To: greatqueenerat@france.fr
From: fangsnfeathers@england.co.uk
Subject: Little Glass Vials
FUCK! You've got the Graverobber in your employ? HOW? We've been after him for months, hoping to secure his allegiance, but he's a slipperier fish than our friend in the opera, and you know how she is! That's good news though. Very good news. (You shall be thanked. I'm thinking with fancy sidearms? Sidewinder missiles? Some of that heritage Darjeeling?) If you have him and can keep him away from Amber Sweet, perhaps she can be deposed as the brazen addict she is. GeneCo might be an amoral pack of jackals, but should her activities be exposed... especially if she's technically embezzling from the company... well, I've seen what happens to those who cross GeneCo. Nathan Wallace was a good friend of Dr. Trevelyan- you remember him, no? My personal surgeon? I've never seen such vicious corporate behavior. And I headed the Hellsing Organization, of all things. And then we can put somebody else in charge... Perhaps somebody from the Millennium sector? Imagine what Jan Valentine would do with an unlimited supply of transplant organs. I do know that I want to remove Luigi from GeneCo entirely. I fear I must request that you let me have him; his proclivities wouldn't fall in well with the Sisterhood's activities, and I think I could forge that raging temper of his into a well-honed blade. Hellsing is still an actual business, after all, and I think Luigi would make a fine manager. And even if he doesn't, I feel it necessary to sever as many of his familial bonds as possible. You'd be amazed at what humans can accomplish, provided they feel sufficiently betrayed...
Of course, we can not risk this operation by moving swiftly. The hoi polloi still, for some reason, idolizes Amber Sweet. I'd wanted to move Ripje into the position recently... vacated... by Blind Mag, but she wanted no part. I think she feels the same way you do about anything Italian. I think that turning the Graverobber might be useful, but I don't think I can bring myself to do it. He looks too much like my cousin- you remember Luke, right? for my tastes. With Amber out of the way, Pavi should be easy enough to handle. He has much in common with that German doctor who was involved with Millennium for a while, aside from the obvious comparison to René and his libido. I think that, if relocated properly, we can ignore him.
And while I would hope for your sake that the doctors at the Asylum don't follow my lead, there is nothing wrong with mixing business and pleasure! Remember what Hellsing's primary asset once was? I am most certainly not talking about the police girl. (As Eglantine would say it, "Rawwwwr. I mean, dayumn." How do you even pronounce that last word?)
I, too, look forward to tea.
Cordially,
Countess Sir Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing
Thursday, July 15, 2010
E-mail 4
To: fangsnfeathers@england.co.uk
From: greatqueenerat@france.fr
Subject: Irksome Italians
Dear Countess Hellsing,
The things one hears in an Asylum, or so the saying goes; to writ: I have but a few hours ago been presented with a rather extremely illuminating Sisterhood report on this Largo situation (or I do suppose, this Sweet situation, should we wish to acknowledge that… person’s petty indulgences), and to be still more particular, on Zydrate production in the disreputable enclave that pernicious family has carved out for itself; a report from which I have learned the following: illegal Zydrate production, on which we had pinned so many worries, is no more, or rather, is a rapidly expanding market, but under Largo auspices: a market domestic, within that city-on-a-graveyard, and foreign, and thus, the market driving the growing Zydrate problem within our own nations: a grave charge, to be sure, but one made with confidence by Sisterhood agents in whom I, in turn, have complete confidence, a conclusion, indeed, substantiated by the testimony of a prominent street-vender of Zydrate and client of Largo policies, whom my agents brought under Sisterhood pay (it should here be noted that this man’s affect on my agents, several of whom had previously shown no favor toward males, bears note, and, given this individual’s connections with the Largos, may portend some aphrodisiac device appearing in GeneCo’s arsenal in the coming months, which, if I may venture into stating the obvious, may provide those people with leverage over our mutual friend (to… um… assign a neutral enough word) René, with obvious and odious political implications), and indeed, this grave robbing Zydrate vending ruffian has claimed to be so prominent as to supply our mutual… aquantance, Sweet, with her Zydrate, which, if true, would indeed explain how she has been able to keep her habit off the GeneCo books (which I am sure, Countess, that your intelligence service, being just as efficient as mine, has provided to you as well), and thus of no use to her brothers’ admittedly rather timid-seeming attempts to overthrow her, if this is true, in fact, we could well have precisely the leverage we require to aid Mr. Luigi Largo in assuming his rightful place as our puppet CEO, and, in fact, if this is true, I shall now be so bold as to propose that we do, in fact, embark on this endeavour, for it must be admitted by any reasonable observer that if our nations’ Zydrate problem is in fact a product of deliberate GeneCo policy, it must be seen as nothing short of a policy of war, clandestine, true, but war none-the-less, meriting our response, if only clandestinely, with acts predicated on a similar attitude of enmity, of which the overthrow of that… woman would be a perfect example; thus, Countess, I do here formally propose that our agents act together to achieve this end, and end for which we should have far more assets available then the number we shall actually need (and indeed, should it prove necessary to put a rapid and punctuated end to the situation, sending Chandra, further armed as she now is, to remedy the situation may well prove just as effective as indulging my General Staff’s rather understandable, in light of their origins in this fair land of Gaulish past, enthusiasm for tactical nuclear warheads) and, having made this proposal, must conclude, at the risk this time of mixing pleasure with business, by noting my relief at the reprieve of my clothing, and, finally, must assure you that I shall send you butter crumpets in abundance.
I do look forward to tea.
Yours manicly,
President Emilie Autumn
Ps. If my new graverobbing associate does indeed prove to be as valuable an asset as he claims to be, I should like to consult you about making him a vampire, for, though I do realize you prefer to keep such indulgences of mortals to a minimum, it would surely make our operations far easier in that rather touchy sector of the world.
From: greatqueenerat@france.fr
Subject: Irksome Italians
Dear Countess Hellsing,
The things one hears in an Asylum, or so the saying goes; to writ: I have but a few hours ago been presented with a rather extremely illuminating Sisterhood report on this Largo situation (or I do suppose, this Sweet situation, should we wish to acknowledge that… person’s petty indulgences), and to be still more particular, on Zydrate production in the disreputable enclave that pernicious family has carved out for itself; a report from which I have learned the following: illegal Zydrate production, on which we had pinned so many worries, is no more, or rather, is a rapidly expanding market, but under Largo auspices: a market domestic, within that city-on-a-graveyard, and foreign, and thus, the market driving the growing Zydrate problem within our own nations: a grave charge, to be sure, but one made with confidence by Sisterhood agents in whom I, in turn, have complete confidence, a conclusion, indeed, substantiated by the testimony of a prominent street-vender of Zydrate and client of Largo policies, whom my agents brought under Sisterhood pay (it should here be noted that this man’s affect on my agents, several of whom had previously shown no favor toward males, bears note, and, given this individual’s connections with the Largos, may portend some aphrodisiac device appearing in GeneCo’s arsenal in the coming months, which, if I may venture into stating the obvious, may provide those people with leverage over our mutual friend (to… um… assign a neutral enough word) René, with obvious and odious political implications), and indeed, this grave robbing Zydrate vending ruffian has claimed to be so prominent as to supply our mutual… aquantance, Sweet, with her Zydrate, which, if true, would indeed explain how she has been able to keep her habit off the GeneCo books (which I am sure, Countess, that your intelligence service, being just as efficient as mine, has provided to you as well), and thus of no use to her brothers’ admittedly rather timid-seeming attempts to overthrow her, if this is true, in fact, we could well have precisely the leverage we require to aid Mr. Luigi Largo in assuming his rightful place as our puppet CEO, and, in fact, if this is true, I shall now be so bold as to propose that we do, in fact, embark on this endeavour, for it must be admitted by any reasonable observer that if our nations’ Zydrate problem is in fact a product of deliberate GeneCo policy, it must be seen as nothing short of a policy of war, clandestine, true, but war none-the-less, meriting our response, if only clandestinely, with acts predicated on a similar attitude of enmity, of which the overthrow of that… woman would be a perfect example; thus, Countess, I do here formally propose that our agents act together to achieve this end, and end for which we should have far more assets available then the number we shall actually need (and indeed, should it prove necessary to put a rapid and punctuated end to the situation, sending Chandra, further armed as she now is, to remedy the situation may well prove just as effective as indulging my General Staff’s rather understandable, in light of their origins in this fair land of Gaulish past, enthusiasm for tactical nuclear warheads) and, having made this proposal, must conclude, at the risk this time of mixing pleasure with business, by noting my relief at the reprieve of my clothing, and, finally, must assure you that I shall send you butter crumpets in abundance.
I do look forward to tea.
Yours manicly,
President Emilie Autumn
Ps. If my new graverobbing associate does indeed prove to be as valuable an asset as he claims to be, I should like to consult you about making him a vampire, for, though I do realize you prefer to keep such indulgences of mortals to a minimum, it would surely make our operations far easier in that rather touchy sector of the world.
E-mail 3
To: greatqueenerat@france.fr
From: fangsnfeathers@england.co.uk
Subject: Concession of Wrongness
Madame President,
Well, that certainly explains things a bit! I should have known you'd never do anything to put one of your devotees at risk. And while it is an impractical combat uniform, it does convey a sense of deranged dignity as a dress uniform. And, while I fear I would drown in the ruffles, it does suit my girl. There's nothing more adorable than something that looks like a large porcelain doll baring fangs at you.
Anyways, I do see the merits to such a design. After composing that last e-mail, I went down to the kitchen because I was, for some reason or other, exceedingly hungry. Somebody had eaten all the cheese poofs and freeze-dried Asian noodles, so I was forced to attempt to make a giant sandwich for comfort. Only we were out of sliced bread, so I had to slice some more, but then I realized that there were no knives in the kitchen. Well, you know how I am after I... indulge, so after managing to destroy seven loaves with my revolver (Side note: Did you know that bullets don't slice bread evenly?), naturally I had to go look for them.
Every single knife in our house, plus five of the Count's favorite guns, three practice foils, and a wooden ventriloquist's dummy managed to fit in the folds of that dress. I didn't even know we had a ventriloquist's dummy. I don't think we even know any ventriloquists. But I was rather impressed with her ingenuity and devotion to her new task; it seems you may have gotten more than you bargained for in enlisting my Chandra! I simply told her that if Lex Luthor was to seize her, she should use her sense of dramatic irony. At this, she pulled out a cake server and grinned. Is it any wonder she's my favorite? Geneva be damned, she's a woman after my own heart. Or rather, the heart of anybody who crosses her. If only the other two were half as interesting!
And your clothing might not suffer the indignity of my middle child. Egs has expressed interest in "crashing" here for a few days after G20K- to "hang out" with us- and you know she doesn't go anywhere without that brother of hers. While I do fear she's going native, René will keep him distracted for a few days. You might be girly, but he's flamboyant. Although I don't much care myself for anybody who encourages the child's habits, René doesn't mind sharing clothes with him. The last time the two were together, they had taken the children for a week on their new yacht, and the boy came back wearing a sailor suit with those tiny little shorts. You know the ones. His father, needless to say, was quite upset. I was as well, but for entirely different reasons. Though perhaps less as upset as I would have been normally; indeed, this dealing with the Largos is weighing heavily on my mind. Luigi is tolerable, and even perhaps useful, but I've known pigeons more capable than his useless siblings. With his sister running the show at GeneCo, there will be problems, mark my word. And if I know that little tart like I think I do, the unregulated distribution of Zydrate is only going to get worse... Perhaps if we got the makers of it on our side? I know that I can lure Luigi into supporting us, but I'd like to handle this as non-violently as possible... for now...
Would you be so kind as to tuck a box of those exquisite little butter crumpets into your parcels? I fear I'm still something of a wretched baker. I'll be having the staff prepare the Zen Room for you, I think- we're currently remodeling the guest suites. D thought it would be "funny" to ride the Thunderhorse through the halls. I believe I now understand why Dr. Furter killed that young man on the motorcycle- the damage something like that does to a hallway!
Cordially,
Countess Sir Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing
From: fangsnfeathers@england.co.uk
Subject: Concession of Wrongness
Madame President,
Well, that certainly explains things a bit! I should have known you'd never do anything to put one of your devotees at risk. And while it is an impractical combat uniform, it does convey a sense of deranged dignity as a dress uniform. And, while I fear I would drown in the ruffles, it does suit my girl. There's nothing more adorable than something that looks like a large porcelain doll baring fangs at you.
Anyways, I do see the merits to such a design. After composing that last e-mail, I went down to the kitchen because I was, for some reason or other, exceedingly hungry. Somebody had eaten all the cheese poofs and freeze-dried Asian noodles, so I was forced to attempt to make a giant sandwich for comfort. Only we were out of sliced bread, so I had to slice some more, but then I realized that there were no knives in the kitchen. Well, you know how I am after I... indulge, so after managing to destroy seven loaves with my revolver (Side note: Did you know that bullets don't slice bread evenly?), naturally I had to go look for them.
Every single knife in our house, plus five of the Count's favorite guns, three practice foils, and a wooden ventriloquist's dummy managed to fit in the folds of that dress. I didn't even know we had a ventriloquist's dummy. I don't think we even know any ventriloquists. But I was rather impressed with her ingenuity and devotion to her new task; it seems you may have gotten more than you bargained for in enlisting my Chandra! I simply told her that if Lex Luthor was to seize her, she should use her sense of dramatic irony. At this, she pulled out a cake server and grinned. Is it any wonder she's my favorite? Geneva be damned, she's a woman after my own heart. Or rather, the heart of anybody who crosses her. If only the other two were half as interesting!
And your clothing might not suffer the indignity of my middle child. Egs has expressed interest in "crashing" here for a few days after G20K- to "hang out" with us- and you know she doesn't go anywhere without that brother of hers. While I do fear she's going native, René will keep him distracted for a few days. You might be girly, but he's flamboyant. Although I don't much care myself for anybody who encourages the child's habits, René doesn't mind sharing clothes with him. The last time the two were together, they had taken the children for a week on their new yacht, and the boy came back wearing a sailor suit with those tiny little shorts. You know the ones. His father, needless to say, was quite upset. I was as well, but for entirely different reasons. Though perhaps less as upset as I would have been normally; indeed, this dealing with the Largos is weighing heavily on my mind. Luigi is tolerable, and even perhaps useful, but I've known pigeons more capable than his useless siblings. With his sister running the show at GeneCo, there will be problems, mark my word. And if I know that little tart like I think I do, the unregulated distribution of Zydrate is only going to get worse... Perhaps if we got the makers of it on our side? I know that I can lure Luigi into supporting us, but I'd like to handle this as non-violently as possible... for now...
Would you be so kind as to tuck a box of those exquisite little butter crumpets into your parcels? I fear I'm still something of a wretched baker. I'll be having the staff prepare the Zen Room for you, I think- we're currently remodeling the guest suites. D thought it would be "funny" to ride the Thunderhorse through the halls. I believe I now understand why Dr. Furter killed that young man on the motorcycle- the damage something like that does to a hallway!
Cordially,
Countess Sir Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
E-mail 2
To: fangsnfeathers@england.co.uk
From: greatqueenerat@france.fr
Subject: Your Daughter
Dear Countess Hellsing,
Pleased as I am to receive correspondence from outside the Asylum, most notably from so dear a friend as yourself, Countess, I do nevertheless feel that I should clarify a point or two about your daughter Chandra, honorary Gothic Lolita of the First Battalion of my First Regiment; and, more particularly, about her uniform.
It is, of course, a dress uniform, for that is simply the only sort suitable for a daughter of yours, Countess, and indeed, Chandra would scarcely be assigned combat duties (they do still call on us to uphold those silly Geneva Conventions, after all, which the use of your daughter against ones enemies would be sure to violate), and in fact, though I must admit I have been loathe to tell you until now, she had quite a hand in the design of her current apparel, having declared the normal garment “quite too plain”.
I do indeed appreciate the delicate nature of the situation with your… male child… (and do please tell that… person not to stretch out my corsets so), but to be frank, Countess, I am unconcerned, for Chandra has taken quite a liking to her new uniform, and you and I both know the fate that befalls those… persons… who endeavour to meddle with those things which Lolita Chandra (if I may be so bold as to refer to her by her new honorary title) has taken a liking to.
Indeed, should Lex Luthor, or anyone, attempt to steal your daughter, I must confess amusement at the thought of the fate that would befall them.
I am unaware of the origin of the hatpin, lovely as it is, as it was provided by Chandra herself as we designed her uniform.
This GeneCo situation is indeed quite irksome, as one would expect (if you’ll pardon me my mild prejudices) when dealing with Italians; however, I do remain confident that we shall be able to resolve it quickly and with a minimum of nuclear munitions expended, and on that note, must now pause here to gratefully accept your most gracious invitation to your house (as for badminton: but of course I shall bring my set).
I do so look forward to tea.
Yours manicly,
President Emilie Autumn
Ps. Though it is no doubt a lost cause, perhaps between us we could keep all of my clothing safe this visit, and thus out of the hands of your… child?
From: greatqueenerat@france.fr
Subject: Your Daughter
Dear Countess Hellsing,
Pleased as I am to receive correspondence from outside the Asylum, most notably from so dear a friend as yourself, Countess, I do nevertheless feel that I should clarify a point or two about your daughter Chandra, honorary Gothic Lolita of the First Battalion of my First Regiment; and, more particularly, about her uniform.
It is, of course, a dress uniform, for that is simply the only sort suitable for a daughter of yours, Countess, and indeed, Chandra would scarcely be assigned combat duties (they do still call on us to uphold those silly Geneva Conventions, after all, which the use of your daughter against ones enemies would be sure to violate), and in fact, though I must admit I have been loathe to tell you until now, she had quite a hand in the design of her current apparel, having declared the normal garment “quite too plain”.
I do indeed appreciate the delicate nature of the situation with your… male child… (and do please tell that… person not to stretch out my corsets so), but to be frank, Countess, I am unconcerned, for Chandra has taken quite a liking to her new uniform, and you and I both know the fate that befalls those… persons… who endeavour to meddle with those things which Lolita Chandra (if I may be so bold as to refer to her by her new honorary title) has taken a liking to.
Indeed, should Lex Luthor, or anyone, attempt to steal your daughter, I must confess amusement at the thought of the fate that would befall them.
I am unaware of the origin of the hatpin, lovely as it is, as it was provided by Chandra herself as we designed her uniform.
This GeneCo situation is indeed quite irksome, as one would expect (if you’ll pardon me my mild prejudices) when dealing with Italians; however, I do remain confident that we shall be able to resolve it quickly and with a minimum of nuclear munitions expended, and on that note, must now pause here to gratefully accept your most gracious invitation to your house (as for badminton: but of course I shall bring my set).
I do so look forward to tea.
Yours manicly,
President Emilie Autumn
Ps. Though it is no doubt a lost cause, perhaps between us we could keep all of my clothing safe this visit, and thus out of the hands of your… child?
E-mail 1
To: greatqueenerat@france.fr
From: fangsnfeathers@england.co.uk
Subject: My Daughter
Dear Madame President,
I am displeased. While I know it's a great honour that my daughter be given a rank in the Sisterhood, and while I know that the first battalion is the closest to you, and while I know you're the best violin teacher slash ungodly godmother a girl could ever have, I cannot help but be displeased.
My daughter looks like a cake. Really, Emilie, what kind of uniform is this? How do you run in this? How do you fence in this? Do you know what happens if you accidentally drop a cinder on something like this? I cannot allow her to leave the house in it for fear that Lex Luthor will steal her while nobody's looking. And that's terrible.
Furthermore, you know of our little... situation with my middle child. We have a difficult enough time trying to keep him out of the Sangreal siblings' garments and the spare clothing you keep here; how are we supposed to guard the guest quarters' closets and Chandra's at the same time? Being only a dhampir, he doesn't have the same weaknesses his father does. The boy is becoming immune to the roses we wind around the doorknobs, and once he breaks through, then where will we be?
I will say though, the insignia's not bad. Did Eglantine design that hatpin?
Looking forward to seeing you at the G20K conference and picking your brain about the GeneCo situation. The Count wants to know if you're coming to stay afterwards and if you'll bring the badminton set.
Happy Bastille Day.
Cordially,
Countess Sir Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing
From: fangsnfeathers@england.co.uk
Subject: My Daughter
Dear Madame President,
I am displeased. While I know it's a great honour that my daughter be given a rank in the Sisterhood, and while I know that the first battalion is the closest to you, and while I know you're the best violin teacher slash ungodly godmother a girl could ever have, I cannot help but be displeased.
My daughter looks like a cake. Really, Emilie, what kind of uniform is this? How do you run in this? How do you fence in this? Do you know what happens if you accidentally drop a cinder on something like this? I cannot allow her to leave the house in it for fear that Lex Luthor will steal her while nobody's looking. And that's terrible.
Furthermore, you know of our little... situation with my middle child. We have a difficult enough time trying to keep him out of the Sangreal siblings' garments and the spare clothing you keep here; how are we supposed to guard the guest quarters' closets and Chandra's at the same time? Being only a dhampir, he doesn't have the same weaknesses his father does. The boy is becoming immune to the roses we wind around the doorknobs, and once he breaks through, then where will we be?
I will say though, the insignia's not bad. Did Eglantine design that hatpin?
Looking forward to seeing you at the G20K conference and picking your brain about the GeneCo situation. The Count wants to know if you're coming to stay afterwards and if you'll bring the badminton set.
Happy Bastille Day.
Cordially,
Countess Sir Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing
Monday, July 12, 2010
The Asylum Army
Priorities:
- To act as bodyguards, protecting the person, home, instruments, studio, etc, of Miss Emilie Autumn
- To conduct combat operations against enemies of EA
- To defend EA fandom against all enemy action
- To endeavour to spread the Plague further
The Army’s basic tactical unit is the squad, consisting of 5 soldiers: 4 Muffins, commanded by a Plague Rat. Most operations are conducted at this level, mostly establishing security for EA fans against rogue Dethkolk-exclusivity gangs. Groups of squads may co-ordinate for such operations. Command devolves to the squad commander whose squad has greatest seniority within the platoon, 2nd squad having the Plague Rat with greatest seniority, and 9th squad having the Plague Rat with the least.
Large area-control operations may be conducted at the platoon level. The platoon, consisting of 50 soldiers, is divided into 10 squads. 2nd through 9th squads are combat squads. 10th squad is a medic squad. 1st squad is the headquarters squad, serving as guards and staff to the platoon’s commander, typically a Chambermaid. 1st squad is not a merely administrative unit, however, and may often see combat. When, rarely, multiple platoons embark on operations together, command devolves to the Chambermaid with highest seniority, that of 1st platoon having highest, that of 9th platoon the lowest.
Platoons are grouped into companies. There are 6 platoons in a company, plus the company commander and an at-large squad, which serves as her or his staff, for a total of 306 soldiers. The company, typically commanded by a Mad Girl, is mostly an administrative unit, overseeing operations by subsidiary platoons. However, in rare instances, entire companies may be engaged in single operations, under the direct command of their Mad Girl commander.
Companies are grouped into battalions, which consist of 5 companies, and a headquarters of 10, for a total size of 1,530 soldiers. Commanded by a Gothic Lolita, battalions are almost entirely administrative, as no battalion has itself ever been involved in combat operations. Nevertheless, the tactical abilities of Gothic Lolitas are quite honed, both by planning operations for their subsidiary companies, and in a rigorous regimen of exercises, intended to prepare the Army for a the outbreak of a major “war” against major hostile forces. The 6th Platoon of E Company within a battalion is a medic platoon, handling all but initial first aid for most combat injuries.
5 battalions constitute a regiment, which, with a headquarters of 20, consists of a total of 7,720 soldiers. Commanded by an Opheliac, the regiment is an almost purely administrative unit, and the largest units of the current Asylum Army. Like battalion commanders, however, the Opheliac of a regiment is virtually constantly honing her or his combat skills, in preparation for a potential war. E Company of 5th Battalion in each regiment is a hospital company, mostly handling recovering cases from within the regiment.
Though the regiment is the largest normal unit in the army, plans exist to establish divisions in wartime, heavily based on militia troops. The details of a division’s structure have not been established, though in the current literature, the rank of General is often tentatively assigned to divisional command. However, no such rank exists in the current Asylum Army.
Due to the irregular nature of the Army’s current tactical environment, logistic duties are carried out by combat troops, with the exception of administration, which is handled by regular unit headquarters. There is thus no need for a dedicated logistic service, at present, beyond the full-time services of a few members of the General Staff.
There are, at present, 4 regiments within the Asylum Army: 1st (Opheliac), 2nd (Enchant), 3rd (Fight Like a Girl), and 4th (Unlaced). In addition to a General Staff (in which the ranks of Asylum Administrator and Asylum Director may be found) of around 50, the Asylum Army thus consists of approximately 30,930 members.
Squads are numbered within platoons, and platoons within companies. Companies are known by the letters A through E within a battalion, while battalions are numbered within regiments, which are themselves numbered. Thus, a typical soldier may serve in 3rd Squad, 5th Platoon, B Company, 2nd Battalion, 1st Regiment (Opheliac). Both platoon and squad numbers are often used by themselves, but in conjunction; thus, our soldier belongs colloquially to the 53rd squad. Company letters are often related by the NATO alphabet, and thus she belongs to Baker Company. The honorific names of regiments are rarely used colloquially, serving more as official honors.
The rank structure of the Asylum Army, with NATO-equivalent status, is below:
Muffin: E-2
Plague Rat: E-6
Chambermaid: O-2
Mad Girl: O-4
Gothic Lolita: O-6
Opheliac: O-7
Asylum Administrator: O-8
Asylum Director: O-9
Note that there is no sharp enlisted/officer distinction. A Chambermaid is simply a promoted Plague Rat, not an “officer” to the Plague Rat’s “NCO”.
The ranks’ insignia are black cheekhearts. A Muffin is denoted by one heart under the left eye, a Plague Rat by one under either eye, and the succeeding ranks to Opheliac by one more for each rank, from left to right. A Gothic Lotita thus carries three under her or his left eye, and two under her or his right, while an Opheliac has three under either eye. Asylum Administrators have one large heart under their left eye, Asylum Directors have one under each eye. Black is the only color used for any hearts, the use of red being reserved for Miss Autumn herself.
Saturday, May 1, 2010
La Famille Sangreal: distillateurs et viticulteurs
Eglantine and Renée are here to shill Shiraz and absinthe at you. He's stopped dyeing his hair, but she hasn't.
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