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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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Does the thought scare you any?
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...I don't know if I'd say it scares me.
[...]
I don't like thinking about it in too much detail.
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I think that's understandable. Even if it doesn't scare you, it's still a lot to deal with.
...Will you come to me to talk about this sort of thing? I know there's probably nothing I can do to help, but I want to be here for you.
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[That isn't an answer.]
Nothing is going to happen; you don't have to...watch me - as I said, I don't have the means to do anything.
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[His grip tightens on Wesker's arm, though it shouldn't be painful.]
You mean so much to me and it's frustrating that I can't do anything more for you. But I can be by your side and listen when you're dealing with something like this. So... please let me in.
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So really, there's no reason for you to offer me sympathy. I don't expect it, and arguably I don't deserve it - though I know that's always a losing argument with you.
[There's that odd, defensive sort of bite behind his words again; he isn't trying to shrug Jaeger off, but he's going very tense.]
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Why are you trying so hard to push me away? I'm doing everything I can to be here for you, but you're making that incredibly difficult! I'm not going to argue with you about what you do or don't deserve. I don't want to fight with you about that - or anything else!
[He's getting too worked up and he knows it. So he tries to stop and take a deep breath.]
...I want to be here for you, Albert. It may never be enough, but it's all I can do. I'll always do everything I can for you because you're so important to me.
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Don't you understand? It's easier to do this now than it is to-
[He cuts himself off, shaking his head; he isn't even sure what he's holding anymore - the cloth from earlier, his coat - but what matters is there's fabric in his fingers and he doesn't seem aware of the motion but he's twisting it the gesture agitated and strangely anxious.]
It's not that it isn't enough, I never said that it isn't enough, that's never been the problem - or if it is, that isn't due to anything you've done. Chris and Jill weren't enough for me, either, and apparently neither is being given a chance to start over - do you think I'm not able to control myself? I can do better than this, I should be doing better than this, but for some reason I keep coming back to it, I-
[god fucking damn it.]
One day you're going to leave like the others did. Not because there's anything wrong with you, because you're going to try your best until you finally go. But because I'm defective.
That's why.
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You're not defective. You're not. I'm never going to believe that.
[Jaeger wants to reach out and grab Wesker's arm again, but he stops himself. He doesn't stop himself from getting worked up this time though; he couldn't even if he really wanted to.]
I'm not going to leave, I've been trying to reassure you of that! I'm here for you and I always will be, but I can't do that if you keep pushing me away! I don't want to assume everything is fine when it isn't, I just want to help you! I love you and I'm not leaving! If I could, I'd tear Retrospec apart piece by piece for what they've done to you, but I can't, so I'm doing everything I can to help you through it! I'm not going anywhere; I don't care how many times I have to reassure you of that.
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He'll set the fabric he's holding aside, though - turns out it was the towel, who knew - and after a weird, hesitant moment he'll reach out as though to touch Jaeger's hair; is that going to be allowed, or...]
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...I'm not going anywhere. I'm not going to leave you.
[The words are calmer now even though he's still worked up. He just really needs Wesker to believe that, even if it's just for a moment.]
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...I don't like thinking about doing anything that's going to kill you.
[...It's not what he wants to say, exactly, but they're the first words that are readily available.]
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...I thought that might be the case. It sounds difficult to handle.
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[He knows he's fucked up, Jaeger.]
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You know that isn't going to stop me, ja? I'm still here for you; this isn't going to make me leave.
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[It's not an affirmation that he knew already, but it is an agreement. He knows.]
You don't have to do anything drastic like tearing Retrospec apart for me, you know. But I appreciate the notion that you would.
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[Can he take your free hand? He wants the touch right now.]
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It's going to be all right, you know.
Don't misunderstand me, I would do the same thing if given the chance. But it's going to resolve itself one way or another.
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...I know. I know it will.
[He doesn't like thinking about it, but he's not going to ignore it. He can't afford to do that.]
But I'm going to be here. I'm not going to leave you.
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I shouldn't have said those things to you.
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It was sort of painful. Please don't try to push me away. I'm just going to keep trying.
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[It's softer than his words have been this entire time, at least.
The unnatural glow to his eyes fades out; he seems to be calming down. And it seems the fever is breaking as well.]
I'll try not to do that again, then. Though I can't promise anything.
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If you try it again, I'll just keep fighting. You mean too much to me; I could never let you push me away.
[His grip tightens a bit on Wesker's hand.]
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Somehow I don't think either of us planned to have you actually manage to tell me you love me in the middle of a fight.
[Your timing...]
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Oh, I did manage to say it, didn't I...?
[He brightens immediately at that, looking far too proud of himself.]
Well, I didn't expect it to come out like that, but I'm certainly not complaining! I l—
[...of course it's not that easy. Just. Give him a second to fight with the words for a moment before he finally manages to force it.]
I love you, there we go!
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