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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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"It should not have happened in the first place," Wesker replies, tiredly. "I wasn't the only one: there were dozens of others selected, many found wanting. I was one of the survivors of the gauntlet they put us through. There were thirteen of us in the end, and it would appear I alone remain." The image of a computer file, a list of thirteen names might tick through his mind.

That quote from a Disney movie garners a hint of a smirk from him. "It may seem hard to envision, but I have a god-daughter in my world. I was close with her father, who made a better scientist than parent, and I had some exposure to Disney films. So be prepared for my teeth and ambitions to be bared." At one in the same time, it's a joke veiling a hint of menace.

Edited 2021-02-15 04:07 (UTC)

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[The Doctor follows. His eyes are darting around at the surroundings. He does wonder why she's leading them in the back, whereas the other tables are empty.]

Chamomile Rose silver tea.

[Ten notices Wesker is eyeing the waitress over a bit. He looks at Wesker, clearly not impressed but also expecting it. As for The Doctor himself, he doesn't seem to notice their waitress is basically - nude or doesn't care. The Doctor begins to waggle his tongue openly in thought. How do they get back?]

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Couldn't tell you.

[It's clear there's fog in those brown eyes. He's trying to work his way though. Spouse. That's what they are even if Jack and Rose are more than that]

Just because they both have the same face doesn't mean you should reflect those feelings onto him.

Edited 2021-09-09 01:11 (UTC)

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"Mmm, but it carried you through that strange awakening. I'm wondering why squids, though, why choose that form, though I suppose squids are incredibly intelligent and resilient creatures. Did you know they have three hearts and their brain is distributed through their body. Also, some species taste and see colors through their tentacles," he says, with a glance to the sea.

"The change surprised me, though the danger in it didn't. I'd been exposed to an often deadly virus in my world of origin, and it had caused a chronic infection. I have a feeling that transformation cured me of the worse effects of it.

"So you're able to transform? Some of the magic from your world?" he asks, curious.

"Greetings. You've reached the inbox of Dr. Adrian Winters. I regret that I cannot answer you at this moment, as I am busy with another client. However, if you leave a message here with your name and contact information, I will respond as soon as I am free. Thank you. And may the Good Blood heal you."

"Locrian here. Speak."

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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."

Not Chris.

[But the voice is familiar, and the username clinches it. Leon sounds much older and much more tired than any recordings Wesker might've obtained of him over the years, but there's a hint of the cocky young agent from Spain still remaining in his voice.]

I'd like to talk. And I do mean talk—you've been here for a while and I've just arrived. I'll even come without weapons to a meeting place you pick, and I'll trust you to do the same. [Despite my better judgment, Leon doesn't say. There's no real trust here, but a cold, pragmatic calculation: Wesker's been here longer than Leon has been, if he's established a lab and everything. Leon's already at a huge disadvantage, and it's in his best interests not to start a fight.

As much as it makes his skin crawl to actually talk to Wesker, he's going to have to. He doubts they can avoid each other for long, so Leon might as well get this over with.]

[Maul's fiendish delight in the holiday means he's once again broken into people's houses and used all the stealth he possesses to leave those he likes a gift or two. Sometimes, he even goes right down the chimney like a demented version of Santa Claus. Given how alike he and Wesker are in temperament and personality, Maul is sure he will enjoy the two gifts Maul has gotten for him. They're accompanied by a short note.]

Here's to living through another year to spite everyone else's expectations. Merry Christmas. ~Maul

My brother Savage wishes to meet with you since you are now kin.

[Even moreso than Maul, Savage understood the bonds of brotherhood that were bound by emotion and circumstance more than just blood. That's what made up the Nightbrothers at their core. So Maul agreed it would be good for his two brothers to meet. But he wasn't going to just spring Savage on Wesker without giving the latter a head's up.]

[The feed comes to life without warning, but it's no place in Trench on the other side of it. Instead, it reveals a small, stone-walled room without any windows. A fire is crackling in the fireplace, throwing light and shadow over a spare setting: Two small cots, two nightstands, a table with two chairs, and a little girl sitting on the floor, wrapped up in a wool blanket.

It's obviously Ariadne, with her long blue hair and her mint-green skin. She's watching the fire like it's an animal she doesn't quite trust. After a moment, the wooden door opens, iron hinges creaking. A stunningly beautiful (Human?) woman with black hair and regal bearing, wearing the livery of a royal servant, walks in. She takes a look at Ariadne and smiles fondly.]

The Elves invented these contraptions centuries ago. They're called "fireplaces" and they keep the fire trapped, so it can't get out. I have something for you, Airy.

[From behind her back, she produces a brown paper package, walking over to set it on the table. Curiosity gets the better of the younger Ariadne. She stands up and walks over, shedding her blanket. Beneath it, her whole torso is wrapped up in tight bandages. In the front, they're clean and white, but along her back, there's the faint pink tinge of blood.]

What is it, Aunt Lysia?

[The woman--Aunt Lysia--opens up the package, pulling out a small, cotton dress, just the right size for Ariadne. Ariadne's eyes widen in surprise, and she lets out a yip of delight.]

That's for me?

It is. You're all healed up. Which means that very soon, it'll be time for you to go to school. Come here, let me help you put it on.

[Ariadne rushes over to Aunt Lysia. Lysia dresses her, taking care not to touch her back. Which makes lacing up the dress a little slow, but she finishes in due time, Ariadne squirming eagerly with impatience by the end.]

Now, let's do just like we practiced. Make yourself look Human.

[She wriggles her shoulders, and then allows the change to come over her, her skin turning pink, her hair turning brown.]

That's my girl! Come, let's take a look at you!

[Lysia leads her over to a small mirror against the wall. Ariadne looks at herself. She's shocked and amazed. There's a perfectly ordinary Human girl staring back at her in the mirror.]

What do you think?

Am I really going to get to go to school? And be with other children?

Yes. You are.

Well. I think it's wonderful!

[Ariadne smiles. It's a familiar smile. The smile she always reserves for the things she finds wonderful. It brightens up the feed, until at last everything fades to black.]

Edited 2022-05-29 04:41 (UTC)

[ 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. ]

[ 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" ]

[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.]

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