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revivalproject2023-07-13 07:27 pm
sunglassesincluded) wrote in revivalproject2023-07-13 07:27 pm
[OPEN] An angry B.O.W. enters a bar...
WHO: Albert & whoever dares bothering him
WHERE: The Deep End
WHAT: Contemplations, preparations and- A mess.
WHEN: Post-Calibrations
WARNINGS: Wesker. He is not in a good mood.
It's barely the middle of the day but for some reason or another Wesker can be found at the bar of the Deep End, a drink in front of him and a cigarette between his fingers. He hasn't been smoking a lot since Raccoon City, but this place sure likes to give him headaches and reasons to pick up an old habit again.
The ships are still gone, a good part of his research that had been left unattended for weeks has become useless and thanks to those ridiculous dreams a few people have acquired knowledge Wesker isn't okay with being known. Yes, he killed most of these individuals, but that had only been in his dream. And yes, he has learned a few things himself while ending up in the dreams of others. Now they are all free of those dreams again and Wesker needs to figure out what to do next.
That the ships are gone is bothersome. He used those to rest. To sleep and eat and just be away from everyone else. Now he may have to rely on his office in the hospital more than he likes.
He casts a look around the empty place and his eyes settle on the large windows and the water beyond. Right. All of those samples have become useless as well and he isn't even sure if it will be worth his while reacquiring them. He might have to spent more time gathering mint plants, extract their essence and combine them with other substances to increase their potency. He also has to decide how to deal with Cal Kestis especially. He just may have to kill him. But will doing so help him getting out of here?
"Fuck it!" The man exclaims and slams his fist hard on and through the bar in front of him, sending bits and pieces as well as his own half empty glass flying.
WHERE: The Deep End
WHAT: Contemplations, preparations and- A mess.
WHEN: Post-Calibrations
WARNINGS: Wesker. He is not in a good mood.
It's barely the middle of the day but for some reason or another Wesker can be found at the bar of the Deep End, a drink in front of him and a cigarette between his fingers. He hasn't been smoking a lot since Raccoon City, but this place sure likes to give him headaches and reasons to pick up an old habit again.
The ships are still gone, a good part of his research that had been left unattended for weeks has become useless and thanks to those ridiculous dreams a few people have acquired knowledge Wesker isn't okay with being known. Yes, he killed most of these individuals, but that had only been in his dream. And yes, he has learned a few things himself while ending up in the dreams of others. Now they are all free of those dreams again and Wesker needs to figure out what to do next.
That the ships are gone is bothersome. He used those to rest. To sleep and eat and just be away from everyone else. Now he may have to rely on his office in the hospital more than he likes.
He casts a look around the empty place and his eyes settle on the large windows and the water beyond. Right. All of those samples have become useless as well and he isn't even sure if it will be worth his while reacquiring them. He might have to spent more time gathering mint plants, extract their essence and combine them with other substances to increase their potency. He also has to decide how to deal with Cal Kestis especially. He just may have to kill him. But will doing so help him getting out of here?
"Fuck it!" The man exclaims and slams his fist hard on and through the bar in front of him, sending bits and pieces as well as his own half empty glass flying.
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“Is that why you picked a name an elderly lady would give to her pet dog?” The man inquires and sets about to sort through the pieces to see which ones he can still use for his repairs.
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"I've never tried to get adopted. And yeah, I was desperate to get out of that house, but I'm pretty sure literally no one would blame me. I chose to walk away from douchebags. And... Wait, no, that's an actual good fucking lesson here."
Walk away from douchebags. In fact, he's already finishing the glass. He gets up, moves at a them-appropriate speed to the crate of supplies, moves it into the back room, and then strolls back out casual as you fucking like for the door.
"Later, fuck face."