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NOAH ISAACS

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

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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.]

[matchbreaker]

[ 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?

[matchbreaker]

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?

[matchbreaker]

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...??]

[matchbreaker]

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.]

[matchbreaker]

... 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.]

[matchbreaker]

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

[ a beat ]

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

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[...................]

Can you, now.

[matchbreaker]

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...?

[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. ]

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

[wesker.]

[matchbreaker]

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]

[matchbreaker]

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.]

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

[ :T ]

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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 ]