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NOAH ISAACS

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

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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.]

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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??]

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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 ]

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[...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.

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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 ]

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...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.]

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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.

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

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

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

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

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[ . . . Okay so.

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

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

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[ 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.

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Unpleasant, from the look of it.

[And that's...clinical, perhaps a bit jarringly so; he's just kind of watching, and there doesn't seem to be any visible concern on his features, this is just sort of happening in front of him and it's interesting and that's about it.

But he did grab her wrist when she told him to, and he'll pull her back after a moment because it really doesn't seem objectively pleasant, and even if she's not on goddamn fire he's not going to wait until she's got second-degree burns to make her move.]

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Yeah it's...

It's a strange tingling feeling.

[ It's not on fire though, and she tries to flex out her fingers- she can, which is good. But the more she remains exposed in the direct sunlight... well, she starts to get goosebumps to start. Her body hair seems to stand on end, like it's some sort of a beginning of an allergic reaction.

It's interesting to her too. ]

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[...]

At this rate I'm more concerned about breaking out in hives than anything else.

[Possible immune response to the sun. Huh.]

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Yes... me too. Honestly, it feels a little like that.

[ ... Actually, her body is showing signs that might be just what it is threatening to do. ]

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[...Okay, you're backing up now, come on- ]

That's likely enough of that for now.

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Y-yeaah.

[ Okay, pulling her hand back then! No need for him to yank it. She examines it, flexing her fingers, and then wiggles her wrist. ]

So I'll get sick by direct sunlight now, it seems.

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...Charming.

[That's. Certainly happening, isn't it.]

Is there anything you want me to do for you, then? At least for the time being.

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[ That's... a good question, mmm. ]

... Let's see. We should - I should work out what the factor is for this smell, because I can't imagine your blood would smell delicious.

[ But it does ]

... and I should check my wardrobe - ah, and maybe you could buy me a hat?