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He was met with silence, but that wasn't anything too surprising. As he made his way deeper into the apartment, he found he could feel the remnants of the elven mana, and it wasn't hard for him to guess that it really was best for him to avoid the mana while it was active.

He also found that it seemed no one was there. At least not until he heard a door open. When he looked, he saw that it was Hazel, exiting the bathroom.

"Oh. Hello." She greeted. Her voice was still rather flat, devoid of much life, but it did overall seem to be an improvement.

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"That.... I can't answer." Syraene told him honestly.

"Because I don't know. I'm not psychic." She added.

"However, she will be without my daughters mana, and that I can tell you."

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Syraene was silent for a moment, thinking.

"Just come back in an hour or so." She told him.

"I'll be done by then, easily." She assured him with a light sigh.

"And you're welcome." She added. "I'm happy to help."

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Syraene nodded.

"That is her name, although I don't suppose she would even remember it anymore." She told him, a bit of a sad tone to her voice.

"And clearing out? I'm not sure. How well barricaded for mana is the room?" She asked, her voice curious.

"as that would be the main deciding factor."

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As soon as the door was opened, Syraene paused. She knew that mana, that presence.

"Of all people." She commented.

"I did not expect that it would be Hazel you found." She added.

"regardless, I'm going to clear my daughters mana out of her." She then said, approaching the door.

"I cannot promise that it will be pleasant in here for you, with how much mana I will likely need to use."

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She stepped in, and he closed the door behind her. Once it was closed, she let her hood fall, revealing her face, ears, and hair more fully. Along with the lily she often wore.

"I heard you have someone that was in contact with my daughter here." She commented after a moment or two.

"I'm here to try and help."

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He was there, fuming, for some length of time that he wasn't even sure about, before there was a knock on the door. It was clear, loud, and when he paused to listen if he actually did hear it... he heard it again.

After answering the door, he saw a dark skinned woman with some silvery white hair falling in front of her face, which was mostly obscured by the red and gold cloak she wore.

"Hey there." She greeted, a voice he knew too well.

"care to let a dead woman enter?"

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"If that is what you want me to do." She answered, her voice flat.

"Then I shall." She added.

He knew how she was, knew that he'd been in this very position at one point, for a good long while, and knew that his brother likely was in this position as well.

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"Mistress does not approve." She answered, but that was all she said. She didn't move, and didn't say anything more for about two minutes.

"Is there anything I can do for you?" She then asked. "Or shall I remain here?"

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She was silent.

"No." She stated.

"Experiments have no need for clothing." She added.

Throughout all this, she still didn't move, didn't look to him, either.

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The woman didn't answer, at least not quickly.

"How may I be of service?" She asked, still not meeting his gaze. He knew from his time with the elf, that her collection was always trained, told, forced, to not look directly at her. Obviously, that was persisting here.

She didn't move otherwise, however.

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He knocked, and waited. However, that waiting resulted in nothing, as he was met with silence. He knocked again, received silence in response again, before sighing and opening the door a crack. When he looked in, he couldn't see ... much of her. Half her body was black, from whatever experiementation she'd gone through over the years, and seemed to absorb the little light that he was letting in through the crack.

She was sitting on the bed, waiting. He could tell she was waiting too.

How long she'd been sitting there wasn't something he could identify either. However, she was there, a bra and panties being the only things she was wearing, and the light from the other room causing her stormy grey eyes to look more like fire was about to rain down. She didn't even look at him, though.

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"Vincent, you can still travel. Just... come home every so often." she commented with a laugh.

"Oh yeah. You said you were going to try and get a teaching job." She then said after a few seconds, jumping topics.

"How's that going?"

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"It really has been." She agreed with a nod.

"And I've been as busy as ever." She added.

"I've got Claude harping me about how I do the hunting along with the Triad work though, so that's fun."

"How about yourself? Things going well here?"

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