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[subject_013]

”Greetings. You’ve reached the voice mail of Albert Wesker. I can’t come to the phone right now, as I’m either at work in the laboratory or chasing some Beast off my roof. At the sound of the tone, please leave your name and number and a suitably short message and I’ll return your call as soon as possible.

“However, if you’re Chris Redfield, stay on the line….”

LUMENWOOD BLOOD MINISTER BUSINESS INBOX | HUNTER INBOX

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[subject_013]

I may not be the most compassionate nor empathetic person, however... there is a duty of care which an adult has to a child in their charge. And the adults in whose charge they were failed in that care. Nor did they have much concern for those in whose charge we rightly belonged.

[It's the best definition he can bring to the mirrored fates and paths they endured.]

[subject_013]

An astute saying and an accurate one, one fitting our situation.

[He draws in a breath, as if to clear his head.]

I appreciate your openness to this situation. And to a creature of the darkness who's seeking a twilight path.

I'd linger, but I'm keeping watch on the strange cause behind these memories cropping up on the network.

[It's a lot for him to take in, opening up like this, even to her.]

[demonicbeauty]

Of course.

[And she can understand how he might want to...be alone.

It's been a lot.]

You know where to find me, Albert.

[subject_013]

As do you, so long as I'm not drawn away on a call with a client. A Blood Minister's work is never finished.

[He reaches in, about to disconnect the link.]

[survivalthroughhate]

Yes, that is a good way of putting it. My master failed me in every way a person can fail a child who is supposed to be under their care. He never should have been allowed to be in charge of a tooka cat, let alone another person.

[subject_013]

[With the wryest smirk.]

I've heard the phrase 'shouldn't be put in charge of a potted plant', but either one would fit. I'm sure our respective keepers would fail to tend either creature properly.

[survivalthroughhate]

Perish the thought but I think they might actually get along if they had ever met.

[Both Maul's and Wesker's keepers definitely were on the same wavelength of how to use people for their own gains.]

[subject_013]

I would rather not imagine what horrific plan they might formulate, were they to cross paths and share their visions with each other.

[survivalthroughhate]

Knowing them, it probably something that would have ruined many more lives before they inevitably stabbed one another in the back. I'm sure they're both burning in Hell instead.

[subject_013]

Perhaps they've met there and are sharing the same fiery oubliette, sniping at each other for failing to see they'd become the architects of their own respective demises, that a weapon with a mind can and will turn on you.

Wrap?

[survivalthroughhate]

Here is to living lives far better than they ever wanted for either of us.

[Snow had told him living well was the best thing to be done instead of dwelling on the past and so Maul is attempting to do so.]

Re: Wrap?

[subject_013]

((OOC: Good place to leave them!))

audio | un: sds

[fogsong]

[ the call comes only a short time after this conversation on the network with Shiro. ]

Do you hate Julia? [ There's some background noise, idle chatter, and folks hawking their wares, making it obvious she's out somewhere. Wesker might pick up some tension in her voice and given how recent his conversation on the network was, he might quickly deduce where it's come form. ]

Re: audio | un: sds

[subject_013]

[She'll hear some sounds like someone hosing something down, the water slowly dissipating as if he'd turned off the line.]

[He breathes in slowly, as if weighing the words before replying.]

'Hate' is a bit of a simplification. On my better days, I have some amount of peace or perhaps acceptance of Julia and her ...summoning me into her domain.

On my worse days: I've not quite worked past it, and... hence my fury toward her. I know it's irrational, particularly for a grown adult to resent a troubled child produced from an experiment. But emotions are emotions and it seems mine are more easily disarranged than I'd hoped.

...I apologize for the circuitous talk. Even now, it's a delicate subject.

[fogsong]

[ The sounds of chatter become distant and muted as she moves to a quieter area to better listen to him. She knows this isn't any of her business, really, and that it's not her place to get wound up over the ghost of a dead girl but Wesker is important and she relates too much to Julia for this to not bother her. ]

I know we can't control how we handle shit but... I don't know, hearing how you spoke about her... It bothered me a little. [ A lot. She makes a tiny, frustrated sound in the back of her throat. ] I'm not upset over how you feel about her, I get it, I do, but it just makes me think.

[ More like overthink. ] You probably wouldn't have liked me much if you were from my world.

[subject_013]

That would hinge on whether or not you pulled me into a weird interdimensional space without warning, after I'd discovered my worst nightmare had been my reality in my world of origin. Not to mention my being attacked by two former colleagues turned enemies, one of whom tackled me out a window and down a rocky cliff face, which knocked me unconscious and resulted in my waking up in Sodder's Dream in the first place.

It wasn't one of my better days.

[The metallic squeaks of a water stopcock shutting off, then some rustling.]

I apologize for the background clatter: I'm hosing down and inspecting my lab coveralls.

[fogsong]

[ On the week of the 25th, Wesker will find a pair of wrapped gifts on his doorstep. the first one is the largest and has been carefully framed to match the decor in his office (maybe that's why she was snoopy on her last visit). her sharp signature is nestled in one corner. the second gift is made of coldblood, specifically her own, and will burn anyone or anything he cuts into.

there's a simple note that accompanies them.

"Thanks for putting up with me

- Sharon Da Silva" ]

[fogsong]

Well, I mean, that's kind of what I did before I got here. Dragged people, whether they deserved it or not, into a world they couldn't escape. Without any warning. [ a pregnant pause ]

So, she just got you on a bad day, then? [ doubt colors the question ] Would you have felt differently if she'd taken you at another point in your life? A happier one?

Gift Delivery - December 25th

[survivalthroughhate]

[This year, Maul had decided to behave himself when it came to giving gifts, unlike in years past where he broke into people's houses rather like Santa himself did. All gifts are left on the porch or front step of the recipient's home for them to find in the morning.

He gave Wesker two gifts. One was a pair of sunglasses suited to the taste of local Trench fashion. The other, this one far more personal, was a sketch Maul had done of him from memory. Accompanying it was a note in blocky handwriting wishing his blood brother a Merry Christmas signed from Darth Maul.]

[CW: Cult, involuntary medical experimentation referenced]

[subject_013]

[A long inbreath followed by a slow outbreath.]

I suppose saying 'it happened on a bad day' was a bit flippant and reductive. But it goes deeper. Before the attack happened, I was in the middle of one existential crisis, after I'd discovered that I'd been part of one man's experiment to create a race of perfect human beings. I'd known my upbringing had been unorthodox at best, but realizing the nightmare medical procedures I'd woken up in the middle of as a child, only to be hastily put back under, were realities. Add to this, I had learned this from my keeper, who at best regarded me as a flawed prototype. If I'd been pulled away at a moment when my wits were far less raw, on perhaps an ordinary day, perhaps I could have eased into this world's forebearer more readily.

[A pause.] You may share some similarities to Sodder, but you are not her. You are you, and I've committed myself to looking out for your well-being.

[fogsong]

[ She listens to him in silence and remains silent for several beats as she really chews on what he's said. She does understand, to an extent, but it's the assurance he offers after that helps the most. It dawns on her how childish and insecure she's being. ]

...sorry I'm being such a damn child over this and, um, thank you. [ He's allowed to feel as he does and it has nothing to do with her but years of mistreatment in her early years have made her fearful of being left behind because of who she is and what she's capable of. She sees herself in Julia and how he spoke of her reminded her of what the Order would say of her. ]

[Voice]>[Video]

[subject_013]

Apology accepted. I suppose I should apologize for unloading all that, though I did so in a spirit of transparency.

[The feed comes up, revealing him in a disheveled, dare we call it vulnerable state: hair slightly on end and a bit damp, glasses off, revealing his weird, feline eyes, the neckline of a pair of tan surgical scrubs visible. He almost looks about half his calendar age for a moment. A small but genuine smile pulls at the corners of his mouth.]

There. Something like this... I felt it better to say this face to face, at least through this medium.

I don't form connections easily, as you've probably gathered, but... I do sense a certain attachment and a deep regard for you. I'm not sure there's much you could do that would dispel that.

[fogsong]

[ When he switches to video, she follows suit. There's puffiness around her eyes and even in the shadows of one of the steepled buildings in Willful Machine, there's a recognizable wet gleam in them. She flushes a soft, cool shade of pink, embarrassed over being made so raw by their conversation and her own rushing thoughts. ]

I, uh... Thank you. [ Her tongue gets tied and she sucks in a breath, looking down at the cobblestone beneath her feet as her lips curl upward in the hint of an emotional smile. ] I'm not all that great with things like this. [ She laughs but it's awkward and breathy and shy for a girl who is bold more often than not. ] But that, uh... it means a lot to hear.