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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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He scoffs. "I don't owe you an answer, Billy. Neither do I have any reason to listen to anything you say. If I decided to tear this entire place apart, would you stop me? Hardly."
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"I make demands, I guess that counters out you making a lot of assumptions when you were visiting in my head." Despite that bored look he keeps on Wesker, his eyes glimmer. Waiting for something, though it's not clear what. An apology? A fight? Ultimate words of wisdom that were probably quoted from a fortune cookie?
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"The difference between your demands and my assumptions is that I got what I wanted out of it." Wesker points out. Naturally he has no intention of meeting those demands, but he sure got plenty of information about Billy while in that dream. It's what those dreams were designed for after all.
"I will make another assumption for you: You still don't know what to do about that creature that controlled you should it show up here. Is that correct?"
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The urge to throw a punch or at least grab and throw Wesker against the wall claws at his skin, itching to show he's not some pussy like the man thinks he is. "I already fucking told you I don't and it won't show up here." Those kids in the mall destroyed it.
(Right?)
"The little shits that brought us here won't be able to bring it here. They can only play games with our heads." Oh, spoken like someone that hasn't been here long enough to know the games that could be played here.
"Now are you done being a dick here or do I have to wait to pour myself a fucking drink?"
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He then gestures towards the door. "And you may leave. The place is closed for renovations. You're not old enough to drink anyway." The single brow raised slightly over the rim of his glasses is an unspoken suggestion to not argue this.
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He doesn't have anything in this city that's worse off than Hawkins. His supply of cigarettes is limited, and he wasn't about to let go of a supply of alcohol so easily. However, when his rage fuels him to grab for Wesker, the man moves too quick and Billy slams into what's left of the bar. He turns over quick, sneering.
"That stupid law is just a suggestion, not all of the states follow that stupid thing anyways. Don't fucking try to take drinking away from me, you won't be able to." Because of course he was going to argue of. Of course he was. "Closed for renovations, the taps still work. Now fuck off and let me drink so I can leave you the hell alone."
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He does find it curious to learn that Billy is apparently paying attention to politics and apparently upcoming laws. He doesn't seem the type.
"Which law?" Wesker inquires calmly from the spot he has dodged to while avoiding Billy's attempt to grab him.
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"Some law that went into effect last year, '84. It's 1985 where I'm from but the compliance thing or whatever they called it for the states had a deadline of next year to raise the state drinking age. It's supposed to be 21 but no one really stuck to it if you weren't buying it or weren't a fucking cop." Billy's moving around the bar while he talks, looking over the taps and such so he can figure out how to get a drink. It shouldn't be too difficult, right? If he can do kegstands, he can do this.