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NOAH ISAACS

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

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[...All right, that's...]

...Elda.

[He's quiet when he comes in; he knows her hearing has improved, as she noted, she's likely aware that he's there well in advance, but there's no point in being overwhelming anyway.]

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[ Far in advance. She can hear everything going on in the Foyer and she wonders if this is what Matt felt like...? ... No, likely not. He was still blind. She's sort of rocking though and- ]

Thank you for coming so fast, Albert.

[ The smells are the weird part ]

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Of course.

[He'll stay where he is, though, near the entrance to the sitting room for the time being.]

Are you all right...? I understand that it's an asinine question, but it's still worth asking in ways.

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I... [ and she laughs a little, sitting up. Her eyes are in catlike mode despite the mood ] honestly, I probably look worse than I actually am. Two of my senses expanded a lot in addition to all this.

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I can imagine.

[He'll take that as a vague cue to approach, anyway, though he's still keeping a fair amount of space between them.]

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[ The closer he gets the more she...

Blushes?

That's weird. But all the same, she nods a little. ]

No, yes... I. Yes.

[ She does seem to be welcoming him closer, she sits up, but still is sort of on top of the chair, mmm. ]

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[...Elda, you didnt blush this much at his approach when they were dating, he's pretty sure.]

...You're certain you're all right?

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I--- yes?

[ She exhales. Wow, does it feel hot now? That's weird. She inhales deeply as if to offset it and when she does she - ... Eeeeerrrr... Okay, no, she stands, inhales, sniff, sniff. The blush grows and - her fangs (which normally are just sharp things in her mouth but not big now) elongate a little as he comments, mostly because Wesker is someone she can clarify anything to, ]

I think - something about you smells nice.

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[...What do you even say to that? Thank you?]

How do you mean?

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I really don't know?! I'm not even sure what I'm smelling... because it's not one I'm familiar with?

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Well, I suppose there could be worse things...

[THANK...YOU...??]

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W-well yes, but we should also work out what the scent is...

[ GGGGGuuuuuuuhhhh this is weird. ]

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...You don't suppose it has something to do with blood, do you?

[Some sort of...predator. thing. only he doesn't quite want to word it like that.]

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... Not to offend, but wouldn't diseased blood smell bad?

[ And he's... not bleeding, right? She stands proper and walks over to look him over and smell, as if expecting some open wound or something... ]

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That would be my assumption, but I don't claim to have any idea how vampires interact with the undead in the scheme of things.

[...Elda.

That said, he doesn't have any sort of open wounds; he kind of. can't be injured very easily? so yeah.]

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Yeah, no idea here either. Particularly given they are alive back in that world.

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Oh wait, no, if ghosts count I know you can shove those in dolls.

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Can you, now.

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Mmmhm! My - her - granddaughter has a great sense of where ghosts are and is able to put them into dolls.

[ She shrugs. ] I've been able to see ghosts myself since about October? There's even one or two that hang out around the house here.

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

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

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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. ]

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

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Albert there are perverted stuffed beat ghosts.

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[...uh.]

...I'm sure there are.

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

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

[ :T

... God he still smells good. ]

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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.]