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[manufactured]

NOAH ISAACS

Albert Wesker. Pharmaceutical Research and Development. This surely won't end poorly.

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[livingimpaired]

Right?
Though, I feel if we say that too many times to others... we shall be accused of being bleeding hearts.

[manufactured]

Somehow I doubt that will end up being too much of a concern.

[livingimpaired]

Such negativity.
But it's nice to hear you making some jokes.
You really are sounding a lot lighter than even a month ago.

I suppose my offer of allowing you to be angry at someone -- even a surrogate someone like myself -- really was mostly unneeded.

[manufactured]

Last month was...stressful, for several reasons.

But consider it appreciated either way, necessary or otherwise.

[livingimpaired]

Agreed.

I will consider it appreciated, then.

[manufactured]

[...okay he's kind of got to ask - ]

Can you...I don't know, put them places as well, or...?

[matchbreaker]

Nah. I mean! I can touch them and sometimes I kinda got smack the unruly ones around, but I have no idea how she keeps them in the dolls and stuffed animals. Maybe she's just better at working with them than I am.

[ . . . Elda you just said you smack them around. ]

[manufactured]

...Presumably by not slapping them around, if I had to hazard a guess.

[wesker.]

[matchbreaker]

Albert there are perverted stuffed beat ghosts.

[manufactured]

[...uh.]

...I'm sure there are.

[so is this what it's like talking to him all the time or]

[matchbreaker]

I... I could go catch one? But that's beside the point.

[ :T

... God he still smells good. ]

[manufactured]

I should say so.

[...Elda...]

Ghosts aside, you seem to be holding together well enough. I assume you haven't tried experimenting with the sunlight yet...?

[You had better not have, given that he told you to wait.]

[matchbreaker]

Of course not. I said I wouldn't and I can't just light myself on fire without supervision.

[ :T ]

[manufactured]

I'd - ...Is this going to end in fire, Elda?

[LIKE JESUS CHRIST, HE SHOULD HOPE NOT??]

[matchbreaker]

I--- I don't know! I woke up thirty points lighter with fangs and I can smell something I think might be your blood! I'm pretty sure the sun burns vampires in my memories, so it might?

[ Like.

Okay no here's a little bit of the panicing coming back out ]

[manufactured]

[...Okay, that's. That's happening.]

All right. All right, my apologies, just... It's as I've told you, we'll sort something out.

[matchbreaker]

N-no, I'm sorry, it just--

I can't deny a possibility of flames?

[ She should test it. They need to, right? Otherwise she can't even go near a window ]

[manufactured]

...If it looks like you're going to spontaneously combust, I promise I won't just stand there.

[We are literally the last people on the planet that should be trying to handle this, judging by how this conversation is going.]

[matchbreaker]

I--- Well, I was thinking we might isolate the sunlight to - perhaps my left pinky? Or maybe a shoulder or something. Something I can afford burns on.

[manufactured]

[HE'D...HE'D HOPE SO- ]

That was what I was assuming we would do, yes.

[matchbreaker]

.. Obviously I need you help for that, so... where's best? I guess one of the windows or... something.

[manufactured]

That seems at least slightly better than direct exposure, to say nothing of easier to get away from.

[matchbreaker]

[ . . . Okay so.

Let's walk over to one of these sitting room windows with the thick curtains... ]

[manufactured]

[he is here for you baby and he promises he will not just stand there if you burst into flames]

[matchbreaker]

[ Well, she motions for him to grab her wrist as she makes to put her hand in the past of the area behind the curtain. But then she... well.

Does it?

And it...

Does not burst into flames, but her finger curls and she grits her teeth. ]

It feels weird.