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[integra_hellsing]

[ 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.

[ The feed ends. ]

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[voice]

[12second_orz]

And things have been so very stressful lately- for you more than me, I imagine. [His tone is more grimly humorous now.] Maybe you should treat yourself.

[voice]

[integra_hellsing]

If I were to treat myself at this point, I would skip over the tea completely and go for the sake. The whole bottle, preferably.

[voice]

[12second_orz]

What have you got to lose, hmm?

[voice]

[integra_hellsing]

My thoughts exactly.