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[matchbreaker]

I've gotten a vague recollection of a whole lot of fire over the last while but to be honest the last two months are a blur to me. I've gotten a lot of things fixed up in my personal life but it feels like I've scarcely had a real conversation in all that time?

Sneaking suspicion my hair went back to brown, but I'm not dead certain there either!

Hi sure I've missed a lot. Anyone want to help me get to my kitchen I suddenly look ninety and feel sicker than a dog.

[ ... And despite the proper texting she might have collapsed on the upper floors of her house oops. ]

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[matchbreaker]

[ The bats don't respond because they are, well... bats. But they are leading him to their mistress, something she's aware of is happening because she hears him... and smells him. Her eyes, shifted to red and cat-like look up at him, seeming a lot sharper than her collapsed form (face down on the ground in addition to her aged experience) would otherwise imply. The bats surround her, and she groans out something like, ]

At least -- let me give you the instruction. Golly.

[flametheif40]

Elda!

You...you weren't joking

[He said with sadness, kind of regretting threatening the bats and then...of course his impulsive brain comes up with something]

So...super unrelated question...do you have names for all of them?

Though more importantly, what kind of vampire are ya?

Since that is kinda obvious now.

[matchbreaker]

Shut up. Get me downstairs or go yourself.

[ She grumbles that out, pressing her face into the floor. She groans a little at that. It's too many questions while she's... just... you know, old and like this. ]

[flametheif40]

[Oh, yeah...shit, he should have picked up on the super weak thing.

Al just goes to her and slowly but gently picks her up.

His body might be a little too hot, since he is using the ring behind him as a source of light.]

I got ya...I told you I was going to help...I just...sorry...I'll shut up.

[matchbreaker]

It's -- fine.

Just. Got stuff in the kitchen.

[ She hopes. She tries to sound more comforting than curt, but... ]

[flametheif40]

[Considering her condition, he slowly takes his time going down the stairs carrying her to the kitchen.]

Okay, kitchen we go then...

[he said warmly...litterally he got warmer.]

Here we are, so, what are we looking for?