Project W Subject 013 ("Albert Wesker") (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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deernet2022-06-30 06:50 pm
subject_013) wrote in deernet2022-06-30 06:50 pm
[Transmission 07] [July 2nd]
[CW: Judgement, blood, character death, traumatized Omen]
[The link sparks with red and white static as the view pulls away from a particularly heavy-looking wood door studded with nails, though as the view continues pulling back, it shows a gothic-looking structure that blends in with the rest of the buildings nearby. Only a muffled chorus of screams and yowls reveals what place this is. Just in the peripheral, one can glimpse someone's ear and a bit of a blond, short-trimmed sideburn as well as a bit of open white shirt collar.]
You're in a mood, boss. [Cypher speaks up first, and the viewer may realize they're seeing through the Omen's eyes as they sit on "the boss's" shoulder, looking backward.] That last case get to you?
Cases don't 'get to me'. You should know this by now.
[The view shifts and Cypher turns to look full on at the side Wesker's head as the Sleeper strides on through the streets.]
Maybe goin' to the seaside would 'elp. Ye told me you never went much and yer likin' it, since yer lived near moun'ains so much.
May this walk be a moment of quiet contemplation this night?
Awl right.
[They emerge into a small square with a number of Lumenwood flower beds. He passes by them. running one gloved hand over the flowers with an oddly tender touch.]
[The view seems to flex, for lack of a better way to phrase it. Then a huge figure in armor stands there, its form filling the view. Wesker takes several slow steps backward, the view angling up as Cypher seems to crane their neck to get a better view.]
Oh bollocks..
Oh God damn me... [There might be the tiniest note of panic in Wesker's voice]
.
Oh Gawd, Boss.... [The sorrow and fear in Cypher's voice are palpable,]
((OOC: One can approach this as either a transmission they've witnessed or they can come upon this scene
[The link sparks with red and white static as the view pulls away from a particularly heavy-looking wood door studded with nails, though as the view continues pulling back, it shows a gothic-looking structure that blends in with the rest of the buildings nearby. Only a muffled chorus of screams and yowls reveals what place this is. Just in the peripheral, one can glimpse someone's ear and a bit of a blond, short-trimmed sideburn as well as a bit of open white shirt collar.]
You're in a mood, boss. [Cypher speaks up first, and the viewer may realize they're seeing through the Omen's eyes as they sit on "the boss's" shoulder, looking backward.] That last case get to you?
Cases don't 'get to me'. You should know this by now.
[The view shifts and Cypher turns to look full on at the side Wesker's head as the Sleeper strides on through the streets.]
Maybe goin' to the seaside would 'elp. Ye told me you never went much and yer likin' it, since yer lived near moun'ains so much.
May this walk be a moment of quiet contemplation this night?
Awl right.
[They emerge into a small square with a number of Lumenwood flower beds. He passes by them. running one gloved hand over the flowers with an oddly tender touch.]
[The view seems to flex, for lack of a better way to phrase it. Then a huge figure in armor stands there, its form filling the view. Wesker takes several slow steps backward, the view angling up as Cypher seems to crane their neck to get a better view.]
Oh bollocks..
Oh God damn me... [There might be the tiniest note of panic in Wesker's voice]
.
Indeed.
[The view turns back, giving a low angle on someone sprawled awkwardly on their back, minus their head, greenish blood spraying from their severed neck[The view shifts, jostles, confused movement among the flower beds and pattering footsteps on cobblestones. A metal on leather rustle and something flashes in the darkness. A loud gasp suddenly cut off by a wet, meaty splat, and the sound of something bouncing wetly.]
Oh Gawd, Boss.... [The sorrow and fear in Cypher's voice are palpable,]
((OOC: One can approach this as either a transmission they've witnessed or they can come upon this scene
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Seems I'm tryin' to look at this in a better light, and in so doin', I'm missing things. I'm sorry, love, I'm too much of an optimist for my own good at times.
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Hm. They say she's sweet on that Pthumerian wot showed up in February. Wonder if ye put a word in with 'er, if that'd get through to Miss Reckoning. Sometimes a person's likely to listen to a loved one defendin' another person wot ain't the most square with 'em.
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Consider it done! Name me a time an' I'll meet ye there.
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((OOC: I wasn't sure how you wanted to do this since I don't know if they'd actually be able to commune to the Pthumerians through the Pale Sanctuary.))
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[Tips up their right paw as they say this.]
((OOC: Could always tap the mods about it. Shall I do the honors?))
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((OOC: That works for me!))