recolle | [OPEN] Without the threat of death there's no reason to live at all

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[OPEN] Without the threat of death there's no reason to live at all

WHO: Albert Wesker, whomever chooses to join him (presumably you!)
WHERE: Magatus, Bosuma, Recollé
WHEN: Throughout April
WHAT: Dealing with the various...problems associated with a couple of the outlying regions. (If a curse is both potent and extremely localized, does that make it the resident evil?)
WARNINGS: Possible discussion of torture in the first Magatus prompt; otherwise, I'll note it if something comes up.

[I. MAGATUS.]
( possible cw: discussion of torture )

[They say it's a curse.

Wesker shouldn't be surprised at that; this place had reminded him early on of that town in Russia, that place crawling with wolves and the undead - it had been "an accident" then, he's pretty sure, because back then everything had been "an accident", the Arklay Mountains and Raccoon City and South America and who knows, maybe Africa was considered an accident too before Unreality had taken out the world, it's hard to say.

This seems decidedly less accidental, however.

He makes quick work of talking to the townspeople, perhaps the first time he's made quick work of talking to anyone in this lifetime; he'd been here in February, it makes things easier, there are people he recognizes in passing and at least one that will send him into the woords, a sharp orange glow emanating from a large spot on the left side of his chest that he remembers having glowed like that at least one time before.

("At least one" because he doesn't remember any others, but that doesn't mean they hadn't existed; he knows there's at least one transformation he hasn't seen, and with any luck he'll never see it, but that doesn't mean it never happened, now, does it.)

Come across him in the woods and you'll find him there readily enough; he doesn't seem unsettled, but then he doesn't seem much of anything, just a stock-still figure dressed in black with a long coat on, shifting his head's position a bit once in a while like he's trying to source a sound and not succeeding. Join him, or just come to ask him what he thinks he's doing out here; maybe you'll get to hear it, too, faint whispers in the air tugging at the edges of your mind as they pass through.

- couldn't do it last time, could you -
- look at how she suffered for nothing -
- you can save all of this -
- look at how both of them suffered for nothing -
- do you want them to be used like you were -
- look at how all of them suffered for nothing -
- save them -
- save them -
- save them.

Of course, back in Magatus proper, that night will find him leaning up against one of the supports of the lodge, the mark burning bright and gnarled on his chest; he's got one of his hands pressed up against it but it's still present, and if he's asked about whether or not he's gone into the woods, he'll simply tell you that he didn't hear anything.]

[II. MAGATUS - CLOSED TO JAEGER.]

[He had told Jaeger to leave him alone for the night.

It wasn't pleasant, locking him out, but it was for the best - after all, glowing things like that are never promising, this one seems to be starting to spread already since his time in the woods, tendrils arcing out and searing a glowing path out over his chest and shoulders, and he knows it's best to at least remain in Magatus simply because at this point it's a numbers game. If this reacts poorly with anything, it's better here than in Recollé.

So he's alone in a room in the lodge for now, and those marks aren't going away and neither is the fever that's been steadily developing, and that latter thing is actually the part that worries him - he doesn't get sick, certainly not very easily and definitely not since the irregularities in his blood - but this isn't fading and neither is anything else and sleeping it off is going to prove ineffectual in small doses and impossible in large ones.

He knows where Jaeger is staying here; he's dressed when he goes to seek him out, fully so because he's cold (and he knows that's the fever talking and that bundling up is a terrible idea but he's got his coat pulled tight around his body anyway) and he doesn't hesitate for long before he's knocking on the door. It's likely not enough to wake him up if he's solidly asleep, though it's enough to get attention if he isn't, and in some ways Wesker generally hopes that Jaeger is too passed out to notice.]

[III. BOSUMA.]

[Wesker's memories of Bosuma are largely good ones, and that's why he's out here today; perhaps the important thing is that he still has memories of Bosuma right now, largely because he hasn't found the woman with the nice face and the horrid powers, and for now he's content to see what's here outside of, you know, the rainbow deer and what have you.

He'll approach those who seem to be wandering lost, however, those that have been touched by one curse or another, simply because in his experience people tend to wander around lost in places like these entirely too often for his liking; he can't guarantee help will be prudent or competently administered - but then, pretty much anything is better than wandering through the woods with no earthly clue who you are.

Isn't it?]

[IV. RECOLLE / BOSUMA PART II]

[...it's been an interesting day.

He's found himself back in the city proper, though he can't really say he knows where he's going; he doesn't look...terribly great, in that he has that general look of someone who's been having A Day for approximately the last year, and the random outpourings of mail here and there aren't helping matters.

But the fact is that he's here, and he seems calm enough despite the tiredness, and he'll approach you if you're looking like you don't have anywhere that you're in a great hurry to be - his words are even, confident, because what he's doing is important as far as he's concerned and he's not going to allow opportunities to simply be dismissed as though they're nothing.]

While I do hate to trouble you, would you mind giving me some of your time? Just some idle conversation, is all - it shouldn't take too long.

[V. ANYTHING ELSE?]

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[As if Jaeger could sleep, when something's clearly bothering Wesker to the point of secluding himself in his room? To the point of locking even Jaeger out? Of course he's not getting any sleep tonight.

He's at least tried from the looks of it when he cracks the door a bit to see who it is. Jaeger's dressed in his pajamas and his hair's kind of a mess from attempting to sleep, but he brightens immediately when he notices Wesker at the door.]

Come on in.

[Once Wesker's inside he drops his free hand from his chest where it had been covering the soft glow of the blastia beneath his shirt. There's a second, smaller glowing mark just above the blastia, though the red glow is more pronounced than the blastia's. Jaeger moves to sit on the bed, motioning for Wesker to make himself at home wherever he pleases.]

What's going on?

[He doesn't look or sound relaxed, but he's doing his best not to get too worked up. His eyes trace the orange markings, but he doesn't comment on them.]

[He'll remain standing near the door once it's closed, drawing the fabric of his coat tighter around his body; he shakes his head a bit once the question is out there, but it takes him a moment longer to answer.]

...Difficulty sleeping, that's all.

[He's not buying it, but he doesn't argue with it either.]

...I'm glad you came to see me. I've been worried about you.

You do tend to tell me that you always are.

[It's not pointed or anything, but it is in fact out there.]

Well, yes, but I've been worrying more than usual!

[He absently reaches up to play with his bangs a bit, just to give himself something to do.]

Why did you want to be left alone?

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