Fangirl Karaoke: 13 Days of Hellsing Karaoke, Part II

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The Catholics, from right to left: Yumiko; the nameless priest from Cross Fire #1; Heinkel; Father Renaldo; Alexander Anderson; Enrico Maxwell; and a nameless member of the John sector (section III, just as Iscariot is XIII). On the seventh day of Christmas my vampire gave to me Seven Catholics preaching Six silver bullets Five pints… Continue reading Fangirl Karaoke: 13 Days of Hellsing Karaoke, Part II

A Long Flight to the Fight 18/30

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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:… Continue reading A Long Flight to the Fight 18/30

A Long Flight to the Fight 19/30

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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?… Continue reading A Long Flight to the Fight 19/30

A Long Flight to the Fight 20/30

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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!

Moonlight Romancia 10/27

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[GLARE] Seras: … Seras (thinking): Pip, don’t tease her. …Him. …Heinkel. Pip (thinking): Aw, Seras. You blow up a few interdimensional invaders, you earn the right to snark at smarmy fanatics.