The Lion, The Ghoul, and The Hellsing {Integra}

[ferghus]

The past two days had irritated him immensely. Well, that was rather redundant, considering the fact that Ferghus was generally cranky half the time. Either that or he kept up a serious attitude among everyone he meets. In any case, how people reacted to the lion man seemed rather bizarre. Everyone acted as though he or she had never seen a digimon before. However, ever so slowly did Ferghus begin to figure out that just maybe... this definately wasn't where he was from, and not merely in town or city. The Leomon sat on a bench, which he more or less took up three-quarters of it due to his size, leaning back against it. Ferghus left his dog, Victor, to his own thing, although kept an eye out for the fat mutt.

However, there was one other thing on his mind besides this more or less foreign world filled with more stupidity. Granted, that last part wasn't so foreign to Ferghus. On the upside, at least people acted the same way here. That is, when things are generalized. Sighing irritably, the lion man glanced around, and spotted his dog about to pee on some guy's bike. "OI! Take a piss on the tree, damnit!", he yelled at Victor. The fat, American Alsatian looked over, and groaned a bit before obeying. Ferghus just leaned back against the bench, muttering something irritably. He was always tempted to get rid of that dog, but never did get around to doing so. Besides, he kept Victor for this long, so might as well go all the way.

Although it was likely more of a punching bag, there was something Ferghus spotted that merely made him more irritable. Once again, it was another 'zombie' looking human, which was easy for Ferghus to figure out that this thing was neither human nor digimon (although he didn't know it was a ghoul). No matter if he knew what it was or not, the lion man just simply decided to get it out of the way. Out in the countryside of England, which was where he was now, this wouldn't have caught much attention, if at all. Standing up, Ferghus growled as the ghoul wandered over to the Leomon, obviously with the intent to harm him. Victor simply just barked constantly at the ghoul, and Ferghus glared at the dog, "Shaddup!"

He turned his attention back to the wandering ghoul, and when it was close enough, the ghoul lept at Ferghus. In response, the digimon grabbed the ghoul by its head, and slammed it down into the ground. Upon impact, the creature burst into dust, and the initial force left a rather big hole in the ground. Standing to his full height, the Leomon sighed irritably again, "Goddamint... whoever keeps sending these things is gonna get their ass kicked..."

[Integra Hellsing]

With Alucard busy with whatever the hell he was busying himself with and Walter missing in action, Integra took more important matters such as this one in her own hands. Besides, her soldiers were busy looking into something that Captain Hazama fellow tipped her off about. Onward to business, so the blonde supposed as she walked along with a coat resting upon her shoulders as she fixated her gaze forward through the lens of her glasses. There was reported suspicious activity as of late, something about a lion man creature. It was a surprise some other organization didn't jump to the punch on figuring out whether or not this creature was a threat or not. This wasn't the only thing of interest on her agenda though, several sources of the Hellsing Organization reported that there were ghouls around and about.

Alucard or Walter normally handled this, but with how much it's been happening, Sir Integra was taking this mishap a little personally. This was her home after all, though she was normally visiting the American branches of her organization these days, England still needed her attention as well. In fact, speaking of needing her attention, the man who was on her agenda of figuring out not only had issues with what appeared to be his pet dog...but an unwanted fan. That unwanted fan was a ghoul, one that he handled quite well. There were two things someone in her position could do, assess the creature as a possible threat or offer it a job if it seemed reasonable enough to do so. The second option seemed more her cup of tea since Alucard AND Walter just scampered off being busy and preoccupied with whatever it is the duo opted to be distracted by for such a long period of time. A severe lack of communication was unnerving to say the least....so she had to recruit an additional USEFUL soldier.

Not to say her men were useless, just that the extra muscle couldn't possibly be all bad. Plus, with all her connections, she could be quite helpful in turn for him joining her organization. Of course, if he decided to go that route and not become her enemy. The lion man wasn't like a werewolf, similar but not similar enough to make her feel like Alucard will rip his throat out upon an encounter. One of the many well known facts she was all too familiar with was none other than vampires and werewolves despising one another. "You handled that ghoul quite well....but there will be more of them if we don't find the vampire that created that monstrosity." Those words rolled off her tongue coated in her accent and graced by the nature of serious business.

"I'm Sir Integra Fairbrook Windgate Hellsing, Sacred Virgin of the Royal Protestant Knights Order." It was almost like she emerged out of no where like some sort of stealthy ninja seeing how her presence wasn't what one may call obvious up until she made herself known. Looking off to the left of the tall, muscular creature's arm, it seemed like another one was on its way to say hello in the most unwanted way ever. Bringing a pistol out from its holster and into the dim light, she aimed right for the damned ghoul's head and pulled the trigger. About an inch away from the man's fur, he'd feel a split second of something rushing by him and that would be none other than one of her blessed bullets whirring to an unwanted target. Literally blowing it to dust before lowering her firearm, the elegant cigar resting at the edge of her mouth had smoke whisping up and dissipating into the chilly air. Attentive and alert, she kept an ear out for anything else that would want to rush to a second serving of death on their short menu for life.