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[shacklebreaker]

"You've reached Simon Blackquill. Leave a message if you are so inclined -- but be brief."

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[shacklebreaker]

[He moves over to the desk, leaning over to watch the video post playing on her Cerevice. He frowns as it goes, on, then it stops playing, he looks up at Integra.]

I presume "hunting" is a euphemism for something more sinister. [It may not have been said outright, but the implication, coupled with Integra's reaction, definitely suggests it.] Who is this woman?

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[fairbrook]

[OH BOY, HERE WE GO...]

She goes by the codename Rip van Winkle. She's a vampire from my world, who works for a Nazi organisation by the name of Millennium. [Integra tells him this in complete earnestness, although that's only the half of it.]

Their actions have lead to the slaughter of my brigade, the destruction of my home, and the invasion of several other countries.

[Basically, WWIII... with Nazi Vampires. It's complicated.]

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[shacklebreaker]

...

[The silence stretches on for an excruciating amount of time. Then he finally responds, in a voice of dangerous calm.]

...I think you've taken your little Count Dracula charade far enough. Don't you?

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[fairbrook]

[Yes, because everything she's told him up until this point is all just an elaborate lie constructed by Integra for some inexplicable godforsaken reason, and this is a performance with the intent of deceiving him.

Honestly? Integra is uncertain what part of this she finds more offensive: his dismissal of her, or she that would conceivably lie about the unfortunate massacre of her countrymen and troops. But sure, let's shrug this all off!! Let's pretend there's not a shred of truth to her words.

Or, we could approach this in Integra's ever petulant manner of confronting anything.]

And I must beg to question that after conveying to you the severity of my circumstances, you choose to dismiss my words as a 'charade'? I haven't any reason to lie to you, sir. Ask yourself what reason, if any, I would have to circulate such rumours?

[She slams against her desk, near shouting at this point; her tone filled of a venomous spite that was generally uncharacteristic of the woman. Sorry Blackquill, she just isn't having it with him today.]

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[shacklebreaker]

[What an absurd response. He bristles, but otherwise keeps his calm, something that may or may not enrage her further.]

I could stand here for hours and school you on what fantasies delusional minds can conjure up. But all I truly need to say is this: vampires don't exist. Neo-Nazis exist in no organised numbers enough to cause destruction or invade countries.

[He turns, as if repulsed by her conduct, and makes for the door.]

I can conduct an investigation into this individual, but don't think for a second that I believe your claptrap.