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recolle2018-04-14 08:36 pm
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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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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?]
[Have something else you want to do? Feel free to PM me or grab me on plurk at
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[He sighs and leans back against the couch.]
...You know you can tell me anything, ja?
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[He'll retrieve the washcloth then, just sort of toying with it between his hands; it doesn't seem to be doing much, anyway.]
This is just going to upset you unnecessarily. Everything is fine.
[...Ah. That again.]
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[He shifts a little like he's thinking of getting up, but then settles again.]
I don't like the idea of you handling everything all by yourself just because you don't want to upset me. I'll be fine; I can handle it. So please... talk to me?
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Sometimes I've thought about trying again.
[The words are strangely clinical, but they're out there.]
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Trying what again?
[As soon as the words are out there, he's suddenly very aware that Wesker could be referring to trying to kill everyone but... surely that's not the case?]
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Doing what I was created to do. "Saving the world", in the one way I know how.
Destroying as many people as necessary. Perhaps all of them.
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Is this something you've given serious thought to? Why have you considered it?
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[Among other things.]
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[Mostly the former and not the latter, but he's very glad that Wesker doesn't have access to any way of accomplishing that. Still...]
Why, though? I don't understand.
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...I think I understand why you'd see it that way, but I can't agree with that. I don't like that we're being used and I don't like the way Retrospec has handled things, but I really am happy. I wouldn't want to lose that.
[He certainly doesn't want to die? Holy shit.]
I can see why you wouldn't tell me about this. How long have you been thinking about it?
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[That's both highly agitated and...all the response you're getting right now, apparently.]
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[He just needs to talk to sort out his thoughts on things, that's all. Wesker usually isn't this agitated though...]
I'm sure you'd rather not, but I think it would be good to talk about this. I want to hear your thoughts on it.
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[That's likewise agitated. Defensive. Like he's expecting a fight.]
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[He has to stop there to take a breath and try to steady himself. His shoulders are shaking, but he has to be able to handle this. This is part of the problem, isn't it?]
I'll listen to whatever you have to say just... please talk to me.
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[That's...it's low, and it's harsh, and he's well aware that it's both; he wants to leave, he wants to just get up and lock himself in his room again and deal with this on his own, and he doesn't seem aware of it but his eyes are doing that weird glowing thing again, bright orange to match those marks, just visible here and there behind the lenses of his sunglasses as his gaze darts a bit.
He wants to leave, but he's not sure how well he can manage that what with how sick he's feeling, and particularly with the way those marks are starting to burn against his skin.]
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Acting like this is just proving that he really can't handle it. Maybe he really can't. But that isn't going to stop him from trying.
He takes a moment to try to steel himself.]
...I don't know what I'd do if you chose to pursue this. But right now I'm more worried about you. This can't be easy to handle and you've been dealing with it on your own. I want to be here for you, I want to help you. Don't push me away.
[He's aware of those eyes and while he really wants to look away, he doesn't. He has to be strong enough to deal with this.]
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[Any pointedness there doesn't seem aimed at Jaeger, however, despite his words.]
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...Of course I do.
[It sounds...strange, though. Not altogether uncertain, but rather unwilling to commit to it.]
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I'm sorry that you've been struggling with this on your own. I think I understand why you wouldn't want to tell me, but I can be here for you now. Even if there's nothing else I can do to help you, I'll always be here.
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It isn't constantly on my mind. Not like before.
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I'm glad to hear that. Has it been troubling you for a long time?
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[Well, this is...better, sort of. At least he's talking about it?]
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Does the thought scare you any?
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