revivalproject | Getting busy...

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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Of course magics. Reeve pulls his right sleeve back a little bit to show off the metal bracelet he wore, studded with green stones that glowed faintly.

"Magics. Though I don't think that curses are cast by normal people, and wizards are something for stories. We refer to those who are adept at materia use 'mages'."

And they classify them as well, but that's a bit of a whole thing to explain.

The bracelet is indeed a curious thing to behold. It doesn't quite match the man's chosen style and that glow... Well. There are ways to make translucent stones glow that aren't magical at all and Wesker remains aware of that.

"Are you implying you yourself are one of these mages?" He asks, his attention leaving the bracelet again in favor of the man wearing it. Wesker crosses his arms casually. "You have to excuse my scepticism, but I haven't been told that aside of aliens I am also expected to accept magic as reality." Yet another variable that may only end up difficult to gauge on his end.

"Of course I am," Reeve said, because why would he show the materia off if he wasn't? "But many here are not from words familiar with magic. Hold on."

He moves past Wesker to the door of the building. He doesn't enjoy that he has to open the door to do this, but it's something that needs done to prove himself. Sometimes seeing helps, and then from there he can talk about how it all works.

One of the green orbs glows more brightly as Reeve gestures outside, and a bolt of lightning strikes out of the open sky and hits the ground. Moments later another stone glows more brightly and a fireball forms in Reeve's hand before he casts it at the street, where it manifests a small explosion before it fades away. And finally the third orb lights, and a large pillar of ice forms outside.

"Magic."

Wesker is left to observe the presentation, which he does without a shift in his posture or expression. Lightning, fire and ice. Fascinating but also- Dangerous.

He steps past Reeve and outside without a word, stopping in front of the pillar and placing a flat hand against the ice as if to make sure it's real. Which it is. It's cold and solid and it takes Wesker some effort before he can feel it give way to the pressure of his fingers. So this is what people are capable of here. Controlling elemental magic.

Nodding to himself, Wesker exhales some cold air and takes his hand from the pillar before turning back towards Reeve. "Magic, I see. Thank you for the demonstration." He folds his hands across his back. "I have come to offer my assistance and that offer remains. But I will make it clear here and now that if I find any of these magic spells aimed at me I won't hesitate to defend myself." That only seems fair.

"Aimed at you?" Reeve said, shocked. That didn't seem like something he would ever consider doing. "No, this is not for that. I use the ice to preserve things, fire to get rid of things safely, and the lightning for defense when things go wrong here."

Because there had been dangers before.

All of that may be true, and yet Wesker isn’t a person to simply trust the words of someone he just met. He hardly trusted the words of people he has known for literal decades and almost considered himself to be friends with. But even William has been someone Wesker would have never underestimated despite how close they had been.

“As long as it remains that way, we won’t have any issues.” Wesker states in return before driving his flat hand fingertips first into the solid block of ice by his side in a single, lightning fast motion, causing the ice to shatter. Reeve showed him his tricks, so it’s only fair to give the man an idea in return even if Wesker’s own methods are much more direct.

There is something to be said for the lack of comfort Reeve has for a man who would assume him violent. But then again, magic was weird in many worlds he had come to know, and it might make others worry.

"Of course it will remain that-"

And then he was left blanching at the implied threat of that strike. That was... dangerous in and of itself too.

"I see."

Magic is a variable that is impossible for Wesker to gauge, which makes him ddispleased at the mere idea of having to deal with such a rogue element at all. He very much prefers to make his position clear from the start. Ensuring a healthy degree of intimidation usually works perfectly in his favor and he can see that a simple little demonstration does, indeed, not go without leaving and impression.

Wesker nods once in response and steps back towards Reeve. They have come to an understanding, settling that particular matter at least. But Wesker's main reason to seek out the man remains. "So what current projects are there that could use a hand?"

Wait until Wesker has to deal with the Force. But he is going to try and move on. He's known strong men like this, ones who are dangerous and distrusting.

"Well, there's repairs at the tower, and I'm actually looking to try and clear an area to start converting an area here in the more residential area as a proper storehouse."

Dangerous and distrusting is a good way to put it. Wesker never had reason to trust anyone and so far it has kept him alive.

So repairs or clearing out an area. Neither sounds too thrilling or too difficult. "Unless you suggest I work on either location I will check out both and do what I can."

"For now, I don't have the wood quite ready to repair the Deep End, so clearing is the most useful. Of course, it's winter, and I wouldn't ask anyone to do that in this weather."

Lack of common resources such as wood, noted.

"Just tell me where to go." Simple. He knows where the Deep End is, at least.

Oh, they had plenty of wood. It just needed to be made into what they could use.

"Alright. If you open the map on your comm, I can mark it."

Wesker gives a short nod before producing his phone and opening up the map as requested and holding the device out to the other man. He sees no need to say anything else and therefore remains silent. He will check out the place Reeve is going to mark first to gauge the amount of work required to make the place useful and later check the mentioned damage at the Deep End.

Reeve was happy to set a pin into the map so that Wesker knows where to go.

"You can also reach out to me on the network, if you need to later. Have you tried to use the communications before?"

“I have used phones before.” Wesker answers as he accepts his device back and checks the marker on the map with a small nod. There is no need to admit that this type of communication device has caught him off guard at first, but it had turned out to be straight forward enough in the end.

The device is pocketed with a small tip of Wesker’s head that may be taken as thanks. “I will be on my way then. I will reach out if I need to.”

"Not everyone has, but I'm glad to hear that," Reeve said with a smile. It meant the man could reach out when he needed to. "Good luck."

Getting busy...

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject