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Who: Abigail Hobbs & you
Where: Mansion & surrounding grounds
When: Through the end of July; specify in threads please
Rating: none yet (will add as needed)
Summary: A catch-all post for non-event interactions.
The Story:

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If someone had told her in advance how quickly she would get used to this place, Abigail wouldn't have believed them. But the fact of the matter is, unlike most of the people here, she really doesn't have anything she misses, anything she's eager to get back to. Sure, some of the stuff that happens in Wonderland is alarming: transformations, puppy plagues, murders. But there were plenty of murders back home, and at least here she is afforded a comfortable anonymity. She can go where she wants without asking permission, and there is no point worrying about her future. Time is suspended, and the looming prospect of the rest of her life with it.

There is a just noticeable loosening in her personality. She is still reserved, still cold and suspicious by most people's standards, but her hostility is not quite so close to the surface. Abigail gets in the habit of walking every day, through the mansion and around the grounds, lost in her own thoughts. She has plenty to work through, after all.

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Integra came from a busy life comprised of plotting and warring against the evil of the world. She never had a moment to herself much less time to think about her life and the inactivity in this world on her part was dangerous. Memories swam in her head and it got her thinking about some decisions she had made perhaps too suddenly. Either way, this was the perfect time for regrets to start settling in the girls mind and that did her no good.

Staying busy was her new hobby and without much to do, she had taken to having long walks busying herself with the exploration of the new world she found herself in. So far, she wasn't sure how she felt about it. She wasn't sure where she was on the grounds but she caught sight of another lost soul passing by. She paused for a moment.

"Good day." It was simple and polite.

"Hey," Abigail gave a small wave; she vaguely recognizes the young woman, but can't quite place her. She doesn't think they've spoken. After a moment it dawns on her and she stops walking, asks quickly, "Were you at that- that bonfire party the other night?"

So much of what happened that night, and the one after, seems like a dream: not quite real. But Abigail is almost certain she had seen Integra talking to the younger Hannibal. She doesn't say that much, however. She doesn't her first impression to be 'intensely creepy girl', after all.

Oh no, not that bloody party. Integra had been trying to ignore the fact that there were now a group of people who knew she had a weakness but she should have known she would run into someone eventually. Now that she thought of it, she did recognize this girl. She frowned unsure how to approach her. Integra didn't have a lot of practice talking to people. She was more the ordering type.

"Yes, I was present during the bonfire but I don't believe we spoke."

"No," she says quickly, "I just recognized you."

Well, so much for not appearing creepy.

Some of Integra's uncertainty is mirrored in Abigail. She looks at her feet, then at her hands, wondering if it would be more awkward to just leave or to stay and make small talk with a complete stranger. In the end she opts to stay, if only because the subject of that party has been eating at her these last few days.

"Doesn't it freak you out, that someone can just... play a magic recorder and make people do what they want?"

Maybe it hadn't been as sinister as all that - Pan had only lured them down for a party, after all, not to do his evil bidding. But it still bothers Abigail, more than it would your average person. She has her own reasons to be sensitive to the idea that people are swaying her, coercing her.

Maybe Pan had done something right if these two had the same uncomfortable tendencies within conversations. How had the party even flourished with so many people that failed at being sociable. The change in topic was welcomed since it had been a source of her recent frustrations.

"Believe it or not, creatures using melodies to ensnare others exists despite its rarity. It's a dangerous game to play, especially when one doesn't know the person manipulating us."

Integra didn't appreciate anyone controlling others. It was rude and it was foul. After all, what if he had bad intentions? They wouldn't be able to protect themselves if he decided to do something brutal next time. At least not in her opinion.

"That kind of thing happens where you're from?" Despite having met several people who claim to come from worlds with demons and angels and all kinds of nonsense, Abigail is still surprised by it. It's taken her long enough to get used to the level of nonsense that is the norm in Wonderland; she imagines the transition was easier for people who were already accustomed to the supernatural.

"Unfortunately, it does. It's my trade to slay the monsters that bring harm to the human race."

She said that proudly and without any concern. This was her life and she lived it proudly. Whatever happened here was unfortunate and she would easily make sure it wouldn't happen again but there was no need for violence. Yet.

Oh. A professional monster slayer. Why is it that almost everyone Abigail meets here in Wonderland has some kind of fantastical profession - they're all royalty or chosen ones or high-class thieves or, apparently, monster hunters? Makes her feel a little under-accomplished, all things considered.

"So you're a hunter?"

That was the term that Jo and Bela had used for such people, and Abigail makes the not unreasonable assumption that Integra is from the same world as them.

"I'm a Hellsing but yes, I suppose the terminology as 'hunter' is accurate." She gave her a glance. "Have you met others like me?"

That was going to be a strange surprise.

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