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NOAH ISAACS

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

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...I genuinely hope for his own sake that he hasn't recalled that yet.

[Like. As someone who remembered murder as the first thing about his past life, yikes?]

[scythegun]

I suspect I would have heard from him if he remembered anything like that already. Then again, if that was the first thing he remembered, maybe he'd refuse to acknowledge it...

[So basically he has no way of knowing what Cumore has or hasn't remembered. Great.]

I'll try to talk to him soon.

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It's likewise possible that he hasn't remembered anything yet; it took about a month for the first one to hit me.

Talking to him is likely for the best, though from what you've told me, it's possible that he won't be helpful about it himself.

[Given that apparently he's even more obnoxiously and flippantly dismissive than you are.]

[scythegun]

[He's a pain in the ass, that's what he is.]

Ja, I'm not looking forward to it. I'm just hoping I'll be able to figure out whether or not he's gotten any memories back involving me. I'd imagine that would be easy enough to figure out... but I suppose we'll have to see what happens.

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...Do try not to push him too hard.

[Or ply him with alcohol, you absolute asshole.]

[scythegun]

If I push him too hard he'll probably never speak to me again! I'm going to have to be careful with him. What a pain...

[ughhhh!!!]

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You may actually have to try to speak to someone like a normal person. Truly, you suffer so much.

[scythegun]

[huff!!]

It really isn't all that easy, you know! It's going to be dreadful.

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You manage it just fine with me, you know.

[scythegun]

Well, yes, I suppose I do. But you're an exception! I don't usually try with most people...

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...So either you're going to find a way to make it work or you'll both be doing that incredibly dismissive, passive-aggressive thing that you both apparently do, and you'll be doing it within the first fifteen minutes, if it takes that long.

About right?

[scythegun]

[Well, that gets him to laugh, give him a second.]

Ja, that's exactly it! I'll try very hard not to let it turn into that, but the chances are pretty high!

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[Good.]

Well, I suppose it just depends on how important all of this is to you, in the end.

[scythegun]

Mm, true enough. It's important enough for me to try, at least. I'll see what I can do.

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...Hopefully it works out well enough for both of you.

[Honestly, he's sort of glad he doesn't have anyone from his world here, at least not for the time being; he can't imagine that going anywhere near well.]

[scythegun]

Ja, here's hoping!

[Well, we're probably done here so should we get going?]

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[DID YOU AT LEAST LIKE THE FUCKING WAFFLES]

[scythegun]

[OF FUCKING COURSE HE LIKED THE FUCKING WAFFLES THEY WERE DELICIOUS]

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[OKAY GOOD then yes we can leave]

[scythegun]

[Excellent and oh man is it cold out.]

I'll have to get my heavier coat at some point! Anyway, let's go see that picture, ja?

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If you're still interested.

[...It's cold but not unbearable, he'll manage. Please drag him inside after a while but for now he will be fine.

That said, it's a matter of wandering up to the box that's out there and plugging in the numbers from that ticket he received from Retrospec; somehow this is going to make this machine produce a painting, so. Here we...are, he is going to shove this thing back in there eventually but for now he'll let Jaeger look at it.

It's...something? Alex is an objectively attractive person with the general look of someone that is currently divorcing you, Wesker looks like he wants so little to do with this that he's trying to become one with the furniture, and on the mantle up above them and to the left we've got a portrait depicted of the crazy old man who locked both of them in a murder basement and made them do little-child Hunger Games.

It's awkward, is what I'm saying.]

[scythegun]

[Don't ask questions about how the machine produces a painting, got it. As for the painting itself... well, it's definitely awkward? Holy shit it's awkward.]

I'm not sure what I was expecting, but somehow it wasn't this?

[What does he do with this knowledge...]

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[It...yeah.]

Likewise.

[Anyway.]

That's definitely the woman I remembered recently, however. Apparently she was my sister; we were around the same age.

[scythegun]

I see. She's very pretty! Though she doesn't look pleased to be here. Do you remember anything about this picture specifically?

[Like. Why this is a thing, maybe??]

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[...He doesn't even know this woman and yet the "are you looking at my sister" urge is present, what the hell.]

I don't remember anything about it, no... Although it seems vaguely like the sort of horrendous thing that the old man would have wanted made, judging by how he was talking to me before.