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[singinghuntress]

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[shacklebreaker]

[Rip might notice a vehicle parked outside the butcher's store today. The only odd thing about the vehicle is that it's been there for a good few hours now, right up to closing time, and its occupant has been watching the shop entrance very intently for comers and goers.

There's nothing to indicate it's a police vehicle Blackquill has "borrowed" from the department, on the grounds he had clearance from Integra to carry out an investigation. Really, Blackquill finds Integra's whole claim about vampire Nazis entirely laughable. It's absurd enough that he'd like to march into the shop to see the truth of the claims for himself. But he does, at least, take Integra seriously enough not to do anything reckless.

So he'll wait. He's hunted down a target for seven years before -- waiting a few hours for a suspect to show their face is nothing to him.]

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[singinghuntress]

[It was hard NOT to notice a vehicle with someone in it.. that never seemed to move. Rip wasn't an idiot and was no stranger to being stalked.. or to the sudden cat and mouse game that was sparking her curiosity.

She would glance out the window on occasion and spy right back as she worked. So far, she seemed to be pleasant and helpful towards any customers. Though, her smiles displayed a mouth full of sharp fangs even to the untrained eye.

But when it came to hunting.. Her newest play toy was going to learn quick who the better hunter was. She just needed to wait and see if he will come to her first like the delicious little morsel he was.]

[shacklebreaker]

[The teeth don't go unnoticed, but they're also easily dismissed. Cosmetic surgery, fake teeth, or any number of explanations were more likely to him than vampirism. He also notes that she seems to be treating the customers well enough, and there don't seem to be any kind of shady dealings or anything amiss...

But she knows he's watching, and he knows that she knows, so now it's simply a game of who blinks first. He'll continue to watch and wait until he can catch her on her own.]

[singinghuntress]

[Well, he wasn't wrong about surgery, it just wasn't the kind he was thinking of~. Besides, if there were any shady dealings going to happen, she would politely redirect them to another day.. after she took care of a pest problem.

Does he really want to play this game? Rip has the advantage as far as she's concerned. When the shop finally closes, she helps clean up, lock up and starts to head home with an umbrella in hand and humming as she begins to walk. Lets see how committed to this chase he really is.]

[shacklebreaker]

[Blackquill stays in the car until she's a ways down the street, then gets out to follow on foot. He's not armed -- at least not visibly, anyway -- with no uniform or indication of who he might be working with.

He doesn't bother to make it any secret that he's following her, though. For all her apparent reputation, she doesn't intimidate him.]

[Locked Voicemail]

[redcinemareel]

Just between us girls, did you take down the CEO?

[Because the first suspect would definitely be Rip. Obviously, Grell didn't do it if she's asking.]

Re: [Locked Voicemail]

[singinghuntress]

Sorry to disappoint, but it wasn't me. If it was, it would have been a much larger mess.

[Though she does wish she would have thought of the assassination first.]

Besides, I've... been dealing with my own issues with the Hellsing woman.

[Locked Voicemail]

[redcinemareel]

How disappointing. I wanted to hear all the details.

[She had hoped it was Rip. Being entangled in murder in Grell's forte.]

Ah~? I can't imagine these issues would be easy to deal with.

Re: [Locked Voicemail]

[singinghuntress]

Sorry to disappoint~.

[As for her issues with that damned woman...]

Let's just say my current issues are... a bit permanent.

[Locked Voicemail]

[redcinemareel]

Would you like to discuss it over tea?

[She's been meaning to invite her over, anyway.]

[text] [feb 14, afternoon]

[om_nom_namur]

pakaje 4 u at niteo

hope ur having a good day!

[When (or if) she decides to pick up the package being held for her, she'll find a simple steel bracelet set with a glass sapphire to match her eyes, and a rabbit's foot with a note written in barely legible graffiti text.]

CUDNT FIND THE REST OF THE BASTURD BUT IM STILL LOOKING
HAPPY DAY!

[Yeah, he gave up trying to spell Valentine's and just left it at that.]

Audio; Not sure if sorry.

[fairbrook]

[She does not want to deal with Rip in person. Well, she never wants to deal with Rip in person, but especially not now. Have a disgruntled Sir Hellsing on the opposite line.]

Explain this.

[What Rip receives next, is a forwarded notification listing Rip as a 'gracious donor' for Integra to compete in a drag race, which she distinctly does not recall signing up for. Rip, you dun fucked up.]

Audio; Never be sorry~

[singinghuntress]

Vat's there to explain~? Its charity und you already dress in suits.

[The amusement in her voice is all too easy to hear.]

Besides, I thought you vould appreciate me attempting to do zome good for the community.

Audio;

[fairbrook]

[Really?]

I can only presume you seek to humiliate me, madam. In which case, I have no intention of allowing you to do so.

[Meaning, she's going with this if only to surpass her expectations. Integra isn't about to back down from a challenge.]

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[singinghuntress]

Now vhy vould you think a thing like that~? Vhy vould I vish to humiliate my beloved Master.

[Can Integra hear the edge when she said that? Of course this is Rip's intention. If she can't kill the woman, she's going to put her through hell in various other ways.]

Of course, of course~. Besides, you already vear suits und are zhe manliest man I've ever met, besides Zorin anyvay.

I'm sure you vill do fine.

Audio;

[fairbrook]

[Uh-huhhhh...]

Well that's encouraging.

[She's a ~lady, Rip. How rude!!]

Action

[om_nom_namur]

[Namur shows up in the early afternoon the Saturday following Rip's network post, his hair recently combed for once, his colorful print shirt freshly cleaned and worn "Fishman Island Style"- which is to say, completely unbottoned and open in the front. The ride to the new rock climbing facility is pretty uneventful, all things said and done. It's not until they're actually inside, looking up at the sheer, fabricated cliff as attendants scurry around adjusting harnesses that Namur voices any kind of opinion on the so-called adventure they've taken on.]

Thing looks lame as shit. This's s'posed t' be rock climbin'?

[The hand and footholds are so obvious, screwed in to the side of the thing and brightly colored to boot. Damn. Namur elbows Rip a little, chuckling.]

Ever scurry up one a these things 'fore?

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[singinghuntress]

[Rip arrived not long after he did. For once she wasn't wearing her usual suit and ties. She traded that out for a pair of jeans and a dark grey t-shirt with a black cat on the front. Her hair was pulled back into a long simple braid just to keep it out of the way while they climbed.

Though... considering what they were going to climb, she wondered why she bothered.]

My thoughts exactly. I've scaled cliff faces more interesting zhan this.

[She smiled slightly at the elbowing and glanced over at him.]

One of zhese? No. But, it shouldn't be zhat hard~.

Action

[om_nom_namur]

Race y' t' the top!

[The attendants clear out, and Namur swings himself up onto the handholds, scaling the cliff face with ease. It isn't long, however, before something seems wrong. His hands start slipping off some of the holds as if they've been greased, or they'll disappear completely the moment he touches them.

Namur grunts, coming to a realization. The climbing wall is booby trapped.

Maybe it's not as lame as he thought.]

Hell yeah, bring it! Sheheheheheh!!!

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[singinghuntress]

[Rip laughs at the challenge before taking to the wall herself. She tests the first few hand and foot holds before taking off up the wall herself.

They seemed easy.. until she saw Namur have an issue with a hold. Rip snickered and considered the wall again with a vicious grin.]

Zhat's more like it~.

[She manages a few more holds before she finds a slippery one and shifts her weight to stay on the wall. Sometimes being long limbed and slight is an advantage~.

She tests a few more, finding one or two that disappeared or seemed greased before finding a new one that was sound. Her advancement was definitely slowed, but, it was fun~.

Even her foot slipped. Then she was cursing while laughing and looking for a new foot hold.]

Action

[om_nom_namur]

[Namur scrambles trying to find a way up. Some of the holds pop out as sharpened spikes, some spray water in his face. Really though, the greased ones are the worst, since it gets stuck on his hands and feet and then even the non-greased ones get slippery. He notices Rip lose her footing, and hooks his toe into an empty slot not far below hers, creating a much larger hold.]

Aw c'mon girl, don't go fallin' for me already. Date's jus' gettin' started!

[TEXT]

[redcinemareel]

I take it back. Do whatever you want with that git.|

Re: [TEXT]

[singinghuntress]

Oh? What brought this on?

[TEXT]

[redcinemareel]

He's the reason for lewd calls to my store! Do whatever you want, just so long as you keep him away from me!|

Re: [TEXT]

[singinghuntress]

What Lewd calls?