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CARRD. ༝ 𝙈𝙀𝙈𝙀𝙎. ༝ 𝘖𝘗𝘌𝘕𝘚. ༝ HCS.

Wesker was neither annoyed nor offended, instead he was rather thrilled. It was only rare for him to encounter individuals who challenged his ideals and dared to speak against them, all while remaining useful to his cause. Ada was that person. It was entertaining, indeed... or so it was becoming, now that she openly tested him. Her distaste for him and his visions being rather unmistakable.

❝ For someone who prides herself on being difficult to read, that was a rather predictable response. ❞ She was barely of any importance to him without her efficiency. The only reason he kept her around was because he viewed her as a resourceful tool, the same reason he tolerated her nuisance in moments like this as well. ❝ Your input is only of value provided it serves the outcome. Hence, I'd advise against overstating your importance ever again. You are tolerated only for your resourcefulness. ❞

Carrd link has been activated and linked to my pinned post now. Albert Wesker remains my main with a few more muses added alongside. Have a look at your own convenience.

On the side note, I've begun drafting the pending replies as well. Expect them to be delivered shortly. Apologies for the long wait. Once done, I'll be posting more memes and prompts so you guys can interact more through asks. Nonetheless, DMs and Inbox are open as usual for any asks you guys may fancy to send or any plot ideas or anything at all.

Thanks for tuning in. Scott out!

A small update regarding slow replies and lack of memes posting:

I've been working on my carrd and dealing with some personal stuffs as of lately. Hence, the delay in pending replies. But I can guarantee, they'll be delivered soon.

In the meantime, my DMs and Inbox, both are open for asks and plotting. Feel free to slide in with any ideas or questions or just simply for the purpose of chatting.

I'll be adding some new muses soon as well.

Thanks for tuning in. Scott out!

The question was almost laughable in his terms. It was so mediocre, he couldn't help but find it rather hilarious; though he wouldn't express such a thing out loud but he did certainly feel it within. Despite her knowledge in science, she still significantly lacked the understanding of the mutation he had undergone. He was more than "okay" and she failed to grasp the truth of it. He was no longer bound by a fragile, biological cage that merely functioned to hold organs and blood anymore unlike her own. He had evolved.

A slow, cold smirk spread across his features as he adjusted his coat, the faint light of the laboratory reflecting off the pitch-black lenses of his shades to sharpen his menacing looks further. ❝"Okay" would be an understatement. I have evolved, Rebecca. Had you been more observant and analytical, you would have already noticed the difference. ❞

An interesting question, but was he really trying to protect? No, not as she supposedly thinks. Heroes protect but a God... He cures. He eradicates what corrupts greatness. He induces evolution; he seeks obedience. Of course, he didn't expect Jill to grasp an ideology as such when she's siding with the likes of Chris. What a nuisance. Perhaps if he were to begin his eradication with someone, he should do so with Redfield while he begins the evolution with Jill.

❝ And your pestering behaviour is becoming a rather vexing disruption. ❞ Feline-like hues flared bright red beneath the pitch-black lenses of his shades. Head turning ever so slightly to glance at her over his shoulder. Oh, how he wished he could just grab her by the throat and put an end to her nuisance once and for all.

But no... not yet, she was a specimen with potential who could aid him in achieving his one true goal if utilised just right. All she required was the intellect to comprehend his visions, his goals, the gift he intends to confer upon this pathetic world as the God he's to be. If only she and others could grasp the idea of it, they'd not have dared to thwart him. Rather they chose to cling to their human moralities and premature outbursts. Pathetic!

Wrong? Him? No, that's merely a wish people had; he was never wrong. He considers himself to be beyond such sentiments and moralities. Adjusting his shades, Wesker looked over his shoulder to glance at his former teammate from S.T.A.R.S., Jill Valentine. Even though she wasn't as insufferable as Chris, she sure was a specimen to deal with.

❝ You should know better than to ask that, Jill. Precise calculations are what I value. I don't believe in "rights" or "wrongs"; I believe in results where every variable is accounted for. ❞ Wesker paused, his yellow reptilian pupils glowed with a subtle red to indicate his annoyance which was hidden beneath the pitch-black lenses of his shades. ❝ I predict, I believe in trial and error but there's never anything that's wrong. If the world fails to align with my vision, it simply means they lack the intellect and the reality is merely... insufficient. ❞

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❝ Necessary... ❞ Wesker repeated the word, his head tilting to a side ever so slightly, expression blank and unreadable while he evaluated the logic behind the statement. If anything, he always did believe death to be the only currency that can satisfy the true cost of Complete Global Saturation; purging the weakness always costs blood and in his cause it was a small price to pay for the world he has envisioned for the future.

He could've dismissed the statement as a whole if he wanted to but curiosity kept him from doing such. The source of it was Krauser; a soldier and a man who parted with his humanity for the power that the Las Plagas promised him. A power that he believed could remedy him of the weakness and guilt he carried. Hence, Wesker couldn't help but feel intrigued by the statement itself. Was it just a simple agreement from a former soldier or was it from a man who acknowledges the death of morality and weakness for the birth of something greater? Nonetheless, it was a sentiment he found worthy of his time.

Hello folks, it's me, Scott!

For starters, I'd love to thank y'all for all the asks and starters you guys have sent my way. It's amazing and I really appreciate and love you all for the interactions!!

For seconds, to those I still owe a reply, they'll be posted soon. I'm in the process of drafting them despite the long wait and it won't take too long before you've them as well.

That's all there's for this post. That's all the seven minutes I can spare for now. Looking forward to more interactions!!

❝ Neither your concern nor your business. ❞ Her question was met by a cold dismissal, a statement that made it clear he didn't deem her nor her question worthy enough to be answered but he didn't walk away either after dismissing her. His gaze observed her rather like a scientist observing something under a microscope while he circled around her like a predator.

Despite his observation, she wasn't exactly what he was interested in but rather in what was done to her. She wasn't just infected, she was deliberately chosen by Saddler and infected with a special strain. Unlike the Ganados, she was not turned into a mindless host instantly but rather was used as a vessel, a sleeper that can be controlled while having its mind intact. ❝ Though I must admit, you're quite the specimen, an interesting one in fact. You have the potential to become a part of something much greater compared to whatever predicament you think you're fighting to survive for the time being. ❞

Charming company? No, he was just another insignificant irritant variable posing as an obstacle in his path. A hired merc of Umbrella who lacked the the basic idea regarding Umbrella's true goals and objectives, instead the meddlesome fool dared to aid their former enemy instead, Jill Valentine... A former member of the S.T.A.R.S. unit and a living witness of the mansion incident, not to disregard the fact that she dared to destroy the grand plans Wesker was in the process of making. What an insufferable nuisance.

Adjusting his sunglasses, the blonde male finally looked over his shoulder, orange hues now glowing red, a glare that's almost predatory and obvious under the dark tint of his shades. A result of absolute irritation while his expression masked such with a maintained composure.

Two decades. It has been nearly two decades since the day he was defeated at the volcano, two rpg missiles ripping through his face while he was semisubmerged in lava. He would never forget that day, never. But a God doesn't die; he's merely delayed until he returns fueled by vengeance, refined fury and absolute lack of mercy. That was him. After years of healing, after two decades of staying in the shadows... observing, analysing, planning, he finally made his return.

Raccoon City, year 2028. Roughly thirty years since its destruction, and yet it stood as a monument just like his body, except it has adapted more to the Uroboros over the years, it has evolved and perfected itself. And now here he stood in his full glory before someone who seemed to be a mere imitation of him who dared to question his survival. Pathetic in every sense of the word.

Ever the observant, the male thought to himself. The statement wasn't something too moving or flattering but yet somehow was enough to amuse him for the time being. Knowing Ada, this wasn't something unexpected from her side. She has always been the kind that observes and analyses her surroundings and it was something he did admire in her even though he'd never admit it, his ego and his usually cold and dismissive demeanor held him back from doing so.

Nonetheless, a faint smirk tugged at the corners of the male's lips. Back still turned towards the female while fingers tapped away on the keyboard, the screen displaying various forms of data simultaneously ranging from recorded clips to maps, targets and whatnot. ❝ Enjoy it while you can, Ada. This is the best you can afford as someone who's the witness of something far greater in the making. ❞ Dismissive and cold yet something that'd get under someone's skin enough to enrage them. Despite the fact he did deem her to be a formidable company to have, his cold nature still held him back from acknowledging such out loud as it countered the thought of such and only had him view her as just another pawn in the game, another variable in an equation which is far grander than her purpose.