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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]

[faustianism]

I don't have much chance of using it, actually. A small town doesn't have need of a big jail cell, after all. I run a pawnshop.

[voice]

[integra_hellsing]

Oh? Well, still, it's always a good thing to have. One never knows; besides, you may move to a big city someday. A pawnshop? You must get a lot of interestng customers.

[voice]

[faustianism]

I've never been a big city type of man. But I've had several interesting customers before. You always find such trinkets, when they bring in many for you to peruse.