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A Man on Various Missions

WHO: Wesker & Whoever dares bothering him
WHERE: Around Temba - Hangar, Power Plant, Whale Comb Sent Her, Residence Towers, Greenhouse
WHAT: A man's gotta stay busy...
WHEN: April
WARNINGS: Wesker being Wesker.
NOTES: I'm afraid that he's incredibly antisocial at the moment and it shows in the prompts.

Kind of a Hobby [ Somewhere between the Power Plant & Whale Comb Sent Her ]

Wandering back and forth between the power plant and the center of the city may be a bit of a trek, but it's not necessarily one Wesker minds. What he minds more is the time he has to waste out of pure necessity. A necessity he has brought upon himself, he will admit as much, but not one he deems useless. Upgrading and tending to your weapons is never useless in his opinion. But doing so properly turns out to be pretty tedious due to the strange laws of this world.

In order to work on the weapons he is able to use while being linked to the security expertize, Wesker has to move all the way to the power plant to switch to the engineering expertize and in order to test his adjustments and modifications he has to walk all the way back to the Whale Comb Sent Her. This setup results in Wesker wandering between both locations repeatedly, carrying the same alien weapons with him every time. Weapons that also required some getting used to with him being very used to handling weapons with actually palpable ammunition.

It's always on his way back to the power plant that Wesker stops at the same spot where there are no actual buildings around, yet some of the debris has been brought together to serve as targets for his modifications. When he spots someone close by, he keeps his weapon lowered, secured and his eyes on the other person, wordlessly waiting for them to be on their way, not bothering to try ordering anyone around.

Almost like watching TV [ Hangar ]

Why anyone would stay anywhere other than with the ship they were assigned to may be a bit of a mystery to Wesker, but not one he is too set on solving or a circumstance he feels the need to complain about. The ships offer everything a person needs to live: Food, water, a place to rest and clean themselves as well as their belongings. The protein paste provided is sufficient to keep him going and also spares him the hassle of actually preparing any food. And considering the amount of energy his body requires to keep going, it's also much more efficient than attempting to feed himself by other means.

Since he sees no actual use in any of the locals to find his way back home, Wesker doesn't bother with socializing at this point. He spends some time every day at the hospital, doing his research and exchanges a few words with Dr. Takemi or even Billy should their paths cross. And when he's not at the hospital or investigating various places in and around Temba, Wesker spends time with the ships, usually after picking up the engineering expertize to gain further understanding of the workings and technology of the ships. He has yet to attempt any modifications, but given that these are space ships and not merely weapons, he remains more reluctant to alter anything. But he is learning while checking hulls, tightening bolts and checking for wiring that may require replacing. Odd work for him, maybe, but he refuses to trust these vehicles to safely transport him off of this planet unless he has ensured their safety himself.

It's the ship that goes by the name Flygood that's bothering him a little. It has no crew assigned to it and appears to be serving as some sort of- Shrine? Museum? Archive? Whatever is going on with that ship concerns him. But there are things to learn from the changing pictures that never fail to deepen the scowl set above Wesker's dark glasses. "No wonder everyone is still stuck here." He mutters darkly to himself as he steps out of the happily painted ship after his routinely check on what the pictures have to tell him this time.

Scientific Destruction [ Residence Towers ]

Everyone is familiar with the Deep End and its location as part of a rather peculiar set of towers that are connected by high concrete walls that trap their own little watery ecosystem between them.

It's in one of the towers opposite of where Cayde's bar is located that some rather loud construction is taking place. Or is it destruction? From the outside it certainly sounds like someone is kicking in doors and tearing through furniture and walls somewhere in the building. It could be a person scavenging. Or some of the local fauna trying to make the place its home. Or it could be some sort of aggressive creature that somehow ended up inside and is now throwing a fit due to having gotten lost.

Do you dare investigate?

Checking them Herbs [ Greenhouse ]

Wesker knows how to combine herbs to create different remedies. Green herbs and red herbs and sometimes blue herbs. Every member of S.T.A.R.S. knows these things. Even if S.T.A.R.S. is a relict of the past, the knowledge remains. But Wesker's knowledge isn't limited to these herbs. He has spent enough years conducting, studying and stealing research to know his way around mixing and creating all types of mixtures and solutions. And sometimes creating deadly viruses.

But that's not why he has stopped by the Greenhouse. He actually is interested in the various herbs and their potential uses. The data point located there assists with some at least temporary understanding of what he is looking at as he is studying the selection of seeds, but so far nothing really sticks out to him that will make the loss of knowledge an actual loss.

Most of what can be found in this place are plants meant to be turned into food, which makes sense and Wesker has no reason to meddle with any of these. What he is more interested in are which of the plants may be used as easily accessible medicine. And he is currently eyeing one of those specimen that at the very least appears somewhat similar to the green herbs he is more familiar with. He cuts off a small branch of the plant and makes to leave.

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Some of the greenery is moving. Oh wait, no, that's actually a person.

Who looks like a turtle.

Donnie may have accidentally touched the agriculture data point early on not long after his arrival but he doesn't regret it too much. Studying plants is his favorite thing outside of tinkering with technology, and currently he's picking out specimens for a project. He has a shallow box lined up with short bottles and cups, makeshift planters, and it's with care that he'd transplanted some after gently uprooting it or snipped a branching stem and stripped the lowest leaves before setting it in water.

He takes a moment to stretch his back out a bit, having been hunched over, and it's then that he notes he's not the greenhouse's only visitor. Oh wait, he's seen this guy before. Network, doctor guy asking for samples.

A humanoid turtle at least isn’t the wildest thing Wesker has encountered in his life. Every Umbrella lab has its own brand of mutations to either study or take down and since he became more entangled with the bioterrorism black market Wesker found himself treated to the full spectrum of human creativity. Which in this particular area does not necessarily mean anything good.

Wesker is also well aware that he has spoken to this turtle before. And how well that conversation went. A waste of his time and not something he feels the need to repeat.

He leaves the turtle to tend to what Wesker assumes is his dinner.

These plants are definitely not under the edible section. Well, most of them aren't. Donnie's figured he'd get a good range of samples from what's around here. He's not sure if they'd gotten affected by the storms previously but if they'd been protected due to the enclosure, then putting them outside somewhere should definitely show results if what Dustin had told him was true.

He arches a brow at Wesker. Yeah, he remembers their conversation. His nose wrinkles involuntarily before he pointedly turns his attention back to his specimens, gathering up his things.

[[ ooc: Since it's unlikely that they will engage in any productive way, enjoy a gif <3 ]]

((OOC: XD True, Donnie does enjoy vegetable options when he's not downing a cheese-slathered bacon bagel burrito sandwich.))

The sound was difficult to pinpoint, echoing through an empty building, off of glass and being swallowed in the dark, still water. It took a few second of hovering over that strange pool, looking like eternity below him, for Iron Man to narrow down the building that was crashing and rattling. That wasn't Cayde renovating the bar, then. Maybe franchising. Iron Man went drifting toward the noise, watching the vibrations chart spike and dip on his HUD as he floated slowly down the face of the building, peering through windows or the broken holes of them that remained. It didn't sound like Cayde, he realized--he was more of a one, big bang kind of fella. Maybe Tony should call, find out of he was okay, if maybe he should postpone dropping by to make Colonel a soundproof nest. A kid with a guitar was supposed to be the biggest threat to her up here.

Wesker has worked his way to the fifth floor and is kicking yet another door out of its hinges when he notices the hovering form outside that at first glance could well be another Exo. One that doesn't share Cayde's idea of putting on some clothes, which remains an odd thing to do for a robot, but it's one of those odd things that are fairly easy to accept at least.

What's less easy to accept is this other robot just staring at him and Wesker feels tempted to hurl the door at it to make it go away. But instead of doing so, Wesker opts to ignore the thing and just drop the door on the floor before him before heading back to the building's main stairwell where he had left some bright orange paint that, in all likelyhood, had been taken from an unfinished painting project back at the hotel. It will do the intended job. Wesker takes the paint back to the dropped door and paints a large, single number on it: '5'

The paint is set aside and the marked door carried over to one of the windows facing the water where it is put up to cover said window, leaving the number only to be read from the outside - From within the pool itself. Wesker has done the same thing on the floors below already. The more water damaged ones had required more clearing up. Especially since he needs the numbers to be in the same place on every floor. For all intends and purposes he's turning this building into a scale. And that robot out there can mind its own business.

It was not nearly so obvious what this man was trying to do from this side of the window. Iron Man tilted his head, not even sure what to scan or calculate as he drifted slowly along to try to keep watch on the man through the whole process of disappearing, returning with some paint, then showing his artwork off to the fish. It was all a very bombastic presentation for the intended audience.

A light tapping came at the class, tink tink tink--clearly, the robot was not minding his own business. He was trying to get that intense stare back on him, so he could call through the window, "I think they prefer pellets." After a beat, he had to admit, "I don't know, I'm not really a fish guy. Most of the fish guys I know don't know how to relax. I don't think it's a very healthy hobby, now that I'm thinking about it. Maybe try a dating app."

While the tapping is at the very least successful at grasping Wesker's attention and draw a mildly annoyed look outside, the words effectively turn that look into an outright glare which even the sunglasses fail to hide.

Wesker steps over to the window, a gloved finger tapping the dirty surface on his side once and he informs the robot calmly. "If ging on my nerves is the only reason you are hovering around out there, I advise you to piss off. Now."

They were tapping together, they had already made such a natural connection. While Tony's playful grin was hidden behind his mask, the whole Iron Man gave a curious bounce in the air to bring him more level with where the fish guy was doing his tapping, like they had been aligned the whole time with Iron Man's hand still raised.

"Not the only reason," he assured. "I'm actually very complex. Just this glove requires a six hundred page instruction manual." He gave a mincing wave. Before the guy could decide what that meant, Tony was continuing, "What are we doing?"

Similar to Tony's mask hiding his grin, Wesker's sunglasses hide the way his eyes narrow slightly at the implication made by the use of the term glove that there is an actual person within this robot and that this person is wearing some sort of highly advanced suit and very obviously not even doing anything useful with it.

"So you admit that you are purposefully being a nuisance." He says, taking a step back and crossing his arms. "Being incompetent is disappointingly popular in this place."

That wasn't the posture of a particularly charmed man, so Tony had to disagree with the logic. He was clearly very competent at being a nuisance. "Most people would insist I was the foremost expert in the field," he pointed out. "If it's a bigger nuisance you're looking for, don't worry, I'm just getting warmed up. The machine works best with some special tuning. Sounds like it's not going to be that hard, though, if everyone else already figured out how to annoy you. Is that the thing you're really competent at? Being completely unflappable?" Maybe neither of them were putting on their best performance.

While Wesker listens to the answer given, his own response isn't a verbal one. Instead he turns around and walks over to where he had left the paint, picks it up and proceeds to leave the apartment he is in and head up to the next floor where he kicks in the front door of the same apartment only to wreck his way through broken furniture and blocked doors while decidedly ignoring the self-proclaimed expert nuisance. Wesker is, indeed, very versed at keeping his temper in check despite being deeply annoyed.

Okay, maybe he was a little unflappable. He could have at least thrown the paint at the window and made a mess of himself. Iron Man drooped slightly in the air when the guy just...left, leaving Tony to try to press closer to the glass where both of his hands were braced, trying to sense an angry return that wasn't coming. What did come was that same crashing upstairs, and while Tony very much did not like to chase people, he did have to chase that sound, pushing upward to watch through the next set of windows.

"You never said what we were doing," he had to insist, because the most sense he could make of this was some kind of tantrum. "If this is just about getting some energy out, I've got to say, not to be predictable, I'm not going to make a habit of going back to the same source, but the dating app has still got to be more effective."

Wesker’s head snaps back towards the window as his uninvited spectator follows him much to his disagreement.

A flash of crimson behind Wesker’s shades is all the warning Tony gets before the man seemingly teleports over to Tony’s new window. A window that changes from closed to open in that same instance and for one additional moment Wesker simply looks at the robotic face, one hand still on the now opened window. His next move is similarly fast. The hand that doesn’t remain on the window darts out to grasp the Iron Man’s chest plate and pull the man through the window into the wreckage of the former Agrii apartment where Tony will find himself slammed and pinned against the wall opposite the once window.

“Don’t test me.” Wesker informs the other man plainly, but the deep red glow of his shaded eyes betray the portrayed calm.

Now Tony's prodding was getting somewhere. It just happened much faster than Tony was prepared to process it, only giving him enough time to start to recoil in surprise at the suddenly open window, and even that process was cut off as he was hauled out of the air. His jets gave a panicked flare in response, just to leave scorch marks on the floor and slowly fizzle out as Tony finally thought superspeed and strength. He was gripping the man's wrists tightly, an impulse as soon as he was dragged, and had started to release them anxiously before deciding on redoubling to find out of this guy had the full trifecta. Or maybe he was the robot. Most organic's eyes didn't glow like that.

"And miss the party?" he provoked, slouching back against the wall as much as he could in this grip, like he was just getting comfortable with an inviting tilt of his armored hips toward the guy who could throw him around, ridges of his gloves digging in to skin as he increased the pressure in perfect fractions.

The hold on his wrists is strong and the metal may even draw blood eventually. Which isn't really a concern to Wesker who pushes against the mechanically enhanced hold to raise a hand up and in front of the Iron Man's faceplate to put it flatly against the metal, fingers grpping and digging somewhat into the smooth surface.

"Tell me who you are before I rip this off." Wesker demands sharply with a small, yet pointed adjustment of his hand grasping the faceplate of Tony's helmet.

Really strong, unnervingly strong, strong enough that Tony had the fleeting wish that he could freely break a wrist. Unfortunately, the healthcare in this city was abysmal, and that wasn't a risk Tony could take even with the life of a scary-strong guy holding his face. His very cool posture adjustment had to be quickly accelerated, the slouch that had let him subtly tip his heel up toward the wall suddenly tensing as his jets flared to burst them forward, driving Iron Man's elbows into the man to try to knock him onto his back and pin him before he threatened to rip anything else. "I'm pretty open-minded, but I also prefer to at least get a name before we start taking each other's clothes off," he said, as lightly as he could manage with the panic tight in his chest.

Edited 2023-04-21 17:10 (UTC)

That move is entirely unexpected and Wesker is forced back and to the ground with a grunt of disapproval as his hands lose their hold and their positions end up reversed. He doesn't offer any struggle at this point however, instead regaining his calm and letting the glow behind his shades fades.

"Nice trick." Wesker admits, but even without actively putting up a fight right now, there is no defeat in his voice. "But tricks and a costume are all you have. Apparently you aren't very attentive, Mr. Tin Man." He may be the one on his back right now, seemingly subdued, but that doesn't keep Wesker from establishing dominance regardless. "It's Dr. Albert Wesker. And you're still being a bother."

Dr. Albert Wesker was unsettlingly perceptive for someone who couldn't even see Tony's face, and didn't know his name. Hopefully, he couldn't also tell that he made Tony wince. The mask was supposed to sell the competence and the confidence as he lifted a fluttering hand to argue, "You haven't seen my big, fat..." then gave a light tap to Dr. Albert' Wesker's sharp, serious nose, "Bank account." He let that settle for a beat with a nigh audible smug grin before he was sure it wasn't going to get him jerked around again, and leaned back with that hand out in offer to help the explosive doctor up.

"Funny how that money hasn't fixed the local problem." Wesker remarks dryly while permitting himself to be helped back up. Money has never been a thing to impress him with. Umbrella has always paid for everything as he grew up, allowing him to build his own wealth and reputation. None of which holding any value here.

He dusts his hands off, but the dark glasses remain trained on the armored man. "My previous threat remains active, by the way."

"Uh-huh," Tony accepted blithely, "Thanks for the warning. I definitely won't have a trick for that now." Trying the same thing twice was not encouraging Tony to share his name, address, and myriad of weak points to the face-ripper. Instead, he popped a hip with a daintily balanced hand as he turned a critical assessment on the destruction that Albert had been wreaking, head tilting slightly in a facsimile of a raised eyebrow. "This is helping, though, the problem's going to be fixed by the end of the week at this rate, the rest of us might as well kick back with a cocktail."

At that response Wesker turns away from the nameless person, waving a dismissive hand while approaching the closest door. "Just leave." Tony will have to find someone else to play his ridiculous little game with since Wesker is not going to play along.

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