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OOC: Hey guys... [02 Mar 2005|08:41pm]

Much like everyone else seems to be doing, I'm going to have to drop the RP. You guys deserve a better Alucard then what I've been doing, and my life's suddenly become overly hetic since I'm attempting to finish out my senior year here at college and get into graduate school. I wish you all the best! And I'm sorry I wasn't able to keep up with this.
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((OOC Post.....)) [02 Mar 2005|07:32pm]

Hey guys.
I know I haven't kept up at all and for that I apologize. The real world has been hell here though when isn't it. The rp deserves a Walter than can actually keep up. ~_^
That said, I'm withdrawing from the position. The journal for Walter will be deleted by next week at the latest.

It's been fun...apologies all around for not keeping up. Good luck and happy rping!
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(he'ah we go!) [01 Mar 2005|07:45pm]

[ mood | hot ]

OOC: Okay, here's my first entry. All hope it doesn't suck. I went and got a Doc-specific journal name for this... anybody who speaks German is likely rolling in laughter on the floor at my implications about Doc's night job. This username isn't really too flattering. XP

Hanging up the phone, Doc smiled a sinister little grin. He snapped his thumbs inside curled fists, once again smirking at his progress.

The Major would arrive soon. Hopefully he would be pleased at his progress. Oh so pleased. It'd given him absolute unabashed giddiness that he'd been called to ask on his progress... it had been going so well.

The nervousness swept over Doc and he barely noticed his fingers slipping into his mouth, a nervous habit. He didn't notice the chewing. Not until the resounding sickening pop that sent blood flooding into his gloves and flooding down his fingers, palm, and wrist, anyway. Surprisingly, this didn't hurt much. Well, it did, but even more surprisingly, he was used to this by now.

This was a wonderful discovery. Even moreso than when he'd discovered that Nuetella was wonderful on Toaster Struedels, and gave one enough calories to function for a week. Even moreso than when he realized that when you set people on fire, they'd die.

Doc pulled his gloves on tighter, another nervous habit, and cursed the man who thought that gloves should all have five finger slots. He'd once called the manufacturer of these particular gloves; they'd laughed insanely, not believing him that he had that many fingers.

Well they'd get theirs! They'd get theirs in Hoelle! Or under the knife. Chuckling inwardly, he remembered with glee his add for half priced placstic surgery and vasectomys.

This was going to be... the mark of the Millenium!

Opening a small box on his desk, he took out his scalpel, and hugged it close to his face momentarily, then triumphantly thrust it forward to the sky. Just a few more tests to run, but it was all going well.

Oh so well.

OOC Comment zwei: Yay for shameless Sweeney Todd references.

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[RP Post] London, England (for Iscariot AND Hellsing) [26 Feb 2005|09:02pm]

Maxwell stepped out of the back seat of the car, dressed in his usual wear - gloves, vest, collar, cross, and sunglasses. He gazed around him with a growing look of disgust. London was busy as always, and he hated breathing the thick air that always lingered after a vehicle passed by, but he was here on business. Business presided over all other matters, except for that of faith.

The priest only hoped that a certain Sir Integra Wingates Hellsing had received his letter - the second one, after that successful last visit several months before. Maxwell remember quite clearly what he'd written, and though slightly chagrined that the Pope had forced him to cooperate with the heretics, an order was an order.

To Sir Integra Hellsing, Royal Protestant Knight and director of the Hellsing Organization; from Bishop Enrico Maxwell, director of the Vatican Section XIII Iscariot:

I know we've met face-to-face recently, but urgent matters force us on the same soil once again. The threat of Millennium is upon you - and us as well - and it has been decided by His Holiness Pope John Paul II that the Iscariot Organization and the Hellsing Organization should work together to halt this threat. My agents and yours are to cooperate under all circumstances unless either of our organizations is attacked by the other party.

I will meet you at Hyde Park on May 8 at noon to discuss these matters over lunch. I will not traipse into Protestant bounderies alone, however; one or more of my agents will accompany me to England as a response to either your butler or Alucard, or both. As of now, I have not decided who will accompany me, but I have no doubt in your decision regarding your escort.

P.S. I look forward to getting this over with.

[edit] ((OOC: Er... any Iscariot who wants to participate can just go ahead and post as an escort. ^^))
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I'm very sorry... :( [25 Feb 2005|01:17pm]

[ mood | sad ]

But I have to quit this game. I have just started my own RPG site for Vampire Hunter D, have a Masters to write, and another forum I am quite active on, so I have been dropping a lot of activities lately, and sadly this must be one of them.

It has been great fun here though, and if time allows, maybe I'll pop back some day. Take care you all, and good luck with gaming!

Maria - Vampire Mouse

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ADMIN: OOC: Sorry about that ^^; [24 Feb 2005|12:04am]

Sorry I haven't been here in awhile, I mean doing the mod thing....I have a ton of school work to do. So sorry again. Besides it's kind of hard to play Yumiko seeing as how there's not alot of Iscariot posts.

Well anway now for the main reason I posted this. If you need to leave due to personal problems. Please contact callme_sir or myself when ever you can. That way we know that you're still in and you don't get acidently deleted due to in activity or something. You don't have to state why you had to leave, you could just say something like "I'm having some personal issues and I can't RP for a while." That's all we need, and we'll see what we can do.

You can find our emails on The contact list.

Thank you.....

(callme_sir, I hope you don't mind this....)
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OOC: Greetings from the mod in absentia [20 Feb 2005|12:33pm]

Well, hopefully all LJ's issues are over or soon to be over. A few notes: If I could get Doc to respond here, that would be superb. After I get that information, I'll update the things what need to be updated. Hurrah!

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[19 Feb 2005|05:10pm]

My deepest apologies for not being able to RP. Real life has been more demanding as of late, disallowing me to play. So sorry.
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OOC Post: Yo. [14 Feb 2005|09:59pm]
Hi. Keisha (mercurykitten) asked if I would join this RP as Doc. I'm a Doc fangirl. No, really.


I'd like to play as Doc mainly because he's overlooked, very crazy, and has many weird mannerisms I enjoy immensely. =V

I have some RP experience. I seriously think this RP looks fun, and I hope you'll consider my application. n_n

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Great Barmy Pillock! [09 Feb 2005|01:48am]

[ mood | calm ]

This is Captain-player, I've made a Seras account for this RP since I'm going to be taking over her seeing as the previous person was a no-show. I'll make a post in Pip's thread tomorrow, it's sort of late here now. Looking forward to RPing with the "good guys".

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End of the day [05 Feb 2005|12:43pm]

[ mood | calm ]

Maria entered her small room in the Hellsing manor, still carrying the cupboard with the milk and the sandwich Luke had made for her. Sighing she sat it down on her dresser and threw herself on the bed, closing her eyes to get some rest. This place was mad, totally and utter mad. With good pay, but still mad.

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[04 Feb 2005|08:12pm]

[ mood | annoyed ]

Pip went back into the barracks. The training session with the girl vampire had been weird. He had to admit, she was pretty cute but he was sore has hell. And she had hardly touched him. Just touched him with her finger. He could get used to her though. In fact he could get a little too used her. He laughed. She sure did get bent out of shape when he sang The Eskimo Song. Now, the other vampire - Alucard, he was another story altogether. Pip shivered just thinking about that vampire. Pip grabbed the sandwich he had made in the kitchen and his beer. He turned on the tellie and watched an episode of Monty Python. It was one of his favorite shows and he rarely had time to watch in anymore.

His thoughts drifted back to the mission - what Sir Integral had said. They were going to be fighting vampires. He hadn't even believed in monsters or demons. Heck he hadn't even believed in God. Now Pip wanted to believe in God so when he died he would go to heaven. He just didn't know. Well the money was good. He might was well enjoy it while he was young. The mission in Uganda had showed just how fragile life could be. Andthose hadn't been real monsters. His enemy there were their own kind of monster though. And now he was fighting real monsters. Pip shivered. He didn't want to die just yet. He hadn't fallen in love. Sure he had been with lots of girls. Before he died Pip wanted to make love to a girl who had won his heart.
Funny I can't stop thinking about the police girl. Maybe these missions wouldn't be all that bad. He just hoped he would live until he found the right girl.

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The Basement- Integra and Art only (finished) [02 Feb 2005|04:57pm]

Integra checked her bullets a third time. All in order, the extra clip at the ready. Enough to miss, which she wouldn't. She had thought about taking Alucard along to question the... she didn't quite know a term for it. Her father had briefly mentioned them, and they'd come up in her studies; but nothing seemed convienient. To question the... thing. Integra had ultimately decided that she must handle it herself.

She was in the midst of regretting this decision when she reached the door of the holding cell. She broke the seal without thinking; the sigil was mostly superfluous, anyway. Integra strode in with a confidence that she was almost certain she didn't have.

"Are you conscious?"
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Notes, none of which is C# [02 Feb 2005|12:13am]

Firstly, the contact list and friending console have been updated to add the Major (and his doughnut) and the bugeater. Character details on the bugeater in question are here (first character description).

Secondly, this is the bit where I call people out. Inactivity notices: Seras and PipCollapse )

Thirdly, there is no third thing. RP, for great justice!

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OOC Madness [01 Feb 2005|06:49am]

Vell, um... last night there was a large Nazi Party party, since Herr Major ist back... ja. Thought we'd share. Dis ist de edited version. For all random ramblings thrown in, look at mein personal journal. It has all, for Zorin, since she vent to bed early. Warning: Extreme mostly-ooc conversation. Und ze Captain talks. If dis is nein ooc, zen was ist?

Millennium RP ThreadCollapse )

[EDIT] Added everything up until I ran avay to get some sleep. Nicht sure if der ist more. Ask the Captain or the Major. I'm only a lowly Varrant Officer, after all. <3
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OOC: All work and no play? [31 Jan 2005|01:36pm]

After browsing through the AIM log with Zorin and Schro, I saw that they mentioned me a couple of times in it. Looking back, I've noticed that I haven't really made any kind of effort to be social and mingle with the rest of the RPers here, and I apologize for this. I haven't really been feeling in an RP mood lately but I think that's changed now, and I'm itching to write stuff with this Captain character, be it In our Out of Character.

Out of Character Captain, oh the possibilities... *drool*

So this goes out to everybody in this RP, (particularly Zorin and Schro) if you want to RP (or just chat) with me all you need to do is ask and I'll be happy to do so. I'll also try to talk toand possibly annoy the people in Millennium so we can do stuff. I'm looking at you, newly-joined Major. ;)

Auf wiedersehen! Is this even spelled right? Oi vey.

[Yes, my german is practically non-existant. *hides the Hellsing manga he got to look at how the word was spelled.*]
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[29 Jan 2005|02:17pm]

[ mood | pleased ]

A brow arched slightly as the Major looked over a box that was resting on the seat next to him. The box was empty, save for a few small crumbs and a smudge of frosting.. Oh, and a couple of sprinkles that had gotten caught in a corner. Blasted sprinkles, always running away. No matter. They would pay when they were feasted upon by ants at some garbage heap. A slow, painful, agonising death, unlike the swift one they would have had, had they stayed put. Then they would rue the very day of their creation! ... That is, of course, if sprinkles could die in the first place, let alone be capable of thought. But no matter. He had more important things to worry about than a few rogue sprinkles.

The not-so-fit German turned his attention to the only other person on the private plane besides the pilot: An anonymous member of the Letztes Battalion whom he had chosen to accompany him as a guard on this nice little trip. Not that the Major didn't know who he was, of course; he was just of less importance than some members of the Letztes Battalion. But he would do for the job. And he would keep his mouth shut, which was important.

"You. Dispose of this box, und ask the pilot vhen ve vill be arrifing. Und dann get ahold of the Captain und inform him of vhen ve vill arrife. They must be ready for us, ja?" The one he was addressing nodded, taking the empty box from Krieg and turning to make his way toward the cockpit to speak with the pilot, when the portly man spoke again.

"Oh, und one more ting. It vould be best if no one knew the reason behind this 'mission', ja?" The young man nodded again, then headed off to speak with the pilot and to contact the Captain, wondering how on earth the Major was expecting him to sneak an entire shipment of doughnuts off of the plane and to his quarters without someone noticing. This was not going to be a fun task.

Krieg smiled to himself as the other left his section of the plane, leaving him alone once more. Now that he was done with this pleasant little sidetrip, he could go back to worrying about the more important things. Like how to deal with Alucard and that infernal Hellsing. Or who he should get to tailor a new outfit, since his was beginning to fit him a bit snugly. Ah well. No matter. For now, all he could really do was plan, and wait.

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</b></i> OOC~ [29 Jan 2005|12:02pm]

[ mood | creative ]

((Bwaha. Newcomer here. ^^; Not new to RP, just new to the community. And I was wondering two things. One, just how serious is this RP? Would a little joking around, so long as it's mainly in character ['Major.. Can Rippy have just one ikkle donut?' 'Nein! Ze superior donut ist mein!'] be okay, or is that a no-no?

And also. Can I play Major? =D

-Crawls off under a cardboard box to await judgement.-))

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Why not? Nobody need respond if desired. [27 Jan 2005|04:21pm]


... 57, 56, 55, 54...

Can’t move! – Legs, arms, head, hands, feet! Flee! Run! No.

... 43, 42, 41, 40...

That. That smell. Danger! Fear - mine. Here, no. Not, here. Somewhere.

... 37, 36, 35, 34...

Run Run Run Run Run Run Run Run Run

Panicked and afraid, the bug-eater takes to struggle for flight; groaning restraints and deep raspy breaths are all that could be heard. – Mind humming. – Heart racing. {See the poor creature as a sewer rat caught in a simple mouse trap.}

... 29, 28, 27, 26...

Help, O God! Fire. Pain. Rot. Hate. Murder. Evil. Please?

And as if God had not only responded to his prayers, but with a nice "Fuck you"

To him, the brightly lit room had become a vast expanse of shadowed horrors ever creeping closer to his dim tunnel of light. His fear had overcome him; his body fell limp against his shackles.

... 13, 12, 11, 10...

Murder, evil, wrath, horror, terror, gnashing, hunger, braking, bashing, burning!

And with a pale smile, he took his respite in his magnificent ocean of plague and error

...5, 4, 3, 2...

Power. Death.


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OOC: Back [23 Jan 2005|09:58pm]

Okay I'm back from my trip. From the looks of it, I don't think I missed anything major. (no pun intended)
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