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☠Ninth Reel: A long, long day [OPEN]

Who: Grell

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When: January 7th /May 19th or 20th & January 8th/May 21st
Where: Various Locations
What: Grell lives a busy life! Catch her in her natural environment!
Rating/Warning: Grell's Attitude.

Day One
At the Academy Part A: In class!

Class has just begun, and she's handing out the syllabus for the rest of the semester which list all the readings, tests, quizzes, and materials they would need for her class. The list is very detailed, and there is definitely a requirement of physical textbooks for her classes. The new faces in the crowd look pretty bewildered at her requests, and probably upset.

"This class will be a short one, as we'll start our lesson tomorrow. For now, I will be taking any questions, or complaints, you may have."

At the Academy Part B: In the office!

Dealing with disgruntled students was what she did best, but even Grell needed a break. She's currently steeping a teabag into her usual red mug in the teacher's room. Surely she can't mess that up, right? Right! Try to stir up a conversation, or attempt to grab a teabag from her personal tin in front of her. The latter may be dealt with violence...

Day Two
At her lingerie shop: Juliet's Lair

It's a business day, and there was a sale going on! All Christmas themed items were being sold for 75% off, along with a few items being sold for buy one, get one at half off. She was currently at the counter, looking through a fashion magazine, marking a few pages with thin sticky notes. Spring was coming soon, and a change in stock is needed!

Her flyers were everywhere she could possibly get them placed, so she expects customers to come in and see what the fuss was all about.

After hours at home: CLOSED TO FAMILY

The family was in dire need of a family meeting, if only to see what they know, share info, and overall get on their nerves somehow. It'll be at her newly repaired apartment she shares with Marco and Thatch. Grell made sure to bring snacks for them, but she doesn't expect to be feeding anyone to capacity. That's what delivery was for!

Day One or Two: WILDCARD!!

Make your own prompt! I'll roll with it!

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[Namur doesn't know why they're having a meeting. He suspects he might be in trouble. For some reason.]

Whatever it is, I didn't do it, jus' gettin' that shit out there right off the top.

[Now, someone please tell him what's going on.]

[That is a very suspicious confession. Grell is giving Namur a scrutinizing look.]

Didn't do what?

It was hard to miss the flyers that were such an interesting shade of red. They were eye catching and a certain huntress was always the curious sort. So was it any surprise when she slipped into the store to get a better look at the merchandise.

Besides, it came recommended to check out. Another point in the store owner's favor. Though, the sight of Christmas themed wear.. make her hesitate a bit. For her, that had been months ago... Apparently not here. Rip can be found gently riffling through some of the outfits, even pausing as she spots something in a shade of green she liked.

[Shopping for school supplies is boring, so Vector has veered off into getting some other things that might eventually become practical during his stay here as well. Since he doesn't care about furniture this has mostly included a very short list of daily essentials such as food, hygiene products, super glue, metallic foil, ...and underwear, seeing as the two pieces Ceres has decided to grant him with quickly provided to be not enough.

Right now he is at one of the isles for women's underwear, inspecting several lacy, pearl and chain accented slips of nothing with the sort of critical eye that says that yes, he is seriously considering getting one of them.]

'S what I'm sayin'! Ain't done nothin' yet so why the hell we gotta do some bigass meetin'?

[No one ever believes him when he says this. Srsly.]

[EYE ROLL]

You say that at every family meeting we have! Can't we simply have one to gain our bearings and be on the same page?

[What a broken record! And of course no one believes him! He's saying it way too quickly and without prompt!]

Hearing some come into the store, Grell glanced around for a new face before spotting the woman with long, dark tresses. As Grell was currently arranging a few items on a shelf, she put her task aside for now and wondered over to her. She noticed the item the woman was looking at.

"Ah~, that sold very well during the holiday season! I'm certain there are only five left in the entire store!"

[She does notice the odd ball in the women's section, frowning. Having a potential pervert in her store can hurt business, so she goes in to investigate, or even shoo him out. Or maybe he has a fetish? Or maybe women's underwear felt better against the skin. It's hard to tell these days.]

Do you need a bit of assistance, sir?

Rip barely glanced up with she was approached. It wasn't hard to hear when someone was moving after all, especially in a shop like this where it was all to easy to brush against things. "Did it? Zhen perhaps I should zee if zhere is one in my size."

Though, whether or not she would buy it.. remained to be seen. Rip set it back while her fingers lingered a bit. The color reminded her of something she really didn't want to think about right now. But, this was hardly why she was here. "I vas told zhis place merited checking out. So far, it's not disappointing." And it sounded much better talking in a language she was comfortable with than.. well. Some people are still adjusting.

The accent was one Grell recognized. It was a bit nostalgic in the sense that hardly anyone, save that catboy, spoke the in the same manner. While the woman gave the item a long thought, Grell continued her sales pitch while chatting her up.

"Then they obviously have good taste! There are many other shops that cater to this area of clothing, but they lack quality in their wares and atmosphere."

Grell made sure her shop had the proper lighting, the right music (classical, of course), and also a favorable temperature. She wanted her customers to feel comfortable, stay longer, and perhaps spend more. Idly, she plucked a well placed bottle of perfume from the rack next to her. "Perfumes can be purchased at a reduced price when bought with any item."

It wouldn't take much to learn that Rip and the Catboy were old friends. It was hard not to be when they served in the same battalion. She nodded slightly before moving to another piece of lingerie near by, contemplating and looking rather amused by the sales pitch.

There was no denying that a lot of thought and care went into this shop and that the wares were as good as her host was saying. "I zhink I'll pass on zhe perfume. My sense of smell iz a little delicate." Unless of course, Grell had something that smelled like fresh blood... then Rip may have to buy several bottles! "I vas also told zhis place vould be fun to hide from any police force zhat might be too embarrassed to enter zhis place."

She idly started looking at another item, this time in a crimson color and started edging away from the Christmas themed stuff a little. "Und do you haf anyzhing vith leather?"

Just who sent this woman to the store? Not that Grell minded those that ran from the law, but she must know this person well if they recommended her shop to hide out in.

"Sounds like you live an exciting life," Grell stated, placing the bottle back on the shelf. If she could bottle blood for perfume, surely she'd sell it. "Just don't plan to hide here when the chief of police strolls in."

As if that would ever happen. Grell pegged Integra as the sort to order her undergarments as discreetly as possible.

She motioned her head over to the section of the store with red velvet curtains. "I keep those in another area. There are a few shy customers who might be skittish at something more than what they're used to."

"Oh~? Vho iz zhe chief of police? I might already know zhem." Especially if it's the Hellsing Woman. That sounds like a job she would love to have. "My life is chaotic und exciting... it keeps me busy and far avay from my more destructive tenancies vhen I'm bored. Zhen again, zhose are alvays fun to."

She glanced over towards the red velvet curtains. "Mind if I take a look~? I vould love to zee if vat you haf compares to anyzhing I've made in zhe past."

"That would be Sir Integra Hellsing." She won't bother mentioning her own connection to her, since that was to be top secret, anyway. Hearing that this woman actually made leather items caught Grell's attention.

"Oh? You work with leather?" She began to walk towards the curtained area, pulling it back for her to pass through. Beyond the curtains were displays of various items and instruments. Some were meant for looking irresistable in, others were meant for specific roles, and a few were of a questionable nature. The more expensive an item was, the more genuine the material was, and the better it felt.

She was right. Rip snickered softly. "I should haf guessed it vas zhe Hellsing Voman. Ve haf a bit of a history I guess you could zay." They couldn't stand each other and Rip was more than happy to admit she planned on making the woman's life.. interesting in ways she would not like.

Rip stepped into the room and broke into a fang filled grin at the items she was seeing. "Yes, I ran a leather shop in zhe last place I inhabited. I did everyzhing from kill zhe beasts, to tanning zhe hide... to dying it und making zhings out of it. It vas fun doing something constructive vith my hands for once instead of destructive." She was gravitating towards the restraints and outfits, running her fingers over the material and feeling a little more... relaxed.

"I'm Rip van Winkle if you're vondering, und I haf to say your shop iz fantastic~."

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Another person with "history" in relation to someone already here. She wonders if this history was for good or bad. With Integra, it could go either way.

"What a small world we've ended up in~! I bet there will be far more connections by the end of the year."

She watched as the woman seemed to admire the restraints. They were a personal favorite, as well. Her fingers roam over a crop whip, smiling. "It would be lovely to make some specialty products with you, if you ever get the time.. More than likely, they would sell well in the Pleasure District." Not a fan of that area, but business was business.

"Rip van Winkle? You look quite youthful!" Grell grinned with a light chuckle. "Grell Sutcliff. Well met."

She let her fingers linger over a set of padded leather cuffs, feeling the leather and stitching with expert hands as she admired the work. Making things like this was child's play to her and something she did with a lot less available tools than what could be gotten here. Maybe if her assigned jobs didn't work out, this would be something she could fall back on for credits.

"I zhink I vould enjoy zhat very much~. Und if I am lucky, you vill be right und I vill haf plenty of connections by zhen." She smiled as she finally let the cuffs go and moved to toy with a flogger.

"It's easy to look zo youthful vhen you don't age anymore." She ran her fingers over the floggers handle and grinned a little more. "Zhank you Grell. I zhink, that the one zhat mentioned zhis place vas right. Ve might get alone swimmingly."

Mh. I guess? [Shooting who he assumes to be a clerk a look, he holds a dark red something up and close to his face.]

Does this color work well with my hair and eyes?

[If he has a reference piece finding something in a more apropiate section is going to be easy. Sure, he could always just go with black, but that's about as boring as the stuff he's seen in the men's section is.]

Maybe he has a guilty conscience. [Leans over Grell's shoulder.]

Who have you been tasting lately, Nam-chan?

"Ah~? Is that becoming a trend nowadays?" Grell knew all about not ageing much. Sure, reapers still aged, but not as quickly as humans.

She crossed her eyes, smiling with a curious look. "Just who sent you here? I think I owe them a gift." Surely if they're bringing Grell new friends with potentially similar tastes, then they deserved a nice card.

[She looks to the garment, then to the person. Yes, he must definitely prefer women's underwear.]

I'd say go with a lighter shade of red. This is a bit too dark. [Walking toward him, she picks up the same item, but in the shade she was referring to.] This like. [It's more of a chilli pepper red.]

"It iz vhen you're not human anymore." And vampires were definitely NOT human by a long shot. Rip revels in her bloodthirsty nature when she's allowed to and is more than happy to literally rip her enemies apart.. with or without her beloved musket.

"Hm...Never did get hiz name. He vas blonde zhough und said.." She paused for a moment and smiled a little. "Vell, he mentioned you vhere his vife und zhat ve had similar tastes."

"I wonder if everyone learning that DEATH could bring eternal youth would become a sought after venture worth making a profit from." It was an idea that Grell was honestly thinking over. People would do anything for beauty lately.

Oh, so it was Marco, hmm? All Grell could do was laugh. "How fortunate to have married someone who knows me so well! I'm definitely giving him a treat for his thoughtfulness!"

"Possibly, but zhere are people here zhat vould zhink such a corruption vould be... unsavory. Like our dear friend, Sir Hellsing. Of course, she vould love nozhing more than to haf my head on a platter... She can be even more vicious zhan zhe vampires she employes back home." Rip gently slaps the flogger against her hand, just testing it out as she glances to her newest friend.

"To offer eternal youth und immortality iz a tricky sale. You vould haf to find zhe right desperate fools to buy it."

She grinned a little. Unfortunately, Rip was unable to create more of her kind, but, it wouldn't stop her from tricking someone into giving her a free meal if she felt hungry enough. "Zhen he is a very lucky man. I also vonder just how much ve do haf in common."

"And yet these items, and the Pleasure District, are making quite the profit. It's society that deems what is and is not unsavory, and I don't particularly think they're in the proper place to make that decision most times. Besides, there are plenty of fools, which would make cleanup a breeze."

Grell sounded very well versed in this area, because she was. Hearing about the nature of Rip and Integra's connection made things interesting. Playing both sides of the coin would be fun and dangerous.

"Oh, I'm certain we wouldn't be too different," she said with a grin.

"Exactly. Vho is to say vat is right und vat is wrong? I may find zhe screams of my prey soothing, anozher find zhem horrendus und take offense... und zhey haf no issue raising a mob to take down zhe one individual zhat thinks differently. Humans und society are very... fickle creatures. Yet, you haf zhe ones in zhe crowd vho are foolish enough to take a deal at face value. Zhey are zhe delicious ones."

Rip gently put down the flogger even if it was tempting to crack it across her hand for effect more than anything. Another time perhaps. Rip was a creature that thrived on conflict and chaos. It was during the hunt and in the battlefield where she felt alive again. And.. perhaps she's been too complacent as of late.

This new place riled her up, shook the tranquility she had developed and stole away things she held dear. To not retaliate would be very unlike her, and she couldn't have that.

"I'm sure~. He mentioned ve might get along after I started talking about my adoration for bloodshed und zhe beauty of a newly created blood splatter on a vhite vall."

Nodding, Grell adjusted her glasses, listening to the tirade against society. "Delicious? You don't hear that everyday. It would be a fit punishment, though."

To be devoured as punishment for heinous crimes should be implemented, in her opinion. Maybe she'll see how the consensus would react to such an idea, but she may already know the answer.

"Yes, indeed! Every time I see something so...pure white, I sometimes wonder what pattern I could make. Sometimes, even your mood can change your initial theme. I do miss such a life." It was very nostalgic o think back on all the fun she had with Angelina.

"How can I not think of zhe fools as delicious~? At my very core I am a predator of humans, zhe volf stalking zhe sheep und vaiting for them to stray from zhe flock so I can haf my meal und terrorize zhe rest with a reminder of vhat goes bump in zhe night."

If such a punishment were implemented, Rip vould live like royalty devouring those shoved her way. Of course, it could easily turn on the Huntress... all the more reason to be selective and careful of her meals. It's a pity the rest would never see the beauty of such a system.

"You're right und zhe terror of zhe victim can flavor zhe blood beautifully if you vere like myself. It's that flavor zhat adds to the deed! You create art with vat you don't consume.. a beautiful splash to create a beautiful painting on a once pristine surface... It iz a life vorth living." She sighs softly.

"It vill be zhat hunt I vill miss vhile I am here."

"I don't have much of an appetite for blood, but I don't mind playing with it~!"

She picked up a paddle with holes in it, looking over the wooden grooves as she spoke.

"Why should you miss something you could do?" Being a bad influence was what Grell exceeded in. "Especially if you don't get caught, or even help a cause."

What happens when two creatures who are exceptionally bad influences on others meet? The world was about to find out. Rip smiled as her eyes lingered on the paddle for a few moments, studying the various holes and imagining just what kind of sound it may create when put to the flesh of a playmate... or victim.

"Even if I got caught, I don't fear death or punishment. I haf already been through hell und I doubt zhey could do vorse zhan my own...vell. Lets just say it vasn't pleasant." She glanced up at Grell, curious of just what kind of cause she might have in mind, especially if it lead to the use of some of her special talents.

"Cause~? Und exactly vat might be a vorthy cause in a place like zhis zhat might require a Huntress's expertise?"

You think? I figured it'd be better if it's a red that has some purple in it. [He gives the red fabric a last glance before he shrugs and puts it back.

Smiling at Grell, he walks over to her.]

In that case I'm looking for some sports underwear that has this shade or something similar, sensei. It doesn't have to be anything fancy, just something nice and comfortable that I can do a lot with without looking like I lost my way to the swim club.

Is she hot? [flops behind Namur and rests his chin on his head, but stares fixedly at Marco, like he's trying to fix what the stupid disappearing blond poofy chicken head looks like into his memory]

[Namur huffs.]

Jus' say that's what it's 'bout then. Shit.

[And then he blushes.]

No one yet but there's all kinds a non humans 'round here so hopefully people ain't gonna be so uptight 'bout that kinda shit. But anyway Grell's got important shit t' say so let her talk, huh? Jerks.

"If we're done talking about Namur's lack of a love life..." She didn't even want to think about Namur's love life. It seemed...surreal. "We need to discuss what we should do about CERES."

Grell took out her CereVice and tapped it a few times. "I hope no one was planning to receive any contact right now. I've scrambled to signals." Yes, Grell was pretty paranoid about CERES and this world in general, despite how much she may like the environment. "We're obviously missing a few of our crew, and a certain someone thought they could play with time and get them back."

She wasn't naming names, but they should know whom Grell was referring to.

"It's far more complicated than we anticipated. So now we need a mode of action. What I've learned from Lilith was that the Auralia network is like a web." Grell fiddled a bit more with her device and projected a blue spiderweb on the floor for everyone to see. "If we step on one part, it'll send an alert to all the others." She demonstrated by having a string plucked, which vibrated, and then a red spider started crawling over the web. "Thatch suggested we just take apart ViViD to start, but it's...not that easy."

Virtual reality systems were new to Grell, and she could already tell that even just tampering would not only be difficult, but risky.

"Ah~! Spoke like a true huntress of the night!"Grell really liked Rip, and wondered what trouble they could cause. "I'll be glad to divulge more details, but the walls have ears. Perhaps we could discuss this in a more private setting?"

Because with such a willing participant, Grell would need some privacy to discuss the more gory details.

"I vould be more zhan happy to if you vould lead zhe vay~. Or tell me a time und place if now is inconvenient for you." Gory details lead to gory actions and that was what a certain huntress craved. She reached for the paddle that Grell was holding so she could feel the weight of such a fine instrument and turn it over in her hands.

If there were more people like her.. like them in this place, maybe it won't be so bad after all.

If you wear too much purple, you'll like as if you have a perpetual rash. [How unattractive!]

You'd be better off in the men's section, however. Most of these items in this section won't accommodate the extra...packaging [Grell sort of points a finger down towards his groin area in the most polite way possible.] Follow me, hmm~?

A rash? [He wrinkles his nose, clearly turned off by the idea.] I'd rather leave that to Nasch. He wears much too much purple and rhinestones anyway.

[The last part is added under his breath as he does as he's told.]

I don't get why there's so many models, though. Wouldn't it be easier to have some unisex versions?

[It seems pointless. Why put them on display where everybody can see them if they aren't suited for use for half of the customers?]

[She shrugs as they walk to the other side of the shop.] It doesn't sell as well as having products catered to specific genders, I find. That would be more appropriate at a sports store.

[Once she reaches a section with what he's looking for, Grell shows him a few items in a better color.] These particular items are smooth to the touch. You'll barely know it's there!

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wow sorry for the long wait!

No worries! I'm slow myself at the moment. orz