Ayyy pass the horrifying life altering disease bro

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He’d been outside for quite a while now - not making his way through the village itself but around it, walking through the forest, snow crunching beneath his feet. Heisenberg had seeked the fresh air, searching for scrap and other useful things surrounding his factory, coming back home with a heavy bag thrown over one shoulder, his hammer over the other.

It felt good to just... get outside, every now and then. Away from the horrors of his home, searching through memories made of metal, stone and dirt, finding useful goodies for his own collection.

However, when he got closer toward the gate leading inside his factory... someone was already standing there, staring at the engineer, one hand holding said gate open like he was waiting for Heisenberg to just step inside.

A bead of sweat tickled Karl’s temple as he stepped closer, head tilting in what could either be interest or pure annoyance - he’d never seen that guy, had no idea who he was, what his intentions were. And the biggest part of the iron Lord was irritated by that man thinking he could just... do that. Being here, holding the gate open like an old pal waiting for a good friend to return.

So Heisenberg stopped a few feet away from the intruder, dropping the bag filled with metal goods to the ground, fingers curling around the handle of his metal hammer with more force, holding it tight as grey hues looked the other over, hidden behind dark, round glasses.

"Aw is God's most special boy sensitive about his salacious interests? Don't worry, pet, I'm sure you'll get your rocks off in apotheosis."

She scoffed. A pinworm had more of an impressive repertoire as a surviving organism than Las Plagas as a parasite. Poor unfortunate things couldn't even live in outer space comfortably.

"Yeah right. Your system worked as intended. "Saving the world", right? From itself? A real utopian type plan! You're an idiot for that. Just call it what it is and was: killing everyone's dreams and profiting off it. At least be honest about that. At least you're good with a sewing needle, little bug."

He passed her the piece he was working on, and she experimentally took it between her fingers, running the length of the sleeve with a hand.

The skin on the back of her hand shimmered, iridescent for a moment before disappearing, the invisibility spilling over her fingers like water. The sleeve in response began to shimmer as well.

Caspian laughs softly as he peers away from the slide he's looking at towards the towering man. It was rare that Krauser came to the labs, but he had been responsible for constructing the defences and what training many of the Ganado here had gotten. It was never meant to hold.

Simply last long enough.

"It was playing a dangerous game to follow the rumours into the region to begin with." He counters with a bemused smile. "But faith is always rewarded, so one as long remains open to it."

Of course, the Dominant strains were not subservient to one another. It allowed privacy from any but Lord Saddler himself, though, and that was something Krauser used to his fullest extent. He was a guarded individual.

Basically he's one of the only successful Uroboros test subjects that was frozen in a lab in Africa until someone stumbled on him and broke him out Post-RE5.