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Soooo----- I have a lot of studying to do over the next week for my final and then eventually my externship and certification test so if I haven't answered a thread or something that's why.
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Flips his penny, in between long drags of a cigarette; perched on the edge of his desk, feet propped up on the chair.
S.T.A.R.S really needs a bigger office.
Walks by briskly.
"I assume you are seated as such because you have finished your work already. Ready to be submitted."
thatweskerkid replied to your post:"Wesker. I´m pregnant."
Plot twist: It’s Jake’s. Your going to be a grandfather.
He relaxed in the chair nearest him, rubbing the bridge of his nose.
Is this an attempt at a father son moment from the boy?
"I have no advice to bequeath to a son like you.”
"Wesker. I´m pregnant."
"I believe social laws require I congratulate you on your new parasite."

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My dad started playing the ps3 so now my internet is shot. I finished all the longer replies though so we're done with that. If I have liked your reply/post I'll be getting to that draft later when the internet stops dying.
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Forgiveness dripped from her, tampering with the scales of justice and mercy until the balance hung in her favour. Yet such bias was skewered by her perception; a weak and delicate thing that could be shattered by the gentlest of winds. A smile there, a wink there; flirtatious gestures and stoic smile shifted her view on many a personage before her. Fragile view was often constructed upon first meeting, whereupon she sized the other up with frigid eyes that seemed to be crafted of ice and snow. Tall, dark; with imposing eyes and mirrored lenses that reflected the airy confection of lace and satin that reclined so regally against overstuffed silks. With no gaze to analyse, watering eyes drifted to proud shoulders and titanium spine, weighed down with the weight of the world and arrogant pride. Nevertheless, jewel encrusted hand beckoned,diamonds and pearls winking in the light. The Prophet had paid the Blessed Mother well for her silence, it seemed. Shining with jewels like a star in the heavens was this earthly Queen of Heaven, burdened with her wealth as she was with the magnitude of sins that simmered in the air around her. “Ah, you have come to the right place. The New Eden offers a second chance to all those who repent their sins. While we may fester in them, the Prophet offers a chance at redemption to those who would seek it.”
Awkwardly did she hold child to her breast, stiff and as unyielding as stone. Aside from one missing digit, the infant who gurgled and laughed in her arms and hers alone, the child was perfectly and utterly normal. There was no evidence of a seven-day gestation period on the poor mother, nor did the child seem extraordinary. Indeed; were it not for the title and reverent masses, they might have passed for ordinary family, albeit a wealthy one. Stony gaze, far too cruel for a woman who claimed to be the child’s mother landed on the laughing girl, who had taken to pulling at her mother’s pearls like a leash. With exasperated sigh did she follow the infant’s movements, slowly holding the child out from her as though she were formed of scorching fire that blistered and blackened the Lady Comstock’s delicate skin. Lips twitched; the first sign of a true smile appearing across the ice queen’s painted lips. The child may have possessed what looked to be her eyes, but she was not hers. No; in her lap sat a holy bastard. ”…Some would say it fortunate that she took after our Prophet.” With a nod did she wave graceful hand towards a lesser chair; ornate, but not as grand as the Queen of Heaven’s. Free hand adjusted her veils and lace, straightening rings and necklaces methodically. He may have been a God, but she was the Blessed Mother; a testament to the power of the Lord. “Sit, then. Sit, and speak.”
Wesker did not know the lady's personality. That a feather could tip the scale in his favor with her. But he counted on it; no he knew that he could sway such an individual from the start. He was born with many factors that would contribute to his ability to persuade others; lure little mice right into the trap, the spring loaded metal clamping down on their tails so there would be no escape. Physical appearances held with the people of the world and the mere fact that he already had an advantage over all others pleased him.
He would not hide his arrogance as some had seen it. Nor would he hide anything that others would have called a flaw in his perfect design. He was here to ask for forgiveness from a woman he did not know who participated in a religious cult Wesker knew was doomed. He must play the part of a man burdened with grief over demons he cannot dispel.
"Your kindness is wasted on a man such as I."
He said, belittling himself as he took the seat near the queen. And indeed it was wasted; no act of kindness would ever penetrate Wesker's being. He no longer had need for such trivial acts he thought he deserved, was entitled to. If a peasant were to offer to carry him on his back, no thanks would be given and the gesture met with a broken neck and a body fed to B.O.W.s.
Right now, he would like to reach across, take a hold of that petri dish of disease of uselessness called a child and--- He cleared his throat.
"My lady, it pains me to speak of... my shortcomings."
It really did; Wesker scoffed at the idea of himself having shortcomings.
"I believe I have many positive attributes about myself. It is a burden I deal with every day, a burden of arrogance, of hubris. But I have worked tirelessly to control my sin of pride in order to please one such as the Prophet. Alas, my greatest sin... I have worked tirelessly in an effort to accept all human beings as are, but I cannot control my rage when I find myself within the presence of a liar. A liar's arrogance is so much more than my own, yet I only sink lower when I participate in sin against them."
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Sickening. There was a time where Ada worked for Wesker, a time where despite her intentions of betraying the tyrant, she had respected his knowledge and dauntless dedication. Her stomach turns to the sight of crimson hues, he’s hardly even human anymore — but such was to be expected, he loathed his humanity to the core, cared for nothing more than to become a God.
“So… Why bother to even show yourself to me? I’m of no use to someone like you anymore — our days are long in the past.”
Her weight shifts, body taking a firm stance to her current position. She would not argue nor fight the overestimation of his own abilities, there was a time where some of his sanity still lingered within him — but that was no longer the case, he was dangerous, unhinged, and most importantly more than capable of accomplishing his tasks. Ada’d be stupid to push her luck and she’s not near t h a t reckless.
“What do you want from me, Wesker?”
Even those who are against him cannot deny his brilliance. Wesker is a shining beacon of hope to the pitiful state the world is in. Humans cannot function anymore. They fought like the animals they were. Wesker could save them; in a great cleansing that would leave only a god and those worthy.
It was a small list of names that Wesker was willing to take. Ada Wong was not on it.
"On the contrary, a god can always use more acolytes."
Ada would never bow to him, but through intricate games of cat and mouse, Wesker could get what he wanted from her. Ada Wong never really backed down from a challenge, she always found a way around it. Now that Wesker knew this, he could plan a step or two ahead.
{♥} “Well… I don’t really plan on ending up at the bottom of the food chain any time soon…”
She paused, taking a moment to really examine him. Something about him seemed a bit off, but even then, Juliet wasn’t one to turn those away who were trying to interact with her. The offer for payment only made the predicament a bit better.
"Pay me? I guess that would be cool, but what are you wanting me to do, exactly?"
"I am involved in certain scientific studies."
It was true that it is scientific in nature, but Wesker was not interested in trivial tasks such as curing the common cold or ending the zombie plague. His work was more along the lines of permanently curing the world of a disease called humanity.
"Related to your area of expertise, of course. Just fight a few monsters under supervision of researchers."
He looks at his right arm, wondering if that was the subject of his inquiry. If not, what on earth was the stranger talking about?
But, upon his answer, his face changes to a cocky grin: “Come on, infected is quite a harsh word, you know.”
Yes his arm. Wesker is not interested in pretty faces and poor fashion sense. Without that arm Nero would not have been given a second look.
"What word would you prefer to describe that of which is on your arm?"

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"If that is what is necessary, then of course. You know that I only strive to perform at the highest of standards."
"I will take leave then. Do not allow the peons to chatter of rumors."
"Oh really? Well maybe that’s why she likes me more than you." Leon says dryly, "Maybe you should trying getting a sense of humor, maybe people would like you."
"I do not require the affection of a traitor. Though I do not see her around with you. Has she ditched you again?" If dryness is what Leon is looking for, Wesker's voice does not change in intonation.
"I digress. You seem to be doing well for a man who shot the president."
His words sent shivers down her spine.
…I could easily reach across this table and snap your neck…
She chose this place so she would be save, but somehow she had the feeling you are never save when you´re around Wesker. It was a bad idea to meet him. Putting down her cup of tea, she watched as he moved his hands. Ada couldn´t see them anymore now, they disappeared under the table. Another fact that made her feel uncomfortable.
Ada got the confirmation she wanted: That monster was still alive. Time to go. Or maybe she could try to gather some more information?
"It seems we have the same intentions tonight. As you can see I´m fine. Nothing interesting happened in the time where you haven´t been my employer. I´m afraid I don´t have much time to talk. I´m a busy woman."
Nothing interesting happened? Of course that was a lie. Wesker probably heard of the incidents in China. But like Hell she´d tell him what truly happened there. And she was far away from being fine. The longer Ada sat there with Wesker within touching distance, the more she felt sick.
Suddenly she remembered one of her always returning nightmares. Wesker chased her in the middle of the night. Ada couldn´t hide, nor could she run away. He always outran her. And whenever he caught the frightened spy, he grabbed her neck, lifting her up with the words:
Ḭ̡͇̬͍͚ ͇ẃ̮̰̗i̶̲̞̜̖̰̳̗ḻ̭͙́l̠͈͚̭͙͖͟ͅ ͔̬̖̱̝͉̻b̰͉re͕a̻̮̥̲k̵̠̪̞͖̦̟ͅ ͏̫̙͕̥̙y͕̝̼̫̞ó̫̼͔͓̰ͅu̼͖͡
u̺͈̺̜̙̱̞̍̒ͥ̍ͨ͐͌͌͢n̂̋̎̌͏̧͈̬t̶̮̝̣͖̲͕̺ͭ̌̈́̽̇̒ͣ̓͝ȋ̵̷̜͙̼͈ͦ̄ͯl̻̻ͣ͊̕͠͞ ̵̰͖̠̐͌ͮ̊̇̊̐̊̔t͋̓̐̇ͣ̀͡͏̻̝̭̝h̢̠͖̎ͫ͟͢ĕ̶͉ͦͯr̰͍͇̟ͧͬͦͩ͋̋̅͞͝e̢̳͚͉̥̤̱͍̰͆ͪ́̋ͭ̽̔̎̓̀´̵͔̙̯̟̞͈̖̤̄ͭ̕s̶̭̯͙̯̱̍̃̅͛ͣ̀͞ ̙̞͉̖̔̉͑̍͠ṉ̥͈͉̼̖͊̅ͤͦ͆ͧ̿o͕͈̦̼̤̅͋ͅt̸̥̺̰̑̔͜h̴͚́͗̔ͭ̀ͨͥ̊͘͜i͛͊ͬ͛̆҉̭̲n̩͓̅ͩͥ̓ͮ̑͐͜͜g̨̩̬̬͚ͭͭ͑͊́͒͜ ̴̢͇͎͑͆ͬ͜l̸̸̟̫̼͈̹͓̿̌ͅe̼͖̻̯̥̩͓̟̾ͯ̐͗͗ͣͨf̸̛̞͖ͥ͊͢ṫ̖͕̗̭̍̀͂ͪ͠͝ ̘̼͉̱͚͑͌̓̿͊͑ͭt̍̿ͮ̆̍̑̂͏̴̴͕͈̞̯̼o̸̸͎̩͗ͪͦ̒̾͡ ̢̙͚̰͈̳ͩ͒̽̾b̛̬̯͔͓͆̔͊r͙̯͚͐̍̐̚͘e̵̜̳̎̈͐͆̅̈́͂ͯ̀ā̦̳͍͛ͭ͌̂͊̋̑̕k̲̦̓̿̊̔ͮ
His laughter then woke her up every time.
Finally breathing out, how long did she hold her breath anyway?, she took another sip of her tea.
"You have always been a busy woman."
The tea for Wesker arrived, and here he had thought Ada might have been lying about it. It sat on the table though, Wesker was not going to drink it. No matter where he went, as long as he did not prepare it himself he did not take any risks.
Wesker watched her take a sip.
He was a god, but the human race was always eager to try to destroy their gods. Turn away for a moment and they quickly will find a golden calf to kneel before instead of you.
"I'm sure you were quite busy in the time span that I had been otherwise preoccupied. I've heard a few things, Miss. Wong."
He would say nothing else. If she was "busy" then she would take her leave as Ada had always. If not, she might create a convoluted enough approach to answer his question that he could divulge some answers to questions he would not ask. It would not be hard for him to get information from other sources, yet someone of the likes of Chris is not who he would want to get information from. Chris would be more likely to go for the throat, and it would be quite the impolite conversation stater. It's Ada's move.
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No, Lutece had been far from seemingly impressed. Reason for this being that those who typically approached, as did this outlandish character, held a hidden agenda… A most unfavorable one, at that, if one were to make estimations on both his ominous grimace and trivial attire. The fellow did not frighten but he did raise question.
As if the physicist had never before heard such speculations.
“I have very little acquaintances which come to mind. I would appreciate further clarification.” If at all, the very least which might constitute as this overly friendly term had been the renowned Zachary Comstock and Columbia’s vigor supplier, Jeremiah Fink… Although, there had always been the Ashford woman, she supposed. Obscurity had oppressed the relationship they had shared and the redhead wished to acquire but more information concerning this madame.
Often, Wesker's agenda was hidden, but it only seemed as such when he first meets an individual he believed he might be able to coerce. He was used to approaching others who were a bit more lenient in their first meetings, which gave him the upper hand.
This woman, was not one. She was on a higher level than the others.
"My apologizes," a term that is hollow when used by Wesker, "perhaps acquaintance is too strong of a word."
"An admirer? You do have several books." That Wesker is all too ready to pretend to discuss in great length with her.
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There's many types of B.O.W.s each a little more unique than the last. Of course, some look like animals but this is a completely different type of creature. It has no signs of decomposing or infection. Whatever it has, Wesker must find out if it is useful to him.
"What are you?"
Blunt and to the point; courtesy not on the table for discussion.
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