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recolle2017-10-04 09:13 pm
manufactured) wrote in recolle2017-10-04 09:13 pm
[OPEN] There is a dream inside a dream
WHO: Albert Wesker, whomever chooses to join him (presumably you!)
WHERE: Various
WHEN: Throughout October
WHAT: Nightmares and fog, featuring reunions with "friends."
WARNINGS: Violence, murder, child abuse, a basement full of corpses, medical experimentation, tentacles just goddamn everywhere, body horror, a veritable ball of leeches, other delightful things one would expect from the Resident Evil villain's memories? There is a blanket warning for "this is gonna suck" over this whole thing, though the child abuse warning is only relevant for those who pursue the Spencer prompt; the rest are clear of that sort of thing.
[NIGHTMARE – OSWELL E. SPENCER]
( cw: violence, murder, child abuse, a basement full of corpses )
[The mansion you find yourself in is large.
It seems like it used to be opulent once. You're standing in a foyer that held some sense of grandeur to it but now seems to have fallen into disrepair, and the long arching staircase greeting you dead-center is crumbling in several places. The massive chandelier which once hung above the center of the room seems to have crashed down at some point long ago, lying broken on the glossy marble floor, all shattered crystal and twisted metal and lengths of chain; it seems a bit of a visual nonsequitur – nothing overly important outside of the fact that there was a chandelier hanging in this room, and something sent it crashing down – but as you walk past it, you can see slight movememt beneath it out of the corner of your eye, something tense and slow and pained, almost as though there's something pinned down underneath it.
You probably don't want to know what's pinned down underneath it.
Watch your step as you're moving upstairs, though it does seem you want to move upstairs; you don't know why, seeing as everything is in disrepair and that includes the staircase itself and the exposed hallways leading in either direction off of it, but sometimes dreams are just like that. Aren't they? You move and you move and there's no real reason behind any of it – it's all a little nonsensical, a little surreal, and it seems this one isn't going to be any different.
A door down one of those hallways is lying slightly ajar; pressing on it will get it to swing open easily. However, if you reach out to do so, a voice can be heard from inside; it seems to belong to a man, though it's high-pitched and cracked and withered with age, but either way the words that are spoken seem to be aimed, somehow, at you.]
...You came back...
[Proceed?]
[NIGHTMARE – WILLIAM BIRKIN]
( cw: medical experimentation )
[It feels almost like it's the end of the world.
The place you're in is dark, all steel and concrete, with the oppressive air of something that's far underground; maybe a bunker, maybe a facility of some sort, definitely somewhere that you aren't supposed to be. The hallway you're in is long, dimly-lit with fluorescent lights that seem to flicker and dance in and out of existence despite how strong the walls in this place seem to be.
It's silent. And then, suddenly it's not.
The sound starts up quiet but soon builds immensely, a sharp wail, a moan, undercut with a chilling rasp that sounds almost like a death rattle. A series of loud banging noises that may or may not be restraints against a metal table. All of it emanates from somewhere just around a bend in the hallway, behind a door that's just out of sight from where you're standing but comes quickly into view if you move toward it.
Before you can open it, the sound starts up again, the screech, the keening noise, something that sounds undeniably like death; there are voices, too, beneath it, a pair of people speaking without paying any mind to the cacophony that surely must be happening near them.
If you listen long enough before opening the door, it sounds almost like whomever is making those ungodly sounds is screaming for their mother.]
[NIGHTMARE – EXCELLA GIONNE]
( cw: violence, some degree of body horror, tentacles just goddamn everywhere )
[The stars above are beautiful, constellations in full view; it's almost enough to make you disregard how very cold it is tonight. There's the soft sway of a ship's movement beneath your feet as it cuts through choppy seas, the metallic sound of a tanker's deck reverberating underneath your every step; despite the amount of work it must require to keep a massive ship like this running smoothly at sea, there don't seem to be any actual people on board – it seems that you're alone, and you're empty-handed, and the only indication of whom this ship might belong to is a logo that's present here and there on the metal walls you pass that ultimately doesn't seem to mean anything.
As you make your way to the bow of the ship, a voice sounds out – distorted, unrecognizable for all the static obscuring it as the ship's public-address system relays it through the night air; the words are difficult to make out, but you can surely hear a few.
"But it's too late for you...you won't live to see – "
"Sorry, Excella, but it seems – "
"...One last task for you."
"Farewell, old friend."
In the distance, a woman screams. And something massive seems to connect, then, hard enough to rock the ship, to dip it down hard from the center.
Perhaps you move forward to the bow of the ship to find the source of the screaming – after all, it sounds as though she's really suffering, wherever she is. Or perhaps you choose to stay put to see what happens; there's no sense in rushing into a dangerous situation. Or perhaps you do the reasonable-person thing and try to run from it all, because whatever just happened on deck is large enough to fuck with the boat and that probably isn't anything you want a part of.
Either way, it doesn't really matter; you're going to be intercepted by Wesker, grabbing your arm or...wherever's immediately available like an unreasonable person and pulling you in a different direction entirely, up a metal flight of stairs to a higher deck.]
We can't stay here.
[His words are sharp, rushed despite the fact that he doesn't seem to be doing much with his face; things are...not going well, clearly.]
[FOG – SERGEI VLADIMIR]
( cw: violence, body horror everywhere, a veritable ball of leeches )
[It probably isn't the wisest decision, being out late at night in the fog like this; just the same, at this point...well, this seems like a far better option than sleeping, given the dreams that have been plaguing Wesker's sleep.
This, incidentally, was a highly incorrect assumption.
If you're out tonight in any of the business districts – anyplace that the buildings tower high above, anyplace that has high walls and streets winding below them, you may find yourself grabbed and pulled over toward someone, your back pressed hard against one of those high walls, and when Wesker speaks from where he's got ahold of you his words seem calm enough but there's an undeniable sense of pressure behind them when he speaks.]
If you're armed, draw your weapon. And keep your gaze high. It's not safe here.
[...So that's something that's happening tonight.]
[ANYTHING ELSE?]
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WHERE: Various
WHEN: Throughout October
WHAT: Nightmares and fog, featuring reunions with "friends."
WARNINGS: Violence, murder, child abuse, a basement full of corpses, medical experimentation, tentacles just goddamn everywhere, body horror, a veritable ball of leeches, other delightful things one would expect from the Resident Evil villain's memories? There is a blanket warning for "this is gonna suck" over this whole thing, though the child abuse warning is only relevant for those who pursue the Spencer prompt; the rest are clear of that sort of thing.
[NIGHTMARE – OSWELL E. SPENCER]
( cw: violence, murder, child abuse, a basement full of corpses )
[The mansion you find yourself in is large.
It seems like it used to be opulent once. You're standing in a foyer that held some sense of grandeur to it but now seems to have fallen into disrepair, and the long arching staircase greeting you dead-center is crumbling in several places. The massive chandelier which once hung above the center of the room seems to have crashed down at some point long ago, lying broken on the glossy marble floor, all shattered crystal and twisted metal and lengths of chain; it seems a bit of a visual nonsequitur – nothing overly important outside of the fact that there was a chandelier hanging in this room, and something sent it crashing down – but as you walk past it, you can see slight movememt beneath it out of the corner of your eye, something tense and slow and pained, almost as though there's something pinned down underneath it.
You probably don't want to know what's pinned down underneath it.
Watch your step as you're moving upstairs, though it does seem you want to move upstairs; you don't know why, seeing as everything is in disrepair and that includes the staircase itself and the exposed hallways leading in either direction off of it, but sometimes dreams are just like that. Aren't they? You move and you move and there's no real reason behind any of it – it's all a little nonsensical, a little surreal, and it seems this one isn't going to be any different.
A door down one of those hallways is lying slightly ajar; pressing on it will get it to swing open easily. However, if you reach out to do so, a voice can be heard from inside; it seems to belong to a man, though it's high-pitched and cracked and withered with age, but either way the words that are spoken seem to be aimed, somehow, at you.]
...You came back...
[Proceed?]
[NIGHTMARE – WILLIAM BIRKIN]
( cw: medical experimentation )
[It feels almost like it's the end of the world.
The place you're in is dark, all steel and concrete, with the oppressive air of something that's far underground; maybe a bunker, maybe a facility of some sort, definitely somewhere that you aren't supposed to be. The hallway you're in is long, dimly-lit with fluorescent lights that seem to flicker and dance in and out of existence despite how strong the walls in this place seem to be.
It's silent. And then, suddenly it's not.
The sound starts up quiet but soon builds immensely, a sharp wail, a moan, undercut with a chilling rasp that sounds almost like a death rattle. A series of loud banging noises that may or may not be restraints against a metal table. All of it emanates from somewhere just around a bend in the hallway, behind a door that's just out of sight from where you're standing but comes quickly into view if you move toward it.
Before you can open it, the sound starts up again, the screech, the keening noise, something that sounds undeniably like death; there are voices, too, beneath it, a pair of people speaking without paying any mind to the cacophony that surely must be happening near them.
If you listen long enough before opening the door, it sounds almost like whomever is making those ungodly sounds is screaming for their mother.]
[NIGHTMARE – EXCELLA GIONNE]
( cw: violence, some degree of body horror, tentacles just goddamn everywhere )
[The stars above are beautiful, constellations in full view; it's almost enough to make you disregard how very cold it is tonight. There's the soft sway of a ship's movement beneath your feet as it cuts through choppy seas, the metallic sound of a tanker's deck reverberating underneath your every step; despite the amount of work it must require to keep a massive ship like this running smoothly at sea, there don't seem to be any actual people on board – it seems that you're alone, and you're empty-handed, and the only indication of whom this ship might belong to is a logo that's present here and there on the metal walls you pass that ultimately doesn't seem to mean anything.
As you make your way to the bow of the ship, a voice sounds out – distorted, unrecognizable for all the static obscuring it as the ship's public-address system relays it through the night air; the words are difficult to make out, but you can surely hear a few.
"But it's too late for you...you won't live to see – "
"Sorry, Excella, but it seems – "
"...One last task for you."
"Farewell, old friend."
In the distance, a woman screams. And something massive seems to connect, then, hard enough to rock the ship, to dip it down hard from the center.
Perhaps you move forward to the bow of the ship to find the source of the screaming – after all, it sounds as though she's really suffering, wherever she is. Or perhaps you choose to stay put to see what happens; there's no sense in rushing into a dangerous situation. Or perhaps you do the reasonable-person thing and try to run from it all, because whatever just happened on deck is large enough to fuck with the boat and that probably isn't anything you want a part of.
Either way, it doesn't really matter; you're going to be intercepted by Wesker, grabbing your arm or...wherever's immediately available like an unreasonable person and pulling you in a different direction entirely, up a metal flight of stairs to a higher deck.]
We can't stay here.
[His words are sharp, rushed despite the fact that he doesn't seem to be doing much with his face; things are...not going well, clearly.]
[FOG – SERGEI VLADIMIR]
( cw: violence, body horror everywhere, a veritable ball of leeches )
[It probably isn't the wisest decision, being out late at night in the fog like this; just the same, at this point...well, this seems like a far better option than sleeping, given the dreams that have been plaguing Wesker's sleep.
This, incidentally, was a highly incorrect assumption.
If you're out tonight in any of the business districts – anyplace that the buildings tower high above, anyplace that has high walls and streets winding below them, you may find yourself grabbed and pulled over toward someone, your back pressed hard against one of those high walls, and when Wesker speaks from where he's got ahold of you his words seem calm enough but there's an undeniable sense of pressure behind them when he speaks.]
If you're armed, draw your weapon. And keep your gaze high. It's not safe here.
[...So that's something that's happening tonight.]
[ANYTHING ELSE?]
[Feel free to hit either my plotting comment or come find me at
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Sounds like the hugeass thing up there is doing...something. God only knows what.]
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Is Wesker okay? That's his first priority. The monster can wait, as far as he's concerned.]
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So...not entirely okay, but definitely still alive at least.]
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Albert! I found something for you!
[Here, come take some of these weapons off him. He can shoot but his aim probably won't be as good as Wesker's. He'll try to handle the card key thing as soon as he's given his companion some more firepower.]
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Well. Hopefully you actually found what I sent you down there for, and didn't just get distracted by all the nice toys.
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[Don't answer that. He holds up the card key for confirmation after he's handed over the weaponry.]
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Go, then, see what we can get out of that.
[...In the meantime, he actually has no real idea how to shoot these things, but you know what if nothing else he can just try his level best to rain down as much bullet hell as possible and hope he hits something.]
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...
What the hell is this. It looks like what you'd get if you crossed a paintball gun with a very small bazooka.]
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Not really all that cool-looking, honestly. Hmm.]
Oh, Albert! I've got another gun for you!
[He'll take it though! Might as well, this thing was presumably locked up for a reason!]
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That said, though, he does seem to recognize it, and he's quick to hand over the automatic pistols in exchange for it.]
I'll figure out what to do with it, just take these from me. They're hardly rocket science, just mind the kick.
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I'll be careful, ja! Let's take this thing out!
[Assuming the underwhelming gun will actually do something. But it probably will!]
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He has no real idea what the firing mechanism looks like on this thing, what it's supposed to look like as you aim; he imagines it's similar to a sniper rifle, and so that's what his mind provides, something you aim and calibrate and hold down the trigger on and then -
And then there's a burst of blinding white light as something shoots down from on high, puncturing one of those bulbs and instead of immediately flaring up again in the usual biolumenescent orange, it pulsates an odd, dark crimson before fading into a dead-looking, unmoving black.
We have satellite lasers, Jaeger.]
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That was incredible, Albert! Do it again! You can take this thing out like that!
[Holy shit, not only do they stand a chance of not dying, but they stand a chance of winning.]
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For now he can justify it with the fact that someone else is here with him, and Jaeger doesn't deserve to be killed for something he did, and as such...well.
Sorry, Excella.]
Keep firing - it'll keep her off while it recharges, it shouldn't be long; just don't let yourself get distracted.
[Another shot targeted, another laser burst brought down. Two down, two more to go.]
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Of course he knows better than to assume anything, but...]
You can do it, Albert!
[DON'T YOU DARE STOP NOW.]
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Naturally.
There's a quick burst of unpleasantness in the back of his mind at that - you deserve this, remember - before he just...shakes it off, and he casts aside the targeting device and before he can really register what he's doing he's got Samurai Edge out again, and he just starts firing at the one that's left because fuck this - ]
Don't stop.
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[There goes the targeting device. Oh well. It was fun while it lasted. There's only one of those pods left and Jaeger doesn't need Wesker to tell him what to do.]
I'm on it!
[Normally he'd chime in that they can still take it out, but uh... he's honestly not sure they can. He continues to fire, quickly growing used to the recoil on the gun. Come on, come on...]
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The second is that it's going to take a while, but this...it's actually possible.
It doesn't die as quickly as the others did to the laser - it takes longer than that, but eventually there are promising signs; the dark crimson spreading throughout the crown of it, the od biolumenescent flickering that signals that it's going to die, and when it finally does...
Well, it doesn't retract, but it stops moving, and it stops engulfing the ship in the thick increasing way that it has been; it simply freezes up, it stops entirely, and it's only when he can feel the movement of it stop through the metal that Wesker finally lowers his gun.]
...I think it's over.
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But thankfully Wesker thinks it's over and Jaeger releases a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding.]
...I certainly hope it is! I don't know how much more of that either of us could have taken!
[He lowers the weapon finally.]
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[...That said, hopefully no one minds if he just kind of. drops down to take a knee on the deck here, because damn]
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[Probably a stupid question to ask, but it leaves him before he can think about it. The adrenaline's wearing off now that they're safe and he's definitely hurting, so after a moment he'll just kind of sit beside Wesker.]
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[His breathing is kind of jagged, but that's likely due to the impending adrenaline crash and not so much due to some sort of injury.]
...Thank you for going down there. I know you weren't fond of the idea.
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[He laughs though, the sound shaky and relieved.]
But we did it! We won! I thought for a moment there that we weren't going to, but...! What a relief, ja?
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[He'll just glance over at that...thing that's still over there; god, she's not really any less creepy when she's not moving, is she.]
This is the first time I've actually seen it managed, outside of my memories; back then, I wasn't the one who fought her.
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