Getting busy...

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WHO: Wesker & You~
WHERE: Whale Comb Sent Her // Temba Restoration Coordination // Hospital
WHAT: Settling in, acquiring stuff, seeking out people...
WHEN: Mid January-ish
WARNINGS: It's Wesker. Expect death threats. At least he's trying to take his meds.

Whale Comb Sent Her // New Tick

The noise message he had received over his phone is not the reason for Wesker's presence at the Whale Comb Sent Her. It's rather a coincidence based on necessity that has the tall man clad entirely in black very focused on typing a very meticulous string of instructions into the replicator. He has learned by now that the uses for this device are limited and at the moment he very much can't afford making any mistakes. Or having them happen by lacking instructions.

Oddly enough the place seemed very capable of recreating other things without needing any instructions whatsoever. Like his old S.T.A.R.S. uniform that, for whatever reason, was waiting for him there, wrapped up in a labeled box among several other similar boxes. At least it's a change of clothing should he need it. While the replicator went to work on Wesker's finished input, the man finds himself with some spare time to look around further. Of course he has already taken note of the packages filled with sparklers. And of course he has already made plans to take a bunch of them with him. He knows very well what he can do with some sulfur.

But what rather pulls his attention towards it is the data point located in the building. Another one of those. Wesker frowns and hears himself ask aloud while stepping up to it. "And what are you for?"

Hospital

He is overdue and he can feel it. Wesker is an imposing person on any average day and his purposeful stride and the palpable tension radiating off his very being up to his tightly clenched jaw doesn't lessen this impression at all as he steps into the building labeled as hospital on the map. For a hospital it's surprisingly empty, but given the short list of locals that isn't necessarily surprising. In several ways he's quite glad about it. It means no one will see him stalk through the hallways and search the rooms in part to get an idea how well the building is equipped but also to locate what he needs.

By the time Wesker has managed to find some sterile syringes it has become more than obvious that course nothing here is of the standart he is used to working with, but he will have to make due. He is already feeling dizzy in a way he hasn't felt in years. That nothing is around to watch him slump down onto an empty chair may be a blessing. For once he actually feels sick, which hasn't happened in all these years since he worked out the proper formula to stabilze his virus. Of course this place would throw a wrench into that as well.

Wesker lets out a low growl laced with frustration but manages to fish the result from his replicator use out of one of his pockets. A small, unassuming bottle. No label on it but filled with a faintly pink liquid. Enough serum for several applications at least, which gives a little reassurance.

"Focus." He instructs no one but himself and fishes out the syringe he has picked up in one of the surrounding rooms.

Temba Restoration Coordination


Reeve's office is another place Wesker has been told about. Apparently the rebuilding efforts of the city are being coordinated here as the nasme suggests and that's precisely why Wesker has decided to seek the man out. Or at least to see if he is in his office. Naturally there is no guarantee for that, which doesn't mean that Wesker won't simply let himself in either way.

The inside does, indeed, convey the idea that rebuilding efforts are being planned here and Wesker will spend some time studying the different plans, sketches, maps and whichever further information he can gather in this place. It's only when he picks up approaching footsteps that he takes his attention off the papers.

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[knightlyperformance]

By the time Marc comes to the hospital Wesker's already finished going through the rooms in search of what he needed. Marc's not here for anything nearly as dire, although he doesn't quite remember the layout of the place when it comes to where medical supplies might be stored. Just a roll of bandages for a first aid kit Steven had suggested wouldn't be a bad idea, 'especially given your tendency to get into trouble,' he'd said. Not that Marc could refute that.

He's squinting into a dusty cabinet when he hears the sound of someone else around. It's not the most pleasant sound either, but it instantly puts him on the alert as he closes up the empty cabinet, head turned towards the hall. Slowly he starts out of the room and towards the source of the- ah, a voice.

"'llo?" he calls out cautiously as he heads down the corridor. "You all right in there?"

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Despite being somewhat preoccupied, Wesker doesn't miss the footsteps of another person in the building either. The voice is a good enough indicator of hos close the person is and Wesker makes it his point to not be caught appearing vulnerable. That simply wouldn't do. So with a displeased short noise he pulls himself back up onto his feet, which doesn't help with the dizziness, but instantly increases his intimidation factor.

"I'm busy." He snarls in response, voice loud enough that it should be picked up by whoever is here. He leaves bottle and syringe behind on a nearby table and steps to the door of the room he is currently occupying and out into the corridor to scare away the disturbance. Wesker spots the man not too far down the corridor, his own voice tense and impatient as he asks. "What do you want."

[knightlyperformance]

Now there's a ball of sunshine, he thinks, although knowing full well he's no one to judge. Steven doesn't call him on it though, thankfully. Marc resumes his steps, a little more wary. Clearly whoever it is in there is agitated for some reason.

He's not sure what he was expecting, but the man who appears at the next doorway just makes him think of secretive government operatives, right up to the sunglasses. He arches a brow.

"Nothing specifically, heard someone sounding like they were having a time and decided to check in on 'em. ...you good?"

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"A time." Wesker echoes flatly before inquiring in the same tone. "That's the impression I give to you?" Not that he's entirely certain what the other man means by that particular phrasing but to his credit he isn't outright threatening the stranger right away.

But before he can be given an answer, a fresh spike of dizzying nausea hits Wesker and he would have gone down where he stands if it weren't for his hand suddenly gripping onto the nearby doorway hard enough for his fingers to dig into the material, eyes glowing up sharply even through the shades. He fine.

[knightlyperformance]

Marc begins to shrug. Whatever impression Wesker might have meant to make on anyone, there was no way it wasn't going to be taken as anything at least minorly distressing.

Out of reflex he begins to step forward when the man seems to stagger, but being able to indent the doorway like that is one sure way to get anyone to freeze. "Whoa-!" he blurts, the curse that had been on his lips dying off once his eyes skipped from the guy's hand to that intense glowing glare.

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If it weren’t for the increasing headache, Wesker would find a certain amusement in that reaction, but as it is a small tilt of his head is the best reaction he can muster.

“Stop looking at me as if I’m going to bite you.” He says at last and pushes away from the doorframe to stumble back into the room he has emerged from, the palm of his opposite hand pressed against his temple. This isn’t good. He needs take the serum before he can’t handle a syringe anymore. “I already said I’m busy. Come back later.”

[knightlyperformance]

"Not sure I was concerned about biting- should I be?" the man mutters, neither moving forward nor backing off but still tensed all the same. He's not sure what to make of glowing eyes- he's no stranger to them but in his experience it was a brief thing and only signified when one of the gods settled in or left their avatars. Not the greatest feeling.

"Yeah, okay, I can see that. Sure you're gonna be fine there?"

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"Of course." Wesker answers as matter-of-factly as possible while shrugging off the long, dark coat and dropping it on one of the counters. He tries to sound certain, but his hand remains on the flat surface to keep himself steady. Even with his sunglasses his entire world is tinged in a deep red with no sign of the effect lessening even when he focusses.

This will prove an issue.

The hand that isn't keeping Wesker upright comes up to his face and he exhales through his nose before checking if the other man is still around. "I may require some assistance after all."

[knightlyperformance]

No, Marc hasn't left. In spite of his feeling on the alert and considering it might be better off to make himself scarce, he lingers. It's only when the other man speaks up again from within the room that he steps closer towards the doorway.

"What do you need?" Just keep it professional. Don't ask any other questions.

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There is a moment of hesitation on Wesker's end in which he regards the other man through his glasses. A stranger standing in a world of angry red. A stranger that he has to depend on at least at the moment and deep down Wesker hates it.

"The serum is on that table." He says at last, gesturing vaguely towards the untested substance he now can only hope works.

[knightlyperformance]

Despite not knowing exactly what's going on with the guy, Marc still has a pretty good guess as to what's going through his mind then. Someone with such strength showing a moment of weakness, and the situation's serious enough that he's forced to ask for someone's assistance. Marc doesn't lift his hands completely, but he gestures vaguely enough, showing he's not here to be a threat. Which might be laughable under different circumstances.

When finally Wesker gives direction, he looks towards the table for the serum in question. Marc gives him a nod, stepping briskly into the room to pick up the vial and the syringe beside it. It's clear enough what needs to be done.

Don't ask questions, he repeats in his head as he applies the syringe to the vial to take in its contents. Well, maybe one question. "Whole thing?" he asks, just to be sure, but once he gets confirmation he'll set the emptied bottle aside and tap out the air bubbles in the syringe, depressing the stopper until the smallest amount of liquid finally squirts out with the last of the air.

Okay, one more question. He holds the syringe up. "You got this, or where should I be sticking it?"

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The absence of questions is secretly appreciated and Wesker observes in matching silence as the other man handles the serum almost professionally. It earns Marc a small nod of approval when Wesker accepts the syringe and rather unceremoniously jabs the needle into the exposed forearm of his other arm.

The serum burns as it wrestles the virus back into its place. So the replicator does indeed do exactly as it is told. Interesting…

Wesker let’s put a silent sigh of relief once the red tint begins to drain away from his vision and with it the glow from his eyes also fades away at last. But that relief also comes with the reminder that he isn’t alone.

“You have questions. I will answer two.”

[knightlyperformance]

Being a field medic wasn't part of his training or duties back when he was a marine but when you took up being a mercenary there were a few things you picked up. Proper handling of injections wasn't exactly a specialized skill but one of those things you just picked up from some experience or another.

With Wesker taking care of injecting himself, all Marc can do then is wait and see if whatever it is does the trick. Once the other man sighs, he arches a brow. Guess it worked, then. Offering answers to two questions is rather generous considering Marc hadn't expected any questions to be accepted at all. He pauses as he thinks.

"...that gonna be a problem?"

Restoration Coordination (of course)

[plate_builder]

The good news was that Reeve was, absolutely, a man who wasn't very good at walking away from his work. So yes, he was there, though he had been back in his bedroom having passed out after a long day of planning how he might bring suggestions of how to repair the towers to Cayde.

As it was, he was shocked to come out of the room and see, well, a stranger there. Reeve almost tripped over his own feet when he saw Wesker, and had to take a moment to regain his balance.

"Hello sir."

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At this point Wesker had started to assume no one was about and had taken to study what plans and notes are put up on the walls or left on the desks. His attention is on a large, drawn map of the city when he hears movements from the other room and Wesker can't help but raise a single brow at the man appearing out of the private marked part of the building.

"Mr. Reeve Tuesti, I assume." At least the man looks like someone that takes his work seriously. At the expense of his own health. Wesker is familiar with that type. His attention returns to the map in front of him as he adds not entirely without a degree of judgement. "You look like you just woke up from a nap."

[plate_builder]

"A correct assumption on one hand, and incorrect on the other. I tend to consider eight hours a night of sleep. I got lost in reviewing materials and tools needed for some structural repairs."

He was very intrigued to meet the man, and he gestured to the other.

"Might I ask your own name?"

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"Albert Wesker." The response is given with a small nod as Wesker turns to fully face the other man. "I was told you are the one coordinating the rebuilding efforts of this city." And that's what he is interested to learn about.

"Were you the one who drew these maps?" Or are there others working in this office space?

[plate_builder]

Albert, huh? Interesting name.

"I am coordinating some of them, yes. There have been others who helped me over time, including in getting power and water back to functioning."

And he was starting to plan new work, having learned to work with wood. This winter was going to be full of experiments with making concrete here too, and bricks.

"Ah, yes," Reeve said with a smile, moving to the closest one. "I was a city planner back home, in addition to architecture and some other areas of study. Improved maps were a focus of mine. I have others around here that trace out power conduits and water lines as well. And we did one for the mines as well."

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"I find it reassuring to learn that a professional has been entrusted with this project." Wesker says with a tiny tilt of his head. He has only met a few people so far, but those he has spoken to certainly had an entirely different air about them. Luckily he has dealt with all kinds of people over the years.

Wesker follows the other man's path to one of the map and lets his own attention be directed to said map. "Unfortunately I can't claim to be part of the same profession, but I am willing to assist where I can. That's why I came here." It's also a good way to learn more. About the city, its current state and very likely more of its residents.

[plate_builder]

"It is less that I was entrusted and more that I put myself in this position," Reeve said with a little shrug.

Still, the offer is very interesting, and he smiles.

"Do you have much experience with construction?"

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Wesker crosses his arms with a small shrug of acceptance on his part. "A man that isn't afraid to take on responsibility to get a job done. I can accept that." The sunglasses return to observe Reeve, paying close attention to the other man's every reaction. "As for my qualifications, I have my fair share of common construction experience in regards of structural construction. Creating improvised shelters used to be part of my job to keep my team alive." Not a lie. He may have ultimately betrayed S.T.A.R.S., but that didn't mean he didn't take his job seriously up until the end.

"My actual expertise is focused on bioengineering. Which on my end involved more deconstruction and destruction of whatever some deluded mind patched together." Another simple truth. One that Wesker hopes will grant him a little insight on how familiar Reeve is with the field of bioengineering.

[plate_builder]

Well, he almost finds himself flattered by this observation. But more than that, he'd excited for the potential help.

"I'm sorry to say I don't know much of bioengineering. In fact, I've had bad experiences from that particular field of study back home. But I've known people to do that line of work. I was... blessed not to be involved. And here I'm luck as to be able to help people live more comfortably."

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"Hm." Wesker nods. So a degree of understanding at the very least. "I understand. It used to be my job to deal with these bad experiences. At least until one of them got entirely out of hand and led to Raccoon City's destruction." As he speaks, Wesker slowly steps over to one of the windows looking out onto Temba's city center. "What's left of that city is a lot less than what's been left standing here."

He remains at the window a little longer, settling in contemplative silence for a few moments with his hands crossed behind his back. "I couldn't keep my team alive that time. The lucky ones were simply killed. But some turned into zombies and ended up attacking their former friends and partners. I survived, but at a price." Wesker turns around then, reaching up with one hand to remove his sunglasses to reveal his dimly glowing orange-red eyes. "I'm well aware what bioengineering is capable of in the wrong hands. I have been hunting down those hands since they destroyed my city. But while I'm here, I want to be useful."

[plate_builder]

Yes, that sounded like a good description of what happened with Sephiroth as well, but there had been no one to stop him.

"Zombies?" he asked after a moment. His world didn't really have much lore of creatures along those lines, so he was intrigued by the term.

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“Mindless creatures that used to be humans.” Wesker shrugs, replacing his glasses. “The quickest way to dispose of them is firing their heads off.” Just a little free tip on how to dead with reanimated corpses. “Not the kind of experience you made then, I assume.”