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The Space Wolves
Date of Scene: 17 December 2016
Location: Hellsing-1 Earth <HE1>
Synopsis: Heinkel Wolfe meets with Karian Icefang to discuss, in brief, her world's persistent problem of cheap knockoff vampires.
Cast of Characters: Heinkel Wolfe (Dropped), Karian Icefang


Heinkel Wolfe (Dropped) has posed:
  Outside the city of Rome is a number of abandoned properties, where people have packed up their things and moved inward to the city centres. With ghoul attacks on the rise and contamination spreading freely throughout the world, people feel safer in the cities.

  Never mind that none of this stuff seems to have happened in the whole of Italy, at least not yet, but people like to be prepared.

  So, miles outside of the city where strange visitors wouldn't be noticed as much, there's a motorcycle out in a large abandoned lot. It's an old but serviceable model, a German military bike with what looks like reinforcement or armour over its body.

  Slumped over it is a tall and lanky figure, androgynous enough that it's hard to say whether it's a man or a woman. The figure wears dark sunglasses, wears a heavy cassock-like coat and the starched white collar of a Roman Catholic priest, and heavy gloves. Leaning against the handlebars, the figure has a cigarette dangling from lower lip, the light of the tip flaring every so often as it's drawn on. The figure also has a scarf wound around the neck, which has the slight clumsiness in its stitches of a handmade garment.

  The area is cold; colder than Italy of any world has a right to be outside of an ice age. There is snow on the field, and there's a track worn through the slush leading to the motorcycle.

  For now, though, Heinkel waits and keeps an eye out, one hand drumming absently on the motorcycle's handlebars.

Karian Icefang has posed:
    The cold reminded Karian of his home. Granted his home was more blizzard levels of cold, but it was still a nice feeling for him. Walking up, flanked by a greyish white wolf the size of a small tank, Karian scans for the person he was speaking to on the radio. He was unhelmetted, his hair and beard both tied off into viking-style braids, and the eye-patch firmly placed over his lost eye. He wore his battle-plate, making his footsteps thud hard every time. "Heinkel Wolfe, I presume?" He asks, his voice gruff, but hinting that there was more to him the the look of 'viking warlord'. But if one looked close, they would spot the canine fangs, and the yellow color of the eye. It appeared as if he were some human-canine hybrid.

Heinkel Wolfe (Dropped) has posed:
  The figure looks up at the approach of Karian. It's hard to tell what their reaction to Karian's approach might be behind those flat lenses, but the bland expression suggests Heinkel Wolfe is staying carefully bland and neutral. Freaking out every time one meets a new ally is just childish.

  "Ja." Heinkel exhales a plume of smoke. Raising an arm, the priest gestures toward the ground. "Sit. Or stand. I don't care vhich. Vhat do you vant to know? I don't haf much time."

Karian Icefang has posed:
    "To the point...I like that. I would like to know your enemy, size, weaknesses. If I'm to hunt them, I like to know my 'prey'." Karian says. Yep, definately confirming he's some kinda wolfman. Ygdril sniffs around, head tilting curiously towards Heinkel. He understood she was an ally, but he offered a soft whuff in her direction, definately unsure.

Heinkel Wolfe (Dropped) has posed:
  The priest frowns at the giant wolf, reluctantly offering a hand for the creature to sniff. "I actually detailed all of this in my report. I very clearly described vhat ve're up against, and the only reason I haf no numbers listed is because nobody knows how many there are."

  Ygdril might be confused by what his nose tells him. Heinkel smells, in order; female, human -- and also wolf. Wait, what?

  "Ve haf entire nations ve still hafen't heard from. No status. Ve don't know if some of them are destroyed or still defending. Communications are down vorldvide." The frown deepens. "Are you sure you read that report...?"

Karian Icefang has posed:
    Ygdril curiously headtilts again, beginning to wonder. Karian, meanwhile, nods. "I did, twice over. I was hoping for more of your personal experience with these 'vampires' if you've had any. One priest to another." He says. He slowly moves closer, taking a knee. "I know of one chapter...the Blood Angels....Rumor is they drink the blood of their enemies in fits of rage. Is it similar?"

Heinkel Wolfe (Dropped) has posed:
  "Might be that you're a priest, but ve aren't cut from the same cloth. Not even remotely," Heinkel points out. "Don't get too companionable vit me. This ist just business. I appreciate the help, really I do, but I don't like other priests. Not too many Catholics do."

  In other words, let's just get this over with. Maybe that's not surprising, coming from another priest. Just because they're both priests doesn't mean Heinkel's going to get along. Vatican Section XIII is among the most dogmatic of the Vatican's divisions; they don't play too well with others when it comes to other religions.

  She sighs, exhaling smoke. "Nein. They're being created by somevon. Ve don't know who or vhy. They haf a small chip implanted into them, und from vhat ve can tell, that chip is remotely activated. Vhen it does, they're turned into a vampire. A pale imitation of a vampire, really. They're not even real vampires."

  "But they feed on blood like von, und they're categorically superhuman vhen it comes to physical traits. Faster, stronger, they can see in the dark; that kind of thing. Vhen they bite somevon und feed on their blood, they create ghouls. Ghouls are just shambling husks that vere people, vonce. They haf no mind und no vill of their own; their only motivation is to feed und sate their hunger for flesh und blood. Human flesh und blood."

  "I recommend talking to Seras Victoria, of the Hellsing Organisation. She might be able to gife you more information. I don't know how much Hellsing's been studying these things, but they're a similar organisation to ours." She wobbles a hand. "Same goal, different ideology. The best vay to deal vit them seems to be fire, from a multiversal perspective; fire seems to be a universal element. Und they don't like it."

  Heinkel flicks ash from the tip of her cigarette, eyeing Karian. "Vhat else?"

Karian Icefang has posed:
    Karian nods. He listened closely, then ponders. "Nothing comes to mind, though I am curious about you. Though we can save that for another time. I suppose I should ask if you have questions for me." Though he does note the bite. "Easy, Heinkel. Didn't meant to push buttons. I just wanted to get better info before I commit my pack to something." He still had burning questions, like why Ygdril seemed to be in the stance of 'friend-wolf-being' and what Iscariot was. But he figured maybe this Seras person could answer those.

Heinkel Wolfe (Dropped) has posed:
  Heinkel reaches for a pocket, pulling out a gold pocketwatch on a chain and checking it, frowning. Despite the sun going down, and how dark the field seems to be getting, she has no apparent trouble reading the watch face. With sunglasses on. Yeah.

  "I guess I haf a few more minutes. I'm sorry if I seem sour; it's not very Christian, especially to somevon who just vants to help." The priest snorts smoke. "It's been a long veek," Heinkel grumbles, around her cigarette. Smoke drifts as she exhales, looking back to the Wolf Lord and his, well, wolf. "An extremely long veek. The entire vorld's turned into a disaster area."

  She frowns. "At the moment, no, because I probably von't remember them in the morning through the sedatives I haf prescribed." She'd asked for that very specifically. If she's asleep then that means she's not walking around on injuries and making them worse, right? "Maybe if you can catch me tomorrow, I might haf more time. Tonight's been a vhirlvind of reports und deliferies und a lot of other things I really don't haf the time to go into."

  Ah, paperwork. Forget the Warp or Chaos or whatever. Paperwork is the universal bane.

  "In the meantime, talk to Seras Victoria. She'll be able to answer vhatefer questions you haf about the situation." Heinkel shows her teeth, though it seems more of a grimace than a grin, starting the motorcycle's engine with a flick of the keys. "She seems to haf more time than I do. Besides, I vork vit her now, so you might as vell meet her, too. In the meantime, I'd better get back to Vatican City."

  The motorcycle engine revs, and Heinkel pulls on out of the snowy, slushy field. "Be seeing you. Go vit God... or vhatefer God it is you follow." Then, engine roaring, the bike pulls away and onto the nearest road, driving out of sight quickly enough.