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NOAH ISAACS

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

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Fair enough.

[This is gonna be so stupid, Silver.]

[feistytrader]

[Silver will leave it at that, then; he waits from inside the zoo and realizes that it may have been a stupid idea to do this, given that he has no way to know that Wesker won't just... Not show up.

But there he is, trying to read a damn map, with Totodile standing next to him, which everyone has just decided is normal and cool. He'll probably have to go back in his ball so he doesn't freak out the Chocobos, but for now, he's a great buddy to hang out with.]

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[...Please don't freak out the goddamn Chocobos with your tiny alligator, the last thing anybody here needs is to be thrown or bitten or...something.

That said, Wesker will arrive eventually, and he's probably overdressed for this (he's definitely overdressed for this) but this man hasn't been casual a single day in his life, most likely. So this will probably be fine.

...You will be getting the most expectant Look here, Silver. Hi.]

[feistytrader]

[Oh good, Wesker's finally here. Silver puts Totodile back in his ball and into his pocket, then waves Wesker down.]

...You came to ride a Chocobo in a suit?

[Despite his words, he doesn't linger; he has his stupid map, and he's (hopefully) going to guide Wesker to the damn Chcobo racing.]

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[Yes, yes, let's go do th- ]

Believe me, I'll manage.

[feistytrader]

...Right. You're rich. You can just buy a new suit. I bet this is your less fancy suit, and it was only six hundred dollars.

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...Are you done?

[feistytrader]

Yeah. We'll be there in a few minutes.

[Off they go to the chocobo racing! It's a bit of a walk and even more of a line, but at least it shouldn't take them too long to get in. Of course, there are tortoises nearby that are uh... Fulfilling their base instincts, so the next several minutes are going to be long and awkward for everyone involved.]

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[...You know what, this is worth it for the sake of hearing the six-year-old child loudly declaring that they're fighting, while every adult in the vicinity awkwardly goes "...Yes, yes they are, now let's go"-

God, nature sucks.]

[feistytrader]

[God, nature's great, and Silver's apparently twelve years old, given that he's trying really hard to look dignified and absolutely not do something like laugh at the plight of the nearby adults.

Either way, their wait is over; it's not terribly expensive, and before long, they're being escorted to The Birds.

...Along with a few other random people and their birds, but who cares about them.]

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[...You know, upon second thought, this is like eight and a half feet of bird and he has no fucking idea what he's doing and he's just going to stare at it because uh- ]

If this thing throws me, it's being ended right here and now.

[feistytrader]

[...They're huge. Horses were never this big, right? Not that he's ever really seen a horse up this close, either...]

Come on, cheer up. We could be that guy.

[He tilts his head lightly in the direction of the poor sap that got the massive fat chocobo that looks like it's going to crush you because of its stroke.]

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[...ohhhhhh my god.]

...Yes, yes, fair enough.

[HE IS A DIGNIFIED ADULT he is not going to be inordinately amused at the fucking fat bird holy shit]

[feistytrader]

[That said, they're going to be helped up and given basic instructions on how to not fuck this up, basically; they're brief instructions, and they're generally given with the understanding that you have half a fucking clue what you're doing, which neither of them do.

This is gonna be fun.]

You ready?

[He sure as fuck isn't. Despite that, it's already a lot of fun being up here.]

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At this rate, I'm fairly sure the winner is going to be whomever sees this through alive.

[HE'S GOT NO IDEA WHAT HE'S DOING, HALF THESE INSTRUCTIONS WERE GREEK TO HIM, HE IS ATOP A MASSIVE BIRD AND HE IS WEARING A FUCKING SUIT

ALBERT WESKER HAS LOST CONTROL OF HIS LIFE AND IS LIKE 98% PREPARED TO EAT SHIT

BUT YOU KNOW WHAT HE'S A COMPETITIVE FUCKHEAD SO - ]

About as ready as I'll ever be, however.

[feistytrader]

[Well, the birds are in their places, the countdown goes... And the chocobos are off!

...

Most of them, anyway. Silver's refuses to budge and seems more interested in preening its wings. This is off to a great start.]