Reseda: Isn’t this interesting?
Reseda: Hellsing to the left of me, Catholics to the right…
…and about three dozen ugly mugs with pointy teeth headed this way. Self excepted, of course.
Fake Integra: She’s important to you, isn’t she?
Heinkel: You don’t know anything about it!
Fake Integra: I do. There are people that I need to protect. At all costs.
Heinkel: Is this your plan? To smooth-talk all of us, one by one? We’ll knock you out long before you finish!
Reseda: I don’t recommend that.
– Alu!spirit and Integra!spirit.
– If Integra drank coffee, she’d have this cup.
– Integra and Anthy Himemiya. Similar phenotypes, very different people.
– Walter is the Tea Faerie. (Teakerbell?)
– One of any number of pictures featuring Seras that I finished almost completely, and then didn’t feel like drawing in the Harkonnen Cannon. (She’s supposed to be holding it. That other hand on her hip is Pip’s.)
– Bouncy Seras!
– A toast to the future of Hellsing.
Heinkel: It is not a good point! She’s Sir Hellsing, not some fragile damsel!
Fake Integra: Heinkel Wolfe, was it? Where’s your partner?
Heinkel: Forget the job. Let’s just shoot her.
Timothy: Heinkel, no!
Fake Integra: This is all very charming, but I have a job to do. You can’t keep me here.
Anderson: Why not? You think you can take all of us on at once?
Fake Integra (thinking): Well, yes, but…
Fake Integra: You wouldn’t be so rude as to gang up on a lady, would you?
Anderson: Uh…that’s actually a pretty good point.
Fake Integra: Look, I don’t know who you think you are–
Anderson: Good question.
We ask of thee — who art thou?
Iscariots: We are the Legion of Judas Iscariot!
Anderson: What is it thou hast clutched in thy right hand?!
Iscariots: A dagger and poison!
Fake Integra: I didn’t actually need an answer…
Anderson: What is it thou hast clutched in thy left hand?!
Iscariots: Thirty silver pieces and a halter made of straw!
Anderson: Sir Hellsing, you’re coming with us.
Fake Integra (thinking): Am I supposed to know you?
London, England: some time later.
Timothy: …Okay, perhaps my fears were slightly exaggerated.
Anderson: Indeed. It’s hard to get in too much trouble when your orders are “sit and watch, unless you see Integra Hellsing.”
And what are the odds of running into her in a city this big?
Heinkel: Uh…Father Anderson? Don’t look now…
Erin: That’s it, I’m going to take up fishing! …and move to Australia!
As usual, Heinkel and Timothy handle this year’s homage to the Transgender Day of Remembrance Webcomic Project.
Timothy: That’s a good point…
Heinkel: Are you okay? you look a bit pale. Relatively speaking, I mean.
Timothy: Yeah…I guess it just finally sank in that all of us might really die tonight. How do you cope with something like that?
Heinkel: You got me there, kid. The reason I joined Section XIII in the first place was to cope with the knowledge that someone would probably try to kill me anyway.