"Hello. You've reached the inbox of Lord Cain C. Hargreaves. I'm afraid I'm not available at the moment, but please leave a detailed message and I shall return your call at the earliest opportunity."
[Might as well follow-up and see if she needed to free up space or not]
Hello, Earl Lord Cain, sir! This is Myriam Scuttlebutt of The Cerealia Times newspaper.
I was wondering, have you received any information regarding your butler, the Mr. "Riff Raffit?" I'm asking because if you haven't, I'm more than happy to leave your report in print for another week or two.
Sss, sss, sss! Gimme a call back if you'd like it changed! If not, I'll just assume no one has yet contacted you with information and leave that report up for you. Ta-ta~!
Lord Cain is quite sufficient, but thank you for the effort.
I haven't heard anything yet, however the silence leads me to believe he may not be here at all.
[Which is tragic, and unfair, but when has life ever been fair?]
If you don't require the space for something else, I'd be very grateful for a little more time, but you've already done me a great service and I thank you for it.
[Curt as ever, this one is. But... hey! After warding away a multitude of hallucinogenic bugs, Integra is feeling a bit generous. Hence why Cain's hand is now taken into something of a vicegrip.]
[Cain was not made for the wilderness, and neither were his shoes or clothes--but he was also not one to turn down a challenge, and this is no exception.
He'd rather Riff were with him, of course, but he doesn't have a choice just now, and at least he isn't completely alone. Even if he doesn't agree with Sir Integra on most things, butting heads is somehow better than the gaping maw of isolation.
There's something soothing in bickering.]
Certainly, Sir, but if I might request that you leave my metacarpals intact? I'd like them to be in working order in case I need to use them later on.
Edited (and then I changed my mind on wording BLEH) 2015-10-05 01:31 (UTC)
[Oh Cain, he really should have refrained from saying anything.
She didn't want to be doing this, in truth. In the jungle - she knew - Cain was practically a dead weight. There was very little he could do that would actually be of use to her, and she could make it out on her own with or without his assistance. So why, oh why, was she doing this? True, she was his superior, and had a vested interest in keeping her subordinates alive. But that wasn't quite it...
Ah--! A pesky thing called a heart? She had one, contrary to what she would have most believe. Really, it is painful to watch him flounder like this. Clearly, she is doing him a favour!!
Being the mature, responsible adult Integra is, she only tightens her grip around his hand, chuckling.
[Cain winces at the tightening grip--honestly, if she didn't outrank him, he'd reconsider his feelings on physically assaulting the fairer sex. It's so very juvenile...that it turns back around and becomes endearing.
By God, he's going to give Riff a very stern talking-to for leaving him alone with this woman if--when he turns up.]
Sir, in all seriousness, I'm of much less use to you if I'm injured. I am functionally ambidextrous, but two hands are better than one, and four are certainly better than three, particularly when one is attempting to navigate the wilderness. I'm a good shot, but better with my right hand than my left. I'm not large in stature, either, but I am quite fast when the situation requires it, and you needn't worry about me keeping up.
[That's enough of her manhandling for now, she decided. The grasp around Cain's hand loosens considerably, although Integra does seem intent on tugging him along.]
It was hardly tight enough to cause any real damage, sir. [And trust her, she could do damage...] Frankly, it never occurred to me how delicate you were. [The fairer sex is who now?] I'll be certain to take your advisement in the future.
[Or not. There's a hint of laughter in her tone.]
I wouldn't suppose you are versed in the art of leather-making, are you?
Believe me, Sir Hellsing, I don't believe I have ever been so calm. Compared to my place of origin, such adventures as this are a picnic on a balmy summer's day.
[He'd rather have his hand back to himself so that he can shake some feeling back to his fingers--and, to be totally honest, because he prefers minimal physical contact, particularly with those he doesn't know well--but the loosened grip is better than nothing, and he sighs and allows her to hold his hand as he matches his stride to hers.]
Creating leather from hide, no, but I'm familiar with most basic stitches and can craft with leather to what I would consider an acceptable degree. [He raises an eyebrow and glances from her shoulders to her feet and back up, not that she's likely to be paying attention...but he can't resist.] I can't make you a corset, but if you require a pouch of some sort, perhaps a waterskin, I can help in the endeavor.
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Hello, Earl Lord Cain, sir! This is Myriam Scuttlebutt of The Cerealia Times newspaper.
I was wondering, have you received any information regarding your butler, the Mr. "Riff Raffit?" I'm asking because if you haven't, I'm more than happy to leave your report in print for another week or two.
Sss, sss, sss! Gimme a call back if you'd like it changed! If not, I'll just assume no one has yet contacted you with information and leave that report up for you. Ta-ta~!
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Lord Cain is quite sufficient, but thank you for the effort.
I haven't heard anything yet, however the silence leads me to believe he may not be here at all.
[Which is tragic, and unfair, but when has life ever been fair?]
If you don't require the space for something else, I'd be very grateful for a little more time, but you've already done me a great service and I thank you for it.
Have a lovely evening.
Action; In the forest somewhere...
[Curt as ever, this one is. But... hey! After warding away a multitude of hallucinogenic bugs, Integra is feeling a bit generous. Hence why Cain's hand is now taken into something of a vicegrip.]
Come along. Don't dawdle.
[We're sorry.]
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He'd rather Riff were with him, of course, but he doesn't have a choice just now, and at least he isn't completely alone. Even if he doesn't agree with Sir Integra on most things, butting heads is somehow better than the gaping maw of isolation.
There's something soothing in bickering.]
Certainly, Sir, but if I might request that you leave my metacarpals intact? I'd like them to be in working order in case I need to use them later on.
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She didn't want to be doing this, in truth. In the jungle - she knew - Cain was practically a dead weight. There was very little he could do that would actually be of use to her, and she could make it out on her own with or without his assistance. So why, oh why, was she doing this? True, she was his superior, and had a vested interest in keeping her subordinates alive. But that wasn't quite it...
Ah--! A pesky thing called a heart? She had one, contrary to what she would have most believe. Really, it is painful to watch him flounder like this. Clearly, she is doing him a favour!!
Being the mature, responsible adult Integra is, she only tightens her grip around his hand, chuckling.
Why does she do this?]
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[Cain winces at the tightening grip--honestly, if she didn't outrank him, he'd reconsider his feelings on physically assaulting the fairer sex. It's so very juvenile...that it turns back around and becomes endearing.
By God, he's going to give Riff a very stern talking-to for leaving him alone with this woman if--when he turns up.]
Sir, in all seriousness, I'm of much less use to you if I'm injured. I am functionally ambidextrous, but two hands are better than one, and four are certainly better than three, particularly when one is attempting to navigate the wilderness. I'm a good shot, but better with my right hand than my left. I'm not large in stature, either, but I am quite fast when the situation requires it, and you needn't worry about me keeping up.
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[That's enough of her manhandling for now, she decided. The grasp around Cain's hand loosens considerably, although Integra does seem intent on tugging him along.]
It was hardly tight enough to cause any real damage, sir. [And trust her, she could do damage...] Frankly, it never occurred to me how delicate you were. [The fairer sex is who now?] I'll be certain to take your advisement in the future.
[Or not. There's a hint of laughter in her tone.]
I wouldn't suppose you are versed in the art of leather-making, are you?
[........Integra what?]
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[He'd rather have his hand back to himself so that he can shake some feeling back to his fingers--and, to be totally honest, because he prefers minimal physical contact, particularly with those he doesn't know well--but the loosened grip is better than nothing, and he sighs and allows her to hold his hand as he matches his stride to hers.]
Creating leather from hide, no, but I'm familiar with most basic stitches and can craft with leather to what I would consider an acceptable degree. [He raises an eyebrow and glances from her shoulders to her feet and back up, not that she's likely to be paying attention...but he can't resist.] I can't make you a corset, but if you require a pouch of some sort, perhaps a waterskin, I can help in the endeavor.