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[ Despite looking far worse than she did the last time she appeared over the network, Integra looks, at the least, determined. She's sitting up in a chair this time around, not in bed, and she's dressed in her suit -- it's somewhat wrinkled, mind you, considering it took her every ounce of energy she had to get the stupid thing on.

With a shaky hand, the young heiress lifts a teacup from her nightstand; a dead give away that she's quarantined herself to her room, still. Using her other hand to steady it, she takes a small sip to wet her throat before speaking.

Her voice is gravely and hoarse, it's obvious she's having a hard time speaking. ]

I am in need of someone who can draw up a last will. If I am to die in this bloody place, I'm going to be legal. I don't have many things, I can assure you... so it will be quite simple. This is, naturally, assuming I die.

[ Because she sure as shit feels like it. ]

I don't want to do anything in person, naturally, I wouldn't want to infect anyone else. So if anyone knows of a good attorney or someone along those lines, if they would so kindly direct them my way... thank you.

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Doing things professionally, even in dire straits. I must say, that's an admirable attitude to have.

Thank you. It's always a good thing to have handy, I have learned at home, even if you don't die. One never knows.

One knows even less here, one might say. So many alien factors to consider, after all. At least circumstances are somewhat predictable at home. This plague, on the other hand... [He hasn't had much more than a sniffle himself, but it's certainly affected his work enough.]

...This plague is absolutely ridiculous, is what it is.

Beyond ridiculous. It shouldn't even exist in theory. [He sounds almost personally affronted by its impossibility.]

No, it shouldn't. Although really, half of the things in this bloody city shouldn't exist.

We shouldn't exist in this city, if we're being strict about it. [He gives a short sigh- but the irritation subsides and he adopts a more accepting tone of voice.] Not that there's anything we can do about that particular matter now, of course. I wish you a speedy recovery, miss...?

True enough. Most of us have things to do back at home, after all... this place is quite inconvenient, isn't it? Thank you-- ah. Sir Integra Hellsing, a pleasure to meet you. I do wish it was on better circumstances.

[Sir...? Hmm. Tonegawa had known that the men here could be androgynous- he worked with Ukyou, for goodness' sake- but this was getting a little ridiculous. Rather than make a fuss about apologising, he chooses instead to sweep over it; no harm done, by the looks of things, deceiving though those looks can be.

He smiles wryly.] 'Inconvenient' is certainly a far milder word for it than I would have summoned. It's Tonegawa Yukio, and the pleasure is all mine. You say you need a lawyer?

[ She's glad that he's not asking about it, really. She's had to explain time and time again that she's a knight, and it's gotten a bit old, really. Was it really so hard to believe that a woman could be a knight, for crying out loud? ]

I do. One never knows when they might perish in this place, I've come to realize. I believe getting my affairs in order is needed.

[Actually, that's not a bad idea, thinking practically. He might not have caught it this time in any serious capacity, but there's always a next time here.]

Maybe I'll have to look into something similar. I know a laywer called Manfred von Karma- he's possibly too busy at the moment, but if you want a job done accurately and professionally he's the man to speak to. [He can't imagine von Karma doing anything short of immaculately.]

I will keep that name in mind. It's always good to be prepared, don't you agree?

Oh, certainly. I'd say it's vital. It's so soothing to have a strategy for every occasion- like having a tie for every suit.

Yes, and to know that everything is in line and in order is simply a relief in the long run.

[Ah, someone who understands. His smile is evident in his voice.]

Precisely. I like to think there's no such thing as over-planning, provided your plans are... expansive enough. [A mistake he's made in the past; he's learned all too late that even the most well-oiled and elegant of machinations need a back-up.]

The best sort of plan is an over planned one, really. Making sure that every loose end is tied up to ensure everything goes perfectly is ideal.

Ah, but is that really over-planning? [He laughs good-humouredly.] Hmm. I suppose it can seem a little self-indulgent to some people.

[ She hums thoughtfully. ] Some people call it obsessive. I call it being efficient.

Quite. Some people don't seem to realise just what a few rash, thoughtless actions can cost them.

Indeed. I think it's best to have your bases covered, even if it's something simple like going out and getting coffee.

Now, I wouldn't know about that. I usually have someone else get my coffee for me.

As do I... but it's still good to be prepared. What if no one is around to get it for you? Then one must fend for themselves.

[A chuckle.] Oh, heaven forbid. Sometimes I wonder if I shouldn't just fire some of my staff and invest in good coffee machine instead.

Coffee machines are a good thing as well. Well. So long as they can also brew tea.

For the more refined palette, I see. [Spoken with a lazy self-deprecation he clearly doesn't believe a word of.] You become your title.

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