Welcome to the Hellsing Organization

...Struggling to recover what I have not had for a long time, and Teg's seen all of her family move on and become happy without her. 

Reaching out in her current state is becoming more and more difficult, and I have decided to do something I swore I never thought I would do with this muse, as confident as I had been:

We are engaging a reset. 

This blog will become an archive, she will be undergoing a new URL change and I think we're going to begin everything from scratch (Though I am keeping the theme here and this url here, just for memories sake). It has been a pleasure RPing with you all, and you are welcome to message me on Skype at littlenamine for the new URL.

It's been an insane two and a half years, almost--about? Maybe? Who recalls at this point! What matters is I've had so much fun with everyone, but I think its time for us to begin a new slate.

How dare they ask something like that of me!? They cannot be serious!!

Pacing b a c k and f o r t h, 

frustration abound.

No contact with any of her outer sources, but her reports tell of them advancing with their lives.

Due to this, the council has laid up the 'kind'veiled "suggestion" that she should cut ties with them and continue on. Walter watches in silence as the young Hellsing heir looks over her options and throws a pillow at the sleeping Hellhound in anger. Baskerville whines, unused to such torment in the form of something so soft.

"...Maybe they would be better off without me." She murmurs, finally stopping in front of their window. "I haven't been able to talk to them much...and I'm sure that they're busy enough to..." She laughs, hollowly, and then finds a vampire behind her, close enough to feel but not touching.  She dares the two steps to back up into, lanky arms wrapping around her, securing her. Words whispered, a quiet conversation ensuing between Nosferatu and his young mistress battling the obstacles that plagued every puberty-beridden child combined with her role.

"...Am I being bribed back to work by sweets...?"

Nope that pie is mine.

"....No."