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[storm] - Fountain Gate Mindflayer & more

WHO: Albert Wesker, whoever is around as well as Team Fountain Gate for the Mindflayer prompt
WHERE: In & Around the Hospital in regular Temba, Fountain area in Upside-Down Temba
WHAT: Storm Stuff! Fountain Gate Mindflayer battle inside
WHEN: October Energy Storm
WARNINGS: Violence, blood, injury, vicious beasties getting kicked and shot, mouth related body horror, sentient vines/tentacles, choking, 'animal' attacks AND MORE

A - Where preparation pays off - In & Around the Hospital || OPEN [ ~ October 11th - 13th ]

He has felt it in his blood first and foremost. The virus he carries rearing up and making every cell in his body burn to the point where his immune system started to act up as well and Wesker found himself forced to rest. When he woke up again, the virus had become quiet. Too quiet, in fact. From there it hasn't taken Wesker long to figure out what is going on and it only kicked him into full action. At least he had prepared for a scenario such as this one.

The hospital is a large complex and only a small part of it is actually being used. It's in the unused parts that Wesker has been storing his arsenal of weapons and grenades he has either built or modified over the past couple of months. His powers may be useful, but they have never been something Wesker relied on. His true power has always been his superior intellect and sharp mind. And those have made sure that he is ready to take on whatever this planet may spring at him even without having his superhuman abilities available.

He can’t help but still feel a little sluggish nonetheless. But sluggishness isn’t something Wesker can allow himself. He has seen the sky, spotted the roaming creatures and noticed the communication systems being offline. All in all, things don’t look great.

When Wesker returns to the restored part of the hospital, he is armed with a gun in hand and two larger guns on his back. All of them models available to those with the Security expertise. With the difference that Wesker has done some work on them. Or plenty of work, much rather. He has a couple grenades tucked away in various pockets in and under his coat, a first aid spray that doesn’t quite live up to his expectations as well as a sorry excuse for a flashlight. Unfortunately he hasn’t been able to acquire a proper knife either, which means his preparations are still lacking despite his efforts so far.

"I hope you are armed." He says in a calm, yet very serious voice as he steps past a room that he hears the unmistakable sounds of a person from.

B - Time to PUNCH a MINDFLAYER!! - Fountain area of Upside-Down Temba || Team Fountain Gate [ ~ October 14th - ?? ]

While Wesker remains assured that he doesn’t rely on his powers, he still is glad to have them back. And not in that unstable, fluctuating way he had to endure the past day, with his already unstable virus acting every way of wrong. It was unreliable, disorienting, at times physically making him ill. Even taking on the smaller creatures has been risky and Wesker has taken his fair share of injuries also on his way to and through the closest gate to the hospital he has been defending. But this? Right now? This is how it’s meant to be. He feels strong, fast, invincible. Wounds are closing properly and the virus is raging, urging him forward for a kill, eyes ablaze.

But what exactly is he meant to kill? There are fewer creatures right through the gate and the little ones are easy to crush but- What is it he is looking up to? This massive strange being seems so much less palpable as the other creatures that are still attacking Temba. This looks like a job for a flamethrower if he were to make a wild guess.

Guessing isn’t going to help now, however. Not with the creature slamming down a tentacle at him, forcing Wesker to dodge, drawing his gun out of pure reflex and firing at the aggressive limb. To Wesker’s own surprise, the shot hits and the tentacle flinches away. This is good information to have. He can hurt the thing and he has its attention.

Wesker switches his handgun for one of the larger weapons he carries, the glow of his eyes dimming behind his glasses as he announces to no one in particular. "Let’s do this then."

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Wesker may be old enough, but he hasn't been raised in a way that meant he had to put up with these kinds of dishes. And he can't say he is sad about having missed out on them. Though none of that has anything to do with the current situation. So Wesker ignores Tommy's pointless question and focuses on his shot instead. With Cal diminishing the majority of the smaller monsters and Tommy aggravating the large creature taking aim isn't difficult for Wesker. He still keeps mental notes on the effect of Tommy's power on the different parts of the monster. And Cal's weapon, of course. A lot of things to keep track of and memorize.

He fires his shot and the capsule hits the creature in the back of what Wesker considers its body where it explodes in a burst of colorfule flames and smoke, drawing a shriek of surprise and pain from the monster as it breaks into a fit of flailing and swinging its remaining limbs at anything close enough. Wesker is quick to bakc away, finding himself closer to the Jedi again. He isn't worried about Cal accidentally hitting him with his weapon - the young man obviously knows how to wield it. Which doesn't necessarily mean that Wesker trusts Cal. Or Tommy. He just expects them to prioritize survival in the current situation.

So long as Wesker doesn't give him any reason to, Cal has no plans to attack him. His trust is on a similar level in that they've got clear priorities here.

The sound from the Mindflayer has the Jedi look over. "How many of those you have?" he asks Wesker. "I think I can help. -hey Tommy, want to trade off here?"

"No one ever wants to explain things to the curious minds of the young," Tommy says with a sigh when Wesker just pointedly ignores the question. Clearly the man has taken no banter classes.

Really, why does Agra-10 have so many people who haven't taken 'banter while fighting evil forces' classes? Wait, no, Wesker was evil, right? Maybe? Did he take Monologing 101? Or was it that the cop business meant he'd taken 'Unreasonable use of force'? Well, either way there's Caliente calling and Tommy's just there at his side, sighing.

"You know I can, but are you sure about this, Caliente?"

Not about facing the monster. Cal's a master class on that, Tommy knows it. It's the 'are you sure you want to work with Wesker' thing. Tommy at least has the ability to outrun the old man (probably, maybe, listen he totally does).

Sorry, Tommy, but this man studied genetics and viruses, not how to behave irrationally during combat. And idle chat counts as behaving irrationally in his books.

"Three." He answers the question while reloading the weapon still in his hands. Cal and Tommy switching positions is perfectly fine with him, especially since Tommy has proven to be less useful against the large creature while his powers are quite useful against the smaller ones. And Wesker doesn't doubt that Cal's sword can cause some serious damage.

Wesker dodges another tentacle strike from the monster that now is facing their little gathered group, which is easier for it now that they have regrouped.

"What do you need?" Wesker asks and switches to a smaller gun, firing a few rounds at the Mind Flayer to buy them a few more seconds before its next attack simply by being mildly irritating to it.

"Sure as I ever am," Cal quips back with an easy grin as he pats Tommy's shoulder. That serves as his tag out, the Jedi turning just in time to see that incoming swipe as Wesker dodges it. He throws himself into a leap to avoid it, trusting Tommy's quick enough to do the same.

"I'll distract it, you shoot at its face, or close enough as you can, and I'll see we get the most out of what fire they put out. -hey ugly! Over here!"

The Jedi takes off in a run to get around the Mindflayer's other side, flinging his lightsaber at it, sending it flying like a laser-lit discus.

Wesker dodges, Cal jumps, and Tommy? He dances aside with a sigh. This was just frustrating.

"Just be effective at this, guys. I promised Hargrove this thing was dead."

Then he rushes off to go find the other small creatures. He either bowls through them at speed, enough to just pulverize them, or throwing his hands out to explode others.

"I want this thing mush!"

Hargrove, huh? Well, that makes sense based on everything Wesker has learned about the teenager and from his friends. But it also brings back an earlier conversation. And a question that the boy had refused to answer in a way that would have left them all much better prepared for this very situation.

But that's a matter for later. For now they need to focus on their current enemy.

With Tommy taking over the smaller creatures that are more receptive for his power and Cal... Throwing his weapon at the large monster? Well. That certainly is a technique.

Wesker makes a low noise of acknowledgement and shoulders the grenade launcher once more before darting forward himself. At least all of them are agile enough to avoid the thing's attacks, so Wesker focuses on getting a good aim at the monster's head while the mindflayer swings its appendages at Cal's lightsaber disc, shrieking when one of its tentacles gets hit and wounded by a clean cut that might have severed the limb entirely had it hit differently.

But the ire of the monstrosity is on Cal and Wesker takes the chance to dash in from the side and fire his second grenade right at it's head as suggested. The projectile explodes as had the first one and the mindflayer shrieks again, flailing its limbs and stumbling backwards. At this point it's hardly a question if they can defeat this thing.

However, it appears that the massive flock of assorted democreatures appearing out of seemingly nowhere disagree with their mindflayer being defeated.

The spinning lightsaber comes around and back into Cal's awaiting hand as though it were magnetized, the Jedi flipping to intercept it before shutting it off as he tucks and rolls on his landing. Even as he rises, he's turning back towards the Mindflayer as Wesker's shot flies.

Free hand raised, Cal flexes his fingers slightly as he tries to direct the flames so that they're contained around the creature's head to do its maximum damage before it expends itself. This does leave the Jedi briefly vulnerable given where his focus is, so hopefully Tommy's got those demobeasts covered.

The good news is that Tommy is, absolutely, capable of keeping up with the onslaught of demobeasts. These things don't even have guns, so it's not like there are bullets he needs to dodge or anything. And unlike the Sons of the Serpent or other human villain groups (and like Doombots, his favorite things to fuck up), he can just knock these things over with no concern.

So he's a blur, a shimmer of green and silver around the edges, working hard to either explode things, or hurl rocks at supersonic speeds, and once he's found a nice huge piece of rebar, just go all fake swordplay on them.

Though as the numbers increase...

"I've got this so far guys, but, uh... The chickens are coming home to roost or something. So if you've got a good plan that isn't 'Tommy wanna try running through this thing's legs at mach whatever' please let me knwo."

With the grenade's blast being concentrated on the monster's head primarily resulting in the creature summoning further backup is a sign that their strategy is effective at least. But the girl had said so. The creatures are all connected and the big one very much serves as a hub for their collective mind. They can do this if they can manage not to be overrun.

Wesker quickly loads his penultimate grenade, but instead of firing at the mindflayer again, he spins around to fire it into the growing number Tommy has to deal with, engulfing a decent portion of them in flames.

One shot left. That one needs to hit just as hard as the one Cal focused on the mindflayer or this will be needlessly harder for them all. Wesker loads the capsule into his weapon, but as he is about to lock the chamber, the entire mechanism gets blocked halfway through. "Shit." The man mutters before attempting to b ruteforce the weapon into a fire ready state would only end up with him breaking the entire device. It's still a prototype after all.

"It's jammed." Wesker informs the others as he leaves the weapon on the ground to dodge another flailing limb. A maneuver that leaves him closer to Tommy again whom he casts a quick glance to assess the situation. "Don't slow down now, Tommy. And Kestis, try severing its head with your blade!"

Cal cleaves through one of the weirdly tangible tentacles as he races around the thing. He knocks away a bat almost in afterthought, flicking a hand in its direction to send it crashing into a flurry of others.

"It's just like I'm in training back at the temple again," he says with a faint smirk at Wesker's shout. Hardly anyone around here calls him by his last name. But he doesn't object to the suggestion, though he has to tuck into a skid under another sweeping limb.

"If you guys can keep this thing's attention-" the Jedi says as he shuts his lightsabers off, which might seem counterproductive but they're an easy thing for the Mindflayer to track. With that, he tries to get around behind the thing, which is tricky to figure out in itself. Oh well, here goes nothing..!

Cal throws himself into a huge and impossible leap, boosted by the Force, angled at the thing's head and silently hoping it doesn't turn around to swallow him because he's already not sensing the greatest things from this creature. Lightsabers ignite again in that satisfying snap-hiss, thrumming in the darkness as he pulls both apart, arming himself with two blades. He crosses them he comes down at the beast and then wrenches them both back to try cleaving the thing's head between them.

Okay, listen, Tommy wasn't expecting that grenade. And with him focusing primarily upon the attacks of the other things, he's moving too fast to keep up with what the other two people are doing. Through one Demogorgon, grabbing a leg off of it and slamming it through some other ones.

Which means he almost runs into the grenade exploding, because he hadn't even managed to pay attention to what the other two were doing. He needed to focus in other ways. He yelps as fire starts to bloom slowly in front of him.

"Wow man, I have this," he tells Wesker as he slips back into their frame of speed before moving at a blur again to the next swell of creatures. Hands up, aimed at a building as he vibrates it. It collapses in a roll over the creatures, smashing them. Much better.

Wesker has no time for Tommy's complaints, having already moved back to offer Cal the assistance he requires to take that thing down for good. Because someone has to. And Wesker isn't too keen to move up there himself when the younger man has some rather effective tools at hand. Though he wouldn't mind giving the creature's brain a closer look - Given these creatures even have brains to begin with. He will have to take a closer look once the mindflayer has been dealt with.

But for now it's his turn to be the distraction and that's something he is good at. Once agin he switches out his weapon, but this time a smaller handgun-type model of the weapons provided to them by the Agrii. He dashes under the large monster and fires shot after shot into its legs and underside and head. These may not be as effective as the grenades or Cal's sword, but he only needs to be irritating and evade the mindflayer's angrily flailing limbs.

Explosions sound below and a building crumbles, burying demobeasts beneath its heavy rubble. Shots ring out and draw the largest threat's ire, and that's when Cal strikes.

Amber and blue blades cross and arc, severing a clean, molten line in the hazyness that cuts the Mindflayer's cries short as its head falls from the rest of it. But the rest of it isn't long in following, although the body's make-up is strange and not easy to separate from once it begins to list.

Cal lurches into a jump just before the thing lands, his own landing only slightly better, a tumble into a three-point skid that was very nearly his face but no one needs to know that.

"Hero landing!" Tommy shouts in approval from where he's handling whatever is left coming at him. "Love those."

OF course he's got knees that can handle them from most heights. And maybe he should be paying attention to what he's doing, but he's hoping Cal's work has finished it for them.

"Does this thing's head even matter?"

Wesker would be lying if he claimed not to be intrigued by Cal's weapons and technique. Fortunately he is pretty versed if it comes to lying and so he simply observes the younger man separating the monster's head from its torso before evrything comes tumbling down to the ground.

He lowers his weapon, but remains ready to resume firing if needed. He has seen creatures come back to life even after being decapitated, though the way this thing crumples in on itself seems promising. But of course there are still the remaining demobeasts around, maybe struggling a little for a moment but that doesn't mean they have ceased being a danger.

"Don't let your guard down, Tommy!" Wesker reminds the mutant.

The Jedi barks a laugh despite Wesker's shout, but he gets to his feet and is quick to finish off whatever creatures still remain. They seem disoriented, those nearest to the three throwing themselves at them with reckless abandon.

"Once the big guy's down, that should mean the gate should close, right?" he asks as he blocks the jaws of a leaping demodog before slashing right through the rest of it. Yuck. "-and if so, we probably shouldn't stick around."

"Fuck you too man," Tommy calls cheerfully back to Wesker. Of course he was paying attention. Probably. He could do this.

"That's the hope," he calls to Cal as he moves to explode another Demogorgon coming at him.

"I'm gonna check the other gates. Make sure no one needs out."

With Cal taking care of the clean up of the remaining creatures and Tommy deciding that he's finished, Wesker permits himself to take a look at the large creature that just got defeated. Though as he approaches its severed head it quickly becomes clear that its entire form is rapidly falling apart.

While Wesker frowns at that, he makes use of his weapon to shoot any of the stragglers that decide to try their luck on him and keeps an eye on the downed bodies, who react quite similar to the mindflayer's remains.

There is little point for him to stay here.

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