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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[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.]

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[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?

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[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.

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[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...]

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[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. :|]

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[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.]

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[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.