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”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….”

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@deercountry - August TDM Overflow - With (Darth) Maul

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((OOC: Continued from Here))

The scratch starts to close itself, almost as quickly as it was made, taking the scent of lilies with it. The wound seals itself shut, then even the scab folds itself back into his skin.

"Well. They haven't taken that much away," he says with a hint of relief. Then looking sideways at Maul, he adds, "'We be of one blood, you and I'... I can recall that line from a book I read as a child, but not the title, nor the author. No matter. What does matter is the meaning, and what we share in common."

[survivalthroughhate]

Maul’s memories are a little jumbled up but he can recall Wesker’s way of waxing eloquent all too clearly. The first time they’d met he’d been rambling on in what seemed like non-sequiturs at the time. Sometimes it still seemed at least a fourth of what he said was being quoted from a book or other source of media.

’We share much in common. From the darkness both you and I are.’ Maul writes down in a large, blocky, almost childlike script, confident that is the truth as well.

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Wesker smirks at this message. "Then may our shared darkness balance the light which everyone insists upon embracing and letting it burn away their sense of self."

((OOC: Shall we leave them here?))

[survivalthroughhate]

Maul nods approvingly towards his friend. Wesker has a way with words that Maul himself can only ever dream of possessing. 'It's the only way to maintain true balance between us all'

[OOC: Sounds good!]