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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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[That gesture, reaching for a weapon that isn't there, brings out the smirk, though it's one of easy amusement rather than a dangerous quirk. As they're on neutral ground, he's keeping a tight rein on himself.]

Ultimately, I was the one holding the aces and suits, or at least some of them. [He perches himself on the stool, though he keeps one foot on the floor.] Though you did well eliminating that idiotic midget. Some people's ambition is too easy to utilize and too quickly becomes their downfall.

[He might not simply be speaking of Ramon Salazar, given an odd thoughtful note that slips into his tone.]

Straightforward in your question, though I regret that the answer isn't as easily presented [Turning his face toward one framed image on the wall, a male humanoid with a squid-like head, accompanied by a recognizable human female, he falls silent for a moment before he continues.] Some of the Pthumerians, or at least their actions and influences, aren't always to be trusted, and they are beings far more powerful than I, in any form that I've foreseen. I might have manipulated some naturally-occurring pathogens, but no version of me ever gained power over the forces of nature, or the fabric of reality itself.

[He turns to look directly at Leon, and at this close range, Wesker's weird, feline eyes might be visible through the tinting on his lenses, the pupils more oval-shaped than slit-like here.]

Has anyone told you about Julia Sodder?

[makingthetime]

[Salazar's the obvious reference here, but Leon knows who else he might be referring to.]

Compared to people like you, Simmons, and Spencer, Saddler and his subordinates were pretty small-time. [And now Arias, too. Honestly, if it wasn't for how recently Los Illuminados' bullshit had cropped back up, Leon would've probably forgotten most of the salient details. It's been so long and he's fought a lot more bioweapons and terrorists since then, most a lot worse than some no-name cult in the middle of rural Spain.

Frankly, he figures that if it wasn't for Krauser, they wouldn't have managed to kidnap Ashley in the first place.

He's quiet for a moment as Wesker speaks, watching him with wary eyes. Then:] Pthumerians, huh? So, what, they're reality warpers? Functionally gods?

[Functionally, because Leon doesn't really trust them as higher powers.]

No. First I've heard of a Julia Sodder. Why, she's one of these Pthumerians?

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[With a dry sound like a closed-mouthed laugh in his throat, he responds.]

Simmons. A clever individual, but too caught up in politics and personal affairs. I don't doubt some emotional entanglement will trigger the end of him, but I could be wrong in my prognostication.

[The barkeep returns with a bottle of red wine and a glass, which she sets before Wesker.]

A second glass for my companion? [She obliges.] It's a local vintage: part grape, part mushroom*, nowhere as strange-tasting as it sounds. [He fills one glass, then makes a move as if to fill the other.]

The Pthumerians may seem the stuff of nightmares or the object of awe, but they serve as the guardians or gods of this place. Why they have so genuine an interest in us remains to be seen, but their influence on this place and those who dwell within it touches every fibre and facet.

[He takes a sip from his glass, then pauses, as if weighing his words or bracing for the revelation to come.]

She is. And yet, she is something more. She was the daughter of Roderick Sodder, the mayor of a small town in Maine, and a woman known as Cynthia, the human mask of the daughter of the Pthumerian Queen. She had the reality-shaping skills of her mother's people, and the infinite creativity of her father's kind. Unfortunately, her powers ran out of control, frightening the townspeople, and her parents tried shutting her away in a laboratory where she was put into a medically-induced coma. But to little avail. She started reaching out to the multi-verse, summoning people into her dream. But she was doing more than that: within the dream, she was shaping a world of her own. On her death, that world was born, the world we see around us.

I was plucked from our world and into that dream, from the rocks under the window of Spencer's estate. Why she summoned me still remains a mystery. She didn't exactly win my approval.
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((*This is a thing.))