Tweak wrote:I wanna know what was going on with Pip like 15 minutes before he comes out to see Seras in
Hellsing: Curiosity.
You've got that link wrong, but I know what fic you mean.
Bernadotte had never been much for religion. But plenty of the mercenaries in his group were, and Ackerson, who had dropped out of seminary a few months before being ordained, was the closest thing they had to a chaplain - until they signed on with Hellsing.
Now they had a shooting range next to a huge freakin' Anglican chapel, all done up in stained glass and gold leaf and marble. At least, that was what Bernadotte could see from the outside.
"You haven't gone in?" exclaimed Ackerman.
"Nope."
"You've never seen the inside of this thing?"
"Never."
"My God, Bernadotte, you have no idea what you're missing! The place is a bloody palace!"
"It's a fossil," said Bernadotte, without thinking.
"What do you mean?"
Bernadotte blinked (technically, he only closed and opened one eye, but it meant the same as a blink). "Forget it."
"Seriously, man. What?"
"Well ... it's a relic. It's hundreds of years old. Nobody builds like this any more. The Anglicans just go into the old ones and sit down in petrified pews and pretend it's still the sixteenth century and the Brits rule the world. I don't care how tricked out the bloody interior is, it's still pathetic."
Ackerman, who had been known to give improvised sermons on the dusty ground outside mud huts, considered this. Then he said, "How about this. You go in right now, and I'll stand up in front and read some verses that are
completely relevant to your life right now."
Bernadotte wasn't impressed. "What, like the ones about killing, or the ones about demons, or..."
"The ones about boobs."
Bernadotte sat up straight. "Race you there."
