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[unknownmutation]

His arrival had been nothing more than a disappointment. While he had been fed some information by Mr. Headroom, he knew it in his bones that behind all the jests, the electronic life-form was hiding something from him - something important. And that would just not do. So, Albert decided to take things into his own hands; if no one was going to

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[hermeshaight]

Hermes was miming leaning against the window with his back to the glass. He watched the man walk along for a few moments, wondering if he was being ignored or if he was just that hard to see. He knew it could be difficult sometimes, if he blended in just right. Either way, it gave him a little time to study the new arrival.

"...The only people who wear sunglasses indoors," he began, "are government idiots and criminals..." He paused, narrowed his eyes. "And I would almost be willing to guess the former if not for Headroom's broadcast. So...what're you in for?"

It was how inmates greeted the fresh meat back at Abbott, and it had become a private joke since his arrival. After all, they were all prisoners here.

[unknownmutation]

Smoke filtered out between the space of Wesker's lips as he turned a shaded glance towards the spirit. So now this place had ghosts - how absolutely wonderful.

"I am neither. I was born with an eye condition; I am sensitive to even the faintest slivers of light, so your methods of deduction are far off." Albert plucked the cigar into his fingers and twirled it as he began closing the gap between himself and Hermes.

"I am in for nothing - I am merely passing through. I do not plan to be locked in this hell for long. Though-" He paused as he halted a few feet from the ghost. "-from how you speak, you seem to be a regular. Care to inform me as to what, exactly, this complex is?"

[hermeshaight]

"...It's an airport," he monotoned, mind drifting back toward his meeting with Croaker. "We're all stuck here...Including me, and that's saying quite a bit."

He smirked then, making no effort to move, though his eyes locked on the cigar. "...Yes, keep walking forward with that thing. I've been...dying to incinerate somebody..."

[unknownmutation]

Albert flicked a piece of ash to the floor before returning the cigar to his lips. Oh, this fellow was really starting to grind on his patience. But he had to keep calm - all he needed was for his Tyrant instincts to kick it. That would cause more problems than anything else.

"So ready to burn me, are you? And here I thought we could have a conversation." He lifted his shoe and carefully extinguished the cigar on the bottom of his heel, preserving the rest for later. "I have done nothing to intrude on your territory - quite the contrary; you were the one to strike a conversation first. Now, do you not find it a bit rude that you plan to incinerate me? You could have left me to my own devices."

Something flashed behind those sunglasses, but it quickly faded.

"A lesson for you dear spirit, do not be quick to threaten something you have no comprehension of."

[hermeshaight]

Hermes laughed, breathlessly. Admitedly, he had intended to be misunderstood, but that response was just beautiful. "...I'm not threatening," he explained, once he was able draw a breath again. "I'm made of combustible gas...If you get too close to me with the cigar, I'll go up in flames...As will you, and probably a good deal of the furniture. You must have seen what used to be the restaurant by now." He shrugged. "Open flame and I...don't exactly mix."

[unknownmutation]

The Tyrant was not at all amused by this notion. He just gave a lick of his canines and snorted. "I see. I shall be wiser next time we meet then."

He placed the cigar back into his inner-jacket pocket before adjusting his shades. "You would be wise not to toy with me, spirit. I am not a man who easily forgives, even if it is a slip of the tongue."

[hermeshaight]

"Oh...please try something..." he begged, not even mocking. "It's so boring here. I'm made of hydrogen cyanide, and I can't even kill...Something about this place..." He huffed and grumbled, "I'm no more toxic than wood smoke."

[unknownmutation]

A smile came to Albert's lips. "Cannot kill? What a pity. I can kill and now you see, we have a horrible dilemma. You seem to enjoy seeing a good death, yet you have not been able to quench that thirst. And here I am with the ability to give you what your desire. What is a man to do?"

He folded his arms across his chest. Oh, this was too humorous.

[hermeshaight]

Hermes couldn't help a little sigh of longing, which he mentally berated himself for. But oh, how he longed to feel another's life sliding away, to hear them gasp their final breath, their final words...He realized he'd drifted the tiniest bit forward, and stubbornly folded his arms.

Then he grinned. "...You liar," he teased. "Photosensitivity my incorporeal ass...There aren't many people here, but if you want to kill them...I'd love to watch..." Oh, just the thought made it harder to breathe than usual.

[unknownmutation]

The Tyrant was looking up at the figure now, his slitted pupils unblinking behind those dark shades. "Tell me, phantom, if I scratch your back, would you do the same?" He paused and gave a shrug of his shoulders. "Figuratively speaking, I mean. If I were to deliver you what you wanted, you would do a favor for me, would you not?"

Wesker pulled back his lips into a horrible sneer.

"Collect me some information about the people here and I will make sure to find a poor soul to entertain you."

[hermeshaight]

The thought actually made Hermes shiver, and it was with great effort that he reminded himself that he was not this man's dog. "...I'll do it," he said, still more quickly than he would have liked. Desire seemed to have hijacked his brain. "But the name's not 'phantom'...It's Haight. Hermes Haight."

[unknownmutation]

"Ah, well then Mr. Hermes Haight, consider this a deal of sorts. Like I said, you scratch my back and I'll be scratching yours. There are going to be some changes around here, I assure you." Albert licked his lower lip, his grin slowly fading.

"I am in Room 100, should you wish to drop off your information." He turned heel and began walking again.