IC Inbox [Cerealia]

[bewrightback]

"If you're looking for Phoenix Wright, you've called the Wright number! Leave a message after the beep, and I'll get back to you as soon as I can!"

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[Voice; Encrypted]

[fairbrook]

[Her conversation with Blackquill earlier had proven to quell Integra's nerves substantially. Given the nature of recent events, she still couldn't help but feel unsettled by them, but her initial panic had subsided.

Which was good, considerably speaking. She wasn't retreating into her chain smoking habits, nor was she throwing tantrums as she had been prior. Does it mean she wanted to contact Phoenix in this manner? Not really. However, given that he was potentially the next target of Millennium's antics, he of all people deserves to know.

Softly, she speaks:]

Phoenix. [This seemed to be more difficult in practice.] Could we meet?

[Voice; Encrypted]

[bewrightback]

Integra? [I wonder if it's urgent.]

Sure. When and where?

[Voice; Encrypted]

[fairbrook]

[Away from prying eyes not that it would stop Schrodinger at all, at his earliest time available.]

Would it be possible to meet right now? What's your location? It's urgent.

[They really need to stop meeting like this...]

[Voice; Encrypted]

[bewrightback]

Sure we can. I'm on the train right now on my way to the residential district. Maybe at the station there?

[Voice; Encrypted]

[fairbrook]

[Well if that's the case...]

I'm at my apartment, if it isn't any trouble for you. [She would make him tea...] Or I could head over to yours if you would prefer.

[Voice; Encrypted]

[bewrightback]

It's no worry, I can head by your place as soon as I can.

[Voice → Action]

[fairbrook]

Thank you, sir.

[With that, Integra hangs up her end of the receiver. She's set a lemon balm blend to steep as she waits, arranging her tea set neatly on the coffee table. What might be apparent when Phoenix arrives outside the door is the clatter of Integra's footsteps against the hardwood floors. She's pacing around the room, clearly troubled by something...]

[Action]

[bewrightback]

[Sometime within half an hour, he should be arriving. He's dressed in his normal suit and wonders what he's hearing on the other side of the door. Is that the sound of pacing or a marathon being run?

He then goes to knock at the door.]

[Action]

[fairbrook]

[As the clacking is soon put to an end, he is promptly greeted at the door.]

I apologise for calling you on such short notice. Please, come inside.

[Speaking to him in almost hushed tones, Integra outstretches her hand in reach of Phoenix's own. It was almost eerie how she could sate herself for the sake of her company.]

[Action]

[bewrightback]

It's alright. [He knows that whatever she's called him for, it must be serious business. And so he'll uncertainly accept her hand, looking a little confused as he enters the room.]

Did something happen?

[Action]

[fairbrook]

[Integra takes his hand into her own, grasping it gingerly. A stark contrast to her vicegrips, no doubt.]

We are on the cusp of something, sir. As to what is still unclear to me.

[With that, she leads him over to the settee.]

Please, take a seat.

[Action]

[bewrightback]

[Well, that sure is a statement. Phoenix gives a small nod and then goes to take a seat.]

Sure. [This place never is a den of good news, is it...]

[Action]

[fairbrook]

[Good news and Integra were rarely synonymous, so much to the point she had to wonder if she were cursed. Nevertheless, matters could be worse.

She leans downward to pour cups of tea for the both of them, then proceeded to take a seat beside Phoenix.]

Before I explain, might I direct your attention to this?

[She takes out her own Cerevice and hands it off to Phoenix, leaving it open to this announcement. Highlights include: an apparently homicidal German woman proclaiming to be a vampire, mentioning brutality towards humans, among other unsavoury topics... all on a public network. :|]

[Action]

[bewrightback]

[He steeples his fingers thoughtfully and squints at the screen as he takes in most of the information with a thoughtful frown. Whatever's happening, this doesn't look good.]

A new neighbor? [He can't really get himself to say that lightly. A vampire. This person is a vampire. Apparently.]

[Action]

[fairbrook]

[She picked up one of the cups of tea and hands it to Phoenix, leaving her own untouched. Believe her, he'll need it.]

Do you recall the vampire I had mentioned to you before? [Y'know, the one that killed his daughter in another world?] She sought me out the other day, making it very apparent she remembers me.

[Why is this a discrepancy? Considering they never formally met in their own world, making literally everything problematic.]

Because of that, I have no doubt that you and anyone else connected to me is liable to become a target. [And that's not even the bulk of it...] I'm sorry.