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Wandering the Manor (OPEN); Rusty goes walkabout
Topic Started: Jul 11 2012, 07:57 AM (1,045 Views)
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The door slammed shut behind him and Rusty slumped, sitting on the floor and his back to the door, letting out a monumental sigh. After exiting his own private room, the mechanic clutched at his hair and let loose with a loud frustrated yell.

Let's recap in no particular order:

1) He'd found out a few days ago that he was now considered an S-Class criminal and all that that implied.
2) The Halford and the Death Leopard had both been sacrificed.
3) His dad had been recalled back into active service and was probably being forced to hunt his ass down.
4) The majority of his friends were still stuck in Wadatsumi and had the N.O.L breathing down their neck.
5) The N.O.L's ENTIRE ARMY was coming to bring the pain on his home town of Wadatsumi
6) The Duct Tape had been vapourised by that weird kill sat thing that the Air Corps used.
7) He'd left half of the kit he'd wanted to bring just lying in the street.
8) His weapon attempts had either not gotten past design stage or just "didn't feel right"
9) He'd come from a COLOSSAL slanging match with Tsubaki that neither of them had won and both had lost.
10) His soul was being housed in a guitar pick around his neck and if removed, he could lose it forever.
11) He was being kept alive only by small seithr generators operating under his skin.
12) He was tired, pissed off and above all, scared out of his wits.

With a loud THUNK, the back of his head impacted against the wooden door, bringing out a curse from the mechanic as he rubbed his sensitive cranium. As he did, he felt the machine port there and sighed again. Unconsciously, his other hand wormed it's way up and gripped his Soul Pick, the slight warmth giving him some modicum of comfort.

Man...it's just one thing after another. Non stop.

Thank God Rachel managed to let us stay here. She is a fucking Godsend.


Rusty's room, the one he had just slammed shut behind him, had been relatively spartan apart from a workbench for him to unload his tools onto. Either Rachel had been panning this for a while or the rooms adapted considering who was staying in them. At this point, both possibilities had equal merit. She was a crafty one, after all. After the argument with Tsubaki, Rusty had just unloaded onto the bench and tried to start work on his potential new weapon again, diagrams and schematics being produced with as much detail as he could but it always ended in failure. There was always one key component missing, or the weight wasn't light enough, or the seithr current wouldn't work or it just. didn't. Feel! RIGHT!

With another frustrated yell, he slammed his fist down on the floor and stood up before taking a breath.

Take ten. Seriously, this isn't going to get better if you keep running into a brick wall like this. You're worried about the others, but you can't combat train with no weapon and you can't work on something due to not having any design to work on.

His brain was right. He had to do something to keep his mind off of things. Looking up, he saw a painting on the wall. It looked like a family portrait but as he got closer, Rusty noticed details that perked his interest. Like how the spiky haired butler was actually Valkenhayn R. Hellsing of Six Heroes fame. Like how the little girl was actually Miss Rachel Alucard herself. He looked at the centrepiece of the image. An old man, beard long and trailing to the floor, an aura of royalty and seriousness exuded from his facial features.

Is that...Rachel's father?

Staring at the picture for a few moments longer, the mechanic found himself wandering down the hallway, looking at the designs on the wall, the suits of armour that lined the corridors and the various paintings and tapestries that lined the way. Pretty soon, he found himself enjoying this little art exhibition, his mind calming down slightly.

Well, I know what I'm doing for the next few hours. Hope I don't run into the Happy Couple again though. That'd put a dampener on things.

Wandering the mansion and exploring it... Sounded like a good way to try and calm down.
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"This is so freaking awesome!"

A deaf man could hear the excited yell that echoed through the castle. If one listened closely, they could hear the pitter-patter of boots hitting the floors. They could sometimes hear other assorted sounds of joy, from an impressed whistle to an energetic laugh.

The source of these sound were-

Oh come on, who do you think it is?

"Zeu, this is amazing!" Albus exclaimed as he wandered the halls and praised the Gothic architecture. Or more like, bouncing from every piece of furniture and every door or window and having rapid-fire fanboy moments.

You see, Albus has a love for the history and cultures of the pre-Dark War era. One defining characteristic of some cultures and eras is architecture.

Gothic turned out to be something he really liked, especially since Gothic architecture is unheard of after the Dark War.

And so, this brought us to the present, where our little Glass Meister was running through the mansion like a kid in a candy store. A candy store that sold toys out the back. He had loosened his scarf slightly, not so much that it would fall off, but looser than he normally wore it. It's one loose end trailed and fluttered behind him with every movement. If one were to observe him, the likely would have likened the scarf to some sort of small tail.

"Ah man, this looks great!" He claimed, gazing intently at a very impressive looking fireplace in what appeared to be some sort of living room. His eyes wandered to an elegant and expensive looking chair across from it. He dashed over to it and belly-flopped right into it.

"Ierá chália, what is this thing made out of?" He inquired to the air as he rubbed his face alone the extremely soft material. He had a lazy grin on his face. "It's so soooooft!"

He once again found something else to swoon over. The very sight of him made him gasp. He pushed himself off of the chair and made his way over to the end of the room.

There, high on the wall, was a beautiful stained glass window. In it, the faceless figures of an old man, what appeared to be some blond-haired child, and a intimidating looking butler could be made out of it. It was apparently a family portrait of some kind, for the residents to observe anytime they came into the room.

Albus observed the window for a full thirty seconds, slack-jawed and flabbergasted. Then, without warning he collapsed to the ground and started rolling back and forth like a little child.

"This place is so effing cool!"




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Jotting some notes down on a spare notepad after having a look at some regal blade held one handed by one of the suits or armour, Rusty heard the fanboy squeal coming from another room.

Well, let's check. This is Rachel's house, so neither she nor Valkenhayn would act like that. Happy Couple are probably too busy making out to be out at this time. So that leaves us with...

The mechanic opened the door, eyebrow arched at the scene before him. Albus Scaslivy, rolling about on the floor like an extremely happy puppy. Part of him was extremely tempted to boot him in the head and ask what the hell he thought he was doing, especially since Rachel owned this place, but then he saw the stain glass representation himself and just let out a long drawn out whistle.

"God DAMN, how long must that have taken?!" he asked aloud, eyes wide. "Seriously, the Alucard family must be mega loaded for this kind of work to be done to the place!"

Walking over to Albus, the rocker just stared at the window for a few moments more, slack jawed, before shaking his head and looking down at the fanboy, still rolling about.

"You might wanna pick yourself up, Albus. Rachel's already insulted your sex drive, you act any more like this, she'll compare you to a dog in more ways than one." the teen joked, with a smirk on his face. To be honest, he was glad to find a friendly face. After a few more seconds, an idea came to his head and the smirk became a sincere excited grin. "C'mon, this place probably has way better stuff the more we explore, right? As long as we don't break anything, we should be cool! Can you imagine what kinds of Pre Dark War stuff they've got here?!"

It made Rusty slightly giddy.

"Oh man, if they have a Pre Dark War hot rod or motorcycle...."
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"There's a garage, alright, but it's locked up." Ashley Dumainn comments from a seperate entrance to the den. She smiles brightly and knocks on the side of the doorframe she's leaning on. "Mind if I join?"

Without waiting she wanders in and plops herself down on a poofy chair, almost literally sinking into it. Her skin is still slightly wet and her hair gleams from water, and she's changed into a casual T-shirt and pants. The former has been inscribed with the logo I went to programming school and all I got was lousy C+. She pats some of the dampness out of her loose, long hair with a towel.

"So you all managed to get out too? Right on." She says with a thumbs-up. "Boss is still waiting to hear from Micah, but it looks like everyone's managed to get to safety."
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"Ehehehe..." Albus breathed out, finally calming down slightly. He had his arms across his stomach and began to breath slowly. "This is the kind of stuff I love, Rusty..."

After wiping his brow, Albus lifted himself into a sitting position. He heard Ashley enter and nodded in acknowledgement.

"Hey there." He greeted, still sitting cross-legged on the floor. "You're, ah, Ashley, right?" He rubbed the back of his head apologetically. "Triste, I'm still learning most of you Monoc guys, sans Jagd of course."

Using his hands, Albus rose to his feet and glanced at Rusty. "That sounds cool, Rusty. I'm game for that." He brought his attention back to Ashley. "Do you wanna join us? Or are ya too tired from the excitement of the last few hours?"




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"Nah, fair enough, mate. S'like you seeing me if I found the original Blizzard of Oz LP." The mechanic agreed, offering him a hand up off the floor. He couldn't fault Albus for fanboying over what he loved to do. Hell, Rusty used to wield a guitar into battle, how's THAT for fanboyism?

Hearing the woman's voice, Rusty looked over his shoulder at her knock. He froze. The Soul Pick glowed bright white for a moment under his shirt before reverting back to it's dim glow again.

.....justgottenouttheshowerandaroundmyagegoddamndon'tscrewitupyoumechanicbastard...

Good to see he was getting back to his old self at least. Quickly giving her a once over whilst Albus distracted her (Not too bloody bad!), the rocker just grinned in relief.

"You guys all made it out of there then? That's great news! I need to talk with Jagd later anyway." he mentioned off-hand. "Err...never got to say it personally but thanks a lot for the Wadatsumi Cauldron. We didn't have time at the actual assault and I've been pretty rushed but...yeah, gonna shut up before I embarrass myself." he trailed off, looking irritated at his own rambling.

Mercifully, Albus saved him.

"Sweet, although that's really unfortunate on the garage front. Would have been funny to see if Rachel was a petrolhead or not."
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Ashley nods. "That's me. Don't worry, it always takes everyone a little while to pick me an' big sis apart." She bounces on the chair slightly, enjoying its poofiness. "Here's the easy way: Isley wears really tight pants, all the time." A wicked grin. "And she has callused hands. Me, I'm the computer geek, so -" She holds up hands that are soft and long-fingered, a pianist's hands " - not so much for me."

The girl glances over at Rust and nods. "Boss is stuck in the medbay for a little bit, that big hairball got teeth into him." A shadow passes over her face momentarily. "He's okay, at least. Been a rough week, all round."

Ashley shakes her head and kicks her legs up over the edge of the chair. "But Boss and Mom said it needed doing, so we're getting it done." she says with a firm nod. "S' good to see somebody taking care of family. How is Nu, anyways? I haven't seen her yet."
Class. Dig it up, dust it off, hang that shit crooked on an ear. My halo's a land mine rind, amigo.

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"Heh, okay then." Albus awkwardly said to Ashley's first point. He was worried that she'd be offended that he wouldn't remember the name. Hey, when you've lived in the streets, you don't know how some people may react to something you say.

At the second topic, though, he raised a questioning eyebrow. "Big hairball...? The hell did they throw at you guys?"
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Rusty laughed a little at Ashley's difference maker between her and her sister.

"So next time I should ask to hold your hands to tell the difference if I can't stare at your bottom half?" he cracked, though he blanched at the word 'computers'. "Eeeeeyeah...err...I'm not the one for software stuff. If you're the expert, I'm gonna have to come to you every single time I get faced with a screen."

He shuddered at a memory.

"Can't believe I blew it up trying to play Minesweeper."

Still, the mechanic got back into it as Albus asked his question.

"Jesus, the Big Guy just keeps taking the hits, doesn't he?" Rusty spoke, awe-struck. "What the hell keeps him GOING? He'd outlive Rasputin at this stage, god damn! Least he's in the best possible place. Is Epsilon with him? He said that Jagd'd be getting some kind of nanite injection thing that would help with injuries and stuff..."

...this is the first meeting with another 'of legal looking age' female in quite a while and you cannot just shut the fuck up. STOP RAMBLING, DUDE!!!! GET TO ANSWERING HER QUESTION!

"Nu? Haven't seen her yet." Rusty realised with a start. "She got portal'd here by Rachel a few hours before we got my stuff from the Duct Tape. I must have.....gotten distracted."

His face darkened slightly as he thought back to he and Tsubaki's argument, but the thought of seeing Nu again cheered him up some.

"Well, we can look for her as we look around, right? No harm in doing that. Besides, apparently we have more people coming, so we can relax for the moment and recuperate. She'll be happy to see some of us still alive and kicking."

He cussed himself out mentally. How DARE he forget about going to see his kid sister!? That was almost unheard of for him!
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Ashley frowns. "Some big . . . cat thing. Looked like it was made out of mist or something, had as many claws and teeth and, well, everything as it wanted. Big old thing, too, about ate Boss." She grins evilly. "I killed it with fire. Or would have, it scampered."

She glances over at Rust again and smiles. "Either or. I'm not picky." She winks, as she wiggles deeper into the chair. "Boss is a tank alright. Eppy's looking over him, so I figured he's alright. Lots of needles - not my thing." An exaggerated shudder.

Ashley looks thoughtful. "Yeah, I'd like to meet the girl that launched a crusade. Besides, way that Jagd described her, she seemed kind of lonely. She needs a chick movie night or four."
Class. Dig it up, dust it off, hang that shit crooked on an ear. My halo's a land mine rind, amigo.

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