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  1. Girlycard: Even though it had been made quite clear by the man's radiant spirit that he was very able to protect himself against some of the worst facets of evil that the world's surface was scathed by, there was a possibility that these vampires weren't exactly the most familiar enemy that he'd ever encountered. How droll! Well, in opposition to the foe upon which Sir Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing had sicked this evil-exterminator, Alucard might even make a new friend tonight! Semantics aside, there were more bitter issues at hand, and her master may be more than a little upset if the objective of this sojourn to Japan wasn't met. Not that she was adverse to annoying Integra -- in fact, the situation was an exact inverse -- but there were times when she'd rather not have her head filled with the shells of holy retribution. She was a beast, that Hellsing, and she wasn't afraid of issuing punishment where it was due.
  2. Painstakingly raising a hand onto the top of her firearm, Alucard pulled the slider into place, preparing to take a shot into the darkness in a direction where her vampiric abilities had picked out her target's heart to the nines. It was a new night-walker, but since it'd shacked up here, it must have had buddies telling it what to do. In which case, it actually wasn't a smart idea to banish it with bullets ... but consume its blood in order to figure out what it knows. That was greatly unfortunate, because this vampire ... just happened not to be a virgin. Anymore. It had been when it was turned, but it wasn't anymore. Ugh. The blood of deflowered vampires wasn't even fractionally as fulfilling as virginal blood.
  3. Regardless, she filed the Casull back into the bust of her outfit, and then turned toward Byakuya. "I could query the same of you, not-quite-human -- not often are there people of your accord walking around so freely even during hours of the moonlight. Wouldn't you agree, man of soul-banishing, that tonight is ideal for a bite to drink?" Despite that she took the form of this small girl, the pitch of her voice was entirely that of a man; it held bass, velvet attributes, and it cascaded like calm waters over the air as she spoke.
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