He's run into Chris, and that means it's more than time to get himself reintroduced to the apartments before someone ready to spread the news far and wide discovers he's a vampire
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Oh hey! Guess who can tell a vampire from fifty paces?
They make her fur stand on end, even when she doesn't technically have fur. Funny how that works.
Angua's on patrol. She doesn't always do this in pairs like she's supposed to, even though she could go with a number of people if she wanted, sometimes she likes her alone time.
And now there's a face she hasn't seen in a while, and a totally new scent.
So she stops in full view, cocking her head curiously.
Curiosity is better than pausing to light the torch and haul out the pitchfork, Wesker supposes, remaining where he is. Look! It is Still and Probably Harmless Day!--well, Night. He casts another glance up. Looks like the clouds have lightened a little.
And you know, he'd picked up that edge to her scent before, but now it seems a good deal stronger, and something unusual to the average human. And she seemed to detect him early. Interesting. Something's up.
He considers 'good evening' and discards it with the speed of light. "Angua. Hello."
He just isn't going to sound like every cackling graphic-novel vampire who intoned 'good eeevening' to a woman who crossed his path at night, ever.
Not that he read comics when he was very small, or was a nerd--MOVING ON.
"It's seemed like a good idea." He might be referring to the conflict between himself and another apartment-dweller, and the known trouble between them.
Has Beckett been stalking him? No, probably not. Just a chance meeting, a passing in the night. Beckett looks, well, much the same, none the worse for wear. And oddly well fed.
"Oh, yes. Exploring, as always." There's always a resource to be found under collapsed walls or by a scent trail he missed back when he had a poorer sense of smell. "There has been a little more talking with people than usual."
He thinks Chris may have seen a glimmer of the light, but doesn't really put any hope in that.
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They make her fur stand on end, even when she doesn't technically have fur. Funny how that works.
Angua's on patrol. She doesn't always do this in pairs like she's supposed to, even though she could go with a number of people if she wanted, sometimes she likes her alone time.
And now there's a face she hasn't seen in a while, and a totally new scent.
So she stops in full view, cocking her head curiously.
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And you know, he'd picked up that edge to her scent before, but now it seems a good deal stronger, and something unusual to the average human. And she seemed to detect him early. Interesting. Something's up.
He considers 'good evening' and discards it with the speed of light. "Angua. Hello."
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Policeman's greeting, forgive her.
"You've been gone a long time."
Not that she
noticed, so much, but now at least she understands why.
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Not that he read comics when he was very small, or was a nerd--MOVING ON.
"It's seemed like a good idea." He might be referring to the conflict between himself and another apartment-dweller, and the known trouble between them.
He might not.
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Has Beckett been stalking him? No, probably not. Just a chance meeting, a passing in the night. Beckett looks, well, much the same, none the worse for wear. And oddly well fed.
"How are you?"
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He picks the answer conveying the least amount of ambition. "Getting by." See? So not up to anything disapproval-worthy.
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"Ah?"
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"Oh, yes. Exploring, as always." There's always a resource to be found under collapsed walls or by a scent trail he missed back when he had a poorer sense of smell. "There has been a little more talking with people than usual."
He thinks Chris may have seen a glimmer of the light, but doesn't really put any hope in that.
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