Tyki raised his eyebrows when he saw that it was none other than Integra who had decided to grace the palace with her presence.
That was certainly a turn out for the books. As far as he knew, she seldom left Athlum, where she lived and occupied a position best described as 'a noble with no real power but a hefty amount of influence'. The Hellsings were a noble bloodline from that country, though they hadn't, as far as he'd been told, ever married into the Nassau line to give them direct blood ties to the government.
"Kitchen's this way," Tyki said, in Jyllandi, his accent marking him more obviously as a resident of Überwald than his pallor did.
He was a handsome man, even if he did have grey skin, and he knew it. He knew it as well as anybody. He used it, on occasion, to his advantage, because a well-placed smile could open doors for you, or get coffee made so you didn't need to bother yourself. He doubted it would work on Integra ...whatever her plethora of middlenames were... Hellsing, so he didn't bother. He'd heard she was a bit ... fire and ice. Cold to advances, with a somewhat volatile temper.
He pushed the door open and entered ahead of either of them. 'Ladies first' didn't apply when the lady in question preferred to use 'Sir' over 'Ma'am' and went to a meeting with ... whoever the man was. He had some sort of Mist Mutation or Kekkei Genkai, or both, that unsettled Tyki and put him in mind of a rather large dog. The type seen on a strong iron chain with a spiked collar.
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Date: 2018-07-11 06:13 pm (UTC)That was certainly a turn out for the books. As far as he knew, she seldom left Athlum, where she lived and occupied a position best described as 'a noble with no real power but a hefty amount of influence'. The Hellsings were a noble bloodline from that country, though they hadn't, as far as he'd been told, ever married into the Nassau line to give them direct blood ties to the government.
"Kitchen's this way," Tyki said, in Jyllandi, his accent marking him more obviously as a resident of Überwald than his pallor did.
He was a handsome man, even if he did have grey skin, and he knew it. He knew it as well as anybody. He used it, on occasion, to his advantage, because a well-placed smile could open doors for you, or get coffee made so you didn't need to bother yourself. He doubted it would work on Integra ...whatever her plethora of middlenames were... Hellsing, so he didn't bother. He'd heard she was a bit ... fire and ice. Cold to advances, with a somewhat volatile temper.
He pushed the door open and entered ahead of either of them. 'Ladies first' didn't apply when the lady in question preferred to use 'Sir' over 'Ma'am' and went to a meeting with ... whoever the man was. He had some sort of Mist Mutation or Kekkei Genkai, or both, that unsettled Tyki and put him in mind of a rather large dog. The type seen on a strong iron chain with a spiked collar.