I.. you now vat, I'm going to pretend I did not zee zhat.
[Rip could handle having her precious musket man-handled by some strange people in costumes and her powder and shot taken away. Hell, she could handle the crowds even if she would love nothing more than to remove the arm of the next person who slapped her ass.
But that... Rip just stares as she spots someone is dressed like Zamiel, only with... a lot less clothing. She did NOT understand why someone would find the devil appealing like that.
Quietly she turns away and tightens her grip on her flint lock musket and starts to walk away. The next person who touches her or even attempts to pick apart how she looks was getting punched. ]
III
[It's later in the evening and Rip was still trying to make sense of everything around her. This place was crazy! She growled a soft warning as a native dressed in some costumed pushed against her and resisted the urge to strangle someone.
Or better yet, just start murdering people en mass. That would be a wonderful stress relief! The Huntress pouted a little as she was corralled with the rest into a gigantic ballroom. Does her promise to 'behave' still count if she's no longer in the same city?
Glow sticks were shoved in her hands before she could get away and soon she was working her way towards a place near the wall. How could this get any worse?
...Hamster DJs. That's how. Rip twitches and again resists the urge just to start massacring everything in sight. It's tempting... so very, very tempting. At least she's learned some restraint in the recently. ]
Rip van Winkle [RC AU?] | Hellsing Ultimate
I.. you now vat, I'm going to pretend I did not zee zhat.
[Rip could handle having her precious musket man-handled by some strange people in costumes and her powder and shot taken away. Hell, she could handle the crowds even if she would love nothing more than to remove the arm of the next person who slapped her ass.
But that... Rip just stares as she spots someone is dressed like Zamiel, only with... a lot less clothing. She did NOT understand why someone would find the devil appealing like that.
Quietly she turns away and tightens her grip on her flint lock musket and starts to walk away. The next person who touches her or even attempts to pick apart how she looks was getting punched. ]
III
[It's later in the evening and Rip was still trying to make sense of everything around her. This place was crazy! She growled a soft warning as a native dressed in some costumed pushed against her and resisted the urge to strangle someone.
Or better yet, just start murdering people en mass. That would be a wonderful stress relief! The Huntress pouted a little as she was corralled with the rest into a gigantic ballroom. Does her promise to 'behave' still count if she's no longer in the same city?
Glow sticks were shoved in her hands before she could get away and soon she was working her way towards a place near the wall. How could this get any worse?
...Hamster DJs. That's how. Rip twitches and again resists the urge just to start massacring everything in sight. It's tempting... so very, very tempting. At least she's learned some restraint in the recently. ]
...Zhis place iz a nightmare.