as getting someone to dance at the end of the rope.

[the sound of a lid thumping to the floor]

Huh. Posh. Suppose it won't hurt to take a few things on my way out the door.

[ooc: So, one of my favorite little bits of characterization has to do with the fact that Walter is a vicious, violent, and occasionally remorseless man under a thin veneer of urbanity. Given the made-up background that I use for Walter's characterization here - that he was a war orphan Alucard caught picking his pocket - one can wonder what would happen to a young thief with a vicious streak and preternatural speed if he had never tried to pick that particular pocket. I'm going to play with that a bit with the Road Not Taken curse. So he's human and in his 30s and just missed his own execution.]

CXCV.

Fri, 21 Mar 2008 15:39:06 GMT

I expected to have some problems from the time I woke up speech. I am, trying to translate my computer, but it is interference.

This is exactly what I do not need a puppy to full-grown as a vampire Arthur as a hellhound.

[ooc: Lost in Translation curse. I'm just going to put everything through google trans from English to Japanese and then back to English again for all of his responses.]

CXCIV.

Thu, 20 Mar 2008 20:19:56 GMT

Really, an interesting twist to the usual gender change, what with all aspects of sexuality touched upon.

I do hope that even in your cursed states, you remembered those little precautions that make the day after just a bit less stressful.

Private to Alucard, no special encryption
Alucard, we will be having a guest this afternoon. I expect that you will be interested in meeting him, as he is a prospect for my new assistant and I am attempting to include you in the final decision.

[ooc: Comment log for Reeve and Girlycard (and Pup and Rae, since they're in the apartment), journal comments for everyone else unless you're planning to drop by his apartment.]

CXCIII.

Thu, 20 Mar 2008 01:19:41 GMT

No, Pup, I did not have you castrated.

No, I do not feel the wanton urge to spend the day in meaningless sex with acquaintances.

Yes, I am again female.

No, I am not troubled by it. In fact, I have a certain fondness for these curses, providing me with my final freedom from Millennium as the last one did.

I think I may be able to control this gender matter on non-curse days now. Only time will tell.

Rae, I hope you aren't overly bothered or affected. If there is anything I can do to help you, you have but to ask.

I am seeking a new assistant.
I should have done so some time ago, but I did not. If you are capable of following instructions, preferably with some skill with tools, or even better with actual experience in weaponsmithing, please inquire here. I can be flexible regarding many thing, including hours, and of course, curses.

CXCII.

Sun, 16 Mar 2008 19:32:45 GMT

I hope that Tony has found his way home safely. I looked in the fountain, but it showed nothing to tell me if he did.

Private//Personal
I will not tell the story of what I saw in the fountain to others. The elder Alucard and Integral are convinced that they will have a brighter future. What I saw was not a brighter future. What I saw was a wasteland. London as a late-century Hiroshima.

Let it be that their brighter future is the truth.

As much as I claim to value the truth, I lie.

That last curse has left me considering the matter of secrets and lies. Secrets destroyed my life, but secrets were also the foundation of my life. Millennium and Hellsing were both bastions of secrets. My service to either was characterized by the keeping of dire secrets.

I tell myself that I am honest with Alucard, but there are necessary fictions we must maintain if we are to be happy. The fiction that I can be content with his body as it is. The fiction that his moments of creeping madness do not trouble me.

They are not lies. But they are not truths.

CXCI.

Fri, 14 Mar 2008 01:09:36 GMT

Dust. He was full of dust.

Can you imagine anything more disappointing after a hunt than to find your prey filled with dust?

I don't even want to talk about it.

I don't really want to talk about anything. I especially don't want to talk about my frustration with being in a relationship with someone who can only look like an adult when another deigns to share the form.

I am an adult man with no pedophilic tendencies. I want another adult all the time. I want--

I want these damned curses to stop. No one wants to hear about my relationship woes, wants, or regrets.

Let me instead think on my workshop. Tools all in order. My domain as it should be. I want order and control except in situations where I can let go and let--

Damn.

CXC.

Sun, 09 Mar 2008 03:41:21 GMT

I think I've lost track of how many times this event has come around. We will be mobbed for a day and then the horde will likely disappear to wherever they come from.