Anderson Alignment

Alucard only gives you a sleepy grin as she nuzzles her cheek into your chest, one fine finger idly drawing small concentric circles into your broad chest as she speaks, “Release State Zero is a very inexact mode John…it isn’t really all my fault that the papist couldn’t get away in time.”

“Oi!” Anderson barks, her gloved fists tightening in anger as she growls, “Oin’t me fault ye went an’ ate me ye ‘ellish beast!”

Alucard only smirks as she closes her gorgeous ruby red eyes, her head nuzzling even deeper into your chest as she soundly ignores the fuming blond woman standing mere feet away. This of course is your cue to step in, your deep voice cutting through Anderson’s prepared and probably religiously themed rant with a calm but firm voice, “Anderson-san, if you would please calm down and take a seat perhaps we can make the best of a bad situation.”

“Oi’ll be foine,” Anderson grumbles as she continues to stand, a slight hint of crimson on her cheeks, “and ‘ow do ye plan on making tis situatin anyting but a blasphemous torture?”

With another heavy sign your fingers find the long strands of Alucard’s hair, your gloved hands slowly combing through her natural pitch black silk thus pulling a surprisingly cute mewling sound from the ungodly powerful woman, “This is your chance to actually relax Anderson-san. I know that the Church has been your entire life but haven’t you ever wanted to just take some time to yourself and rest from all of these supposed obligations?” Looking up into the bespectacled eyes of the surprisingly curvaceous blond you offer up a small smile, a kind gaze in your eye as you speak once more, “I’m not asking for any sort of conversion or giving up your religion, to me that doesn’t matter in the least really. I’m just asking for you to try to relax and for once try to think for yourself without going directly to your Church for orders. Try to find the answers yourself and do what you think is best for you, that usually helps out the rest of the world in the long run anyway.”

Anderson stares at you for a good long while, her light sea green eyes looking upon your black covered body as if she were trying to decide if your speech was one from a fellow human or from the devil masquerading in a friendly face. After a few minutes of contemplation Anderson scoffs again, shaking her head as she crosses her arms, “Oi’ll give ye a chance…but if ye prove t’ be the devil…ye will have nowhere t’ hide from me wrath!”

Smiling just a bit wider you nod, “I couldn’t ask for anything more Anderson-san, now please, won’t you join us for breakfast?”

Begrudgingly Ann takes a seat beside the three mod souls before reluctantly beginning to eat ‘breakfast,’ her behavior causing all eyes form the Hellsing universe to turn to you with surprise save for Integra and Alucard.

“H-How did ju do zat Mein Heirr?” Rip mumbles as she looks over the surprisingly calm looking Anderson, “Z-Zis zould not be possible…”

“Do not doubt za power of mein Masta,” Schrödinger says with a cheerful grin, “Ze Deadman Zinigami iz no man to be messed with!”

“Schro-hime…please…try to keep it down,” you mutter sheepishly as the over exuberant cat girl hops out of her seat with one foot on her chair and the other on the table, “Some people are trying to eat…”

“O-Oi!” a new voice joins the fray, a surprisingly loud vocalization of annoyance causing your eyes to fall upon the blond in the fur trimmed coat, “D-Don’t ignore us! You want to know where Urahara-sama is right!?”

Nodding you bow slightly, an embarrassed smile on your lips as you speak, “Er, yes…I apologize. Um…if you would be so kind, where are Urahara and the rest of the girls?”

As a light blush crossed the cheeks of the cheeky little blond a wicked little smirk touches her lips, a smile that gives you the distinct impression that you are about to find out the answer to your question very quickly…and in a very painful way…