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[ Integra appears on the screens of everyone's NVs, a frown tugging at her lips. This isn't exactly unusual, mind you, but really, it's easy to tell that there's something wrong. ]

For those of you who knew my grandfather, Abraham van Helsing, and his good friend Doctor John Seward... they have left the city. For those of you who did not know them... that's a shame you did not get a chance to meet them. They are wonderful men, and they will be missed.

[ She pauses here, before releasing a soft sigh. ]

Tell me, is there a Miss Re-L Mayer here? There is a letter I have sent to you, via Doctor Seward's instructions. Please be on the look out for it. Thank you.

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[ What appears over the network is a car. It is simple; black with four doors, good size. The scene shifts to reveal Integra, who looks quite pleased with herself. ]

As much as I enjoy the horses, I went and bought a car. The payments were low enough, and while it isn't... exactly what I am used to driving, it will do. I went to the DMV a few days ago to get a license, and now I am on my way to go get the vehicle registered.

[ Pausing, she peers back at it. No more walking, no more getting horses and carriages ready... this is going to be a very, very good thing. Or bad thing, depending on her driving. This is also a good distraction from the loss of Walter. ]

Would any of my housemates want to join me? [ Yeah. She's wanting to show this thing off, okay. Who wants to take a ride with Integra? ]

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[ Integra is sitting in the kitchen of the manor, right leg casually crossed over her left, her hands folded neatly into her lap. Well, briefly, at least; soon enough she's tugging a cigar from her pocket and lighting it up. Her expression is that of her usual neutral mask; however those who know her well enough will be able to see the trouble in her eyes. ]

...Walter really is gone, isn't he? I suppose I hadn't wanted to believe it, but it is time to accept the facts.

[ She takes a deep drag from her cigar, flicking a few ashes into the tray she'd brought along with her. For a moment she looks like she wants to say something else, but she doesn't. Her brow furrows, instead, and she shakes her head, ending the feed. ]

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[ Good afternoon, everyone. Please, enjoy your view of one Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing, standing in the kitchen of the Stoker Manor, her blazer off, white sleeved shirt covered by the... pink apron she's wearing.

What is she doing, you might ask? She's attempting to cook, and by the looks of the kitchen, which is now a complete and utter DISASTER, she's not doing well.

Grumbling something, the heiress simply stares over at the stove, watching as the water she put on it just sort of boils over, along with the stupid spaghetti she put in it far too early. She continues staring for a moment, as though she really can't believe that this is happening, before she finally moves to turn the stove off.

In the process, however, she steps in some of the water that has boiled over onto the floor [fortunately, she's got shoes on!] and slides across it, having to rather ungracefully grapple onto the counter top to stay on her feet. This also sets off a chain reaction; a few of the jars that were on the counter are knocked down, crashing loudly onto the floor, sending whatever was in them splattering all over the place. ]

For fucks sake-- [ Fortunately, it is at this point the feed decides to end. ]

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[ When Integra appears over the NV, she does not at all look pleased. If anything, quite the opposite. ]

What a horrible few weeks we have all seemed to have here. Between sickness and the Darkness... [ She shakes her head, frowning. ] I hope that everyone has remained safe.

Regardless of this... tell me, is anyone here in college? Or, rather, is there any sort of university available that is fairly close by? It would seem that I am missing paper work. I believe it would be in my benefit to return to school... at least, for now.

Speaking of which, Walter -- if you are watching this, I will need to speak with you.

For the rest of you, if anyone could give me details; prices per course, locations... I would truly appreciate it.

[ PRIVATE; Filtered to Soma ]

Mr. Cruz, you and I have yet to truly meet in person, and I believe that a meeting should be in order. I've got a few things I would like to chat with you about, if you don't mind.

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[ Integra is sitting, as per usual, in her room at home; looking far, far better than she has in the last few weeks. There's color in her cheeks again, and she most certainly doesn't appear to be drained.

Crossing her left leg over her right, she hums thoughtfully, before speaking. ]

First and foremost... thank you to everyone who visited with me and helped me while I was ill. I truly do appreciate you all, whether you visited here at the manor or over the NV. Thank you.

Secondly, I am feeling well enough that fencing lessons shall resume within the next few days. I should also note that I am very much in need of a few sparring partners; fencing is one thing, but sparring is something completely different. I certainly do not need to get rusty, and I'm certain there are at least a few of you who may feel the same way I do.

[ Reaching forward to end the feed, she pauses. ]

...I hope everyone else is feeling better, too. Be well.

[ And the feed clicks off. ]

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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.

[ The feed ends. ]

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[ When the feed on the NVs pop up, Integra immediately appears on screen, looking rather... under the weather. She's got dark circles under her eyes, she's pale... and she just doesn't look like herself.

When she speaks, her voice is hoarse. ]

To everyone I am giving fencing lessons to, I regret to inform you that I must cancel for the next few days. I am not feeling well at all, and as such I need a few days to recover. I will contact you when I am up to par. Thank you-- [ She turns her head away from the NV, coughing as politely as one can into the crook of her arm, before continuing. ] --in advance.

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[ When the feed comes on, Integra appears on screen. She is... still in bed. Not her own bed, mind you, but you probably won't know that. No, she's in Seras' bed... it's not like the draculina uses it, anyways. She's also in her pajamas still; large men's pajamas to be exact.

Scattered around her, are many things; a half eaten box of chocolate fish shaped crackers, half melted ice cream, a bottle of brandy that has DEFINITELY had more than a few swigs taken from it, and... cupcake frosting. Vanilla.

When she speaks, her voice cracks slightly, as though she has been asleep. ]

Well, at least the ground isn't shaking anymore. Do you people realize just how hard it is to sleep through that? It must be nice, being a heavy sleeper. I wish I could be like that.

[ There's a pause, and she shifts, accidentally knocking the melting ice cream over. She stares at it, before just sort of kicking it off the bed with her foot. She can clean it later... or better yet, make Seras clean it later. ]

I'm extremely busy right now, so I would appreciate a little peace and quiet. Thank you.

][ ooc; So this is Seven Deady Sins!Integra, also known as Sloth-tegra and Envy-tegra. Feel free to bother her by video or in person if you want to go to the Stoker manor. ][

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[ Good afternoon, residents of Siren's Port. Integra appears on the NV, looking thoughtful. She looks much better from the first appearance she made, and definitely cleaned up. She's sitting at home -- or rather, Doctor Seward's home, in her own quarters. ]

Now that I've had time to better accept this place, I am aware that I am in need of a job. Until I can get something more permanent, I am going to start offering private fencing lessons. If anyone is interested, please contact me and we will talk about pricing.

[ Private to the Stoker Household ]

[She leans back in her seat, crossing her left leg over her right, and she rests her chin on her knuckles. ]

On that note, I grow restless. I'm going out tonight to see this Darkness with my own eyes. Is anyone interested in joining me?

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[ The video feed that all the lovely citizens of this beautiful city will have to endure is full of static for a second. Then, just as suddenly, the picture is as clear as day. In the frame is one Sir Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing. She looks a little less than pleased as she, with much annoyance, shoves an offered gift basket away.

She's leaving the area in which she, like everyone else here, has been unceremoniously dumped off. She really doesn't know where the hell she's going, but she's going. There's a small streak of red running down her forehead, and it takes her a moment to realize it, but she quickly reaches up to wipe it away with a scowl. ]

Am I truly to believe the stories that I have just been told about this place? It all sounds like nonsense to me.

[ ...Then again, considering where she just came from, perhaps it isn't nonsense at all. What, with all the Nazi's and the vampires and the ghouls and the chaos, this almost seems tame.

Almost. ]

Who else is out there? I would like to hear more about this ridiculous place from a more credible source. That is, if one even exists.