Getting up to the roof hadn't been as difficult as you'd think. There was a door, after all, and that door had a lock ... it was surprising what sort of locks would open for a plant
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Edward is distracted by the piano in the back room; this is well, for following the smell of dead flesh is probably not the best plan for the young vampire.
The older one however, follows the other man out to the roof access door and through it, clearing his throat to announce his presence.
"Well," he rubs the back of his neck and motions to the tree.
"I'm trying to figure a good hybrid system for them. If you stand closer to this one, to the tree, it's supposed to be -- ah, vanilla or white chocolate. Much more pleasant. But the Corpse Flower has such a lovely blossom..." and a gigantic one at that.
"I at least want to see what the hybridization will yield."
This trips a smile across Carlisle's face as he approaches the man, pale skin looking more so as he steps out from the dark of the doorway leading inside.
"I actually don't have anything against them," Carlisle offers quickly. No point in potentially offending the first man of a scientific mind Carlisle's met since coming to the Nightside. "Well...I may not be a fan of something called a Corpse Flower, but I can certainly appreciate their appeal."
"It's the flower, mostly. I mean, they can get to over nine feet tall." That's a lot of flower, man!
"So if it could be made to smell better, it would be practically perfect." Harry is not terribly easy to offend, but it's nice of Carlisle to be considerate.
"And, ah, I'm Harry." Because introducing himself to the extremely pale (and handsome) stranger is probably a good idea.
"Ah, no. Definitely not. Indigenous only to the Sumatran Rainforest -- the Corpse flower -- and the tree is indigenous to South America -- Chile, mostly."
"...doctor?" He's guessing, mostly, but that's the least creepy of the options running through his head.
"Unless you grow people. Ha. Ha." The laugh is mostly uncomfortable.
And yes, they generally require large amounts of sun ... but Harry's little talent helps to keep them growing here. It's about the only thing he's good at - making plants (and sometimes people) freakishly healthy.
He's a little too clean himself, too, if Carlisle has noticed.
"Indeed I am. General practitioner, though I have specialized in surgery."
He's only just starting to notice the details of Harry himself. (The carrion-flower was especially distracting.) He can hear the man's heartbeat, breathing pattern...
"How do you manage to work with plants without dirt under your fingernails?"
The older one however, follows the other man out to the roof access door and through it, clearing his throat to announce his presence.
"Hello."
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"Erm, hello. You can't smell things from all the way downstairs, can you?"
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At least it smells like rotting flesh and not the fresh stuff?
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"Corpse Flower," Carlisle repeats. "And you...want this plant."
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"I'm trying to figure a good hybrid system for them. If you stand closer to this one, to the tree, it's supposed to be -- ah, vanilla or white chocolate. Much more pleasant. But the Corpse Flower has such a lovely blossom..." and a gigantic one at that.
"I at least want to see what the hybridization will yield."
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"You're a scientist. What? Botanist? Biologist?"
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"A place with no sunlight doesn't really have much need, I assume, but I'm sure some people like to have plants." Himself, at least.
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"So if it could be made to smell better, it would be practically perfect." Harry is not terribly easy to offend, but it's nice of Carlisle to be considerate.
"And, ah, I'm Harry." Because introducing himself to the extremely pale (and handsome) stranger is probably a good idea.
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He leaves the last name off. He's been following advice.
"Where are these plants from precisely? Are they native to the Nightside?"
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"Ah, no. Definitely not. Indigenous only to the Sumatran Rainforest -- the Corpse flower -- and the tree is indigenous to South America -- Chile, mostly."
Definitely not.
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"Forgive my ignorance. I was always much more knowledgeable about humans than plants."
Er.
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"Unless you grow people. Ha. Ha." The laugh is mostly uncomfortable.
And yes, they generally require large amounts of sun ... but Harry's little talent helps to keep them growing here. It's about the only thing he's good at - making plants (and sometimes people) freakishly healthy.
He's a little too clean himself, too, if Carlisle has noticed.
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He's only just starting to notice the details of Harry himself. (The carrion-flower was especially distracting.) He can hear the man's heartbeat, breathing pattern...
"How do you manage to work with plants without dirt under your fingernails?"
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He assumes that Carlisle means anatomically as opposed to emotionally or spiritually, if only because that's easier to measure.
"Dirt doesn't much like me, I find. The environment isn't much inclined to get me messy, apparently." Being intrinsically nurturing does that.
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