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[(Accidental)Transmission 03] [UN: A_Wesker013] [Filtered to Sleepers over 18 ]
[CW: Dysphoria, sexual repulsion/dysphoria, misanthropy]
[The view appears to belong to Cypher as the Omen perches on a nearby ledge, as his Sleeper stands of the roof of Arklay House, leaning on a push broom, clearly in the middle of clearing snow off the roof, with his back to the Omen as he speaks to a pale figure in armor standing before the house.]
,,,she haunts me here. Seeing the face of the son we created has awakened the memories of her. Now the part of me that remains human.... aches for her. [He says this as if he can barely admit to this.]
I haven't exactly been a monk since her, however.... it was always with a professional whose appearance reminded me of hers. It quelled the longing, but it did nothing to fill the void.
[A harsh sigh, almost a growl.]
I am infected by her. If I could sacrifice half the years I have ahead of me as an immortal.... [He stops himself from completing this thought.] Can one possess both invulnerability of person and the vulnerability of intimacy?
I suppose mimicking some semblance of normalcy, coupled with the memories which keep returning, has turned my thoughts toward wanting a companion, a spouse, even, some semblance of a nuclear family, just as the desire for one led me to the chain of events which lead me, in time ...to her.
If not her, then one like her. One who does not fear me or who does not let the fear of me paralyze her. One who possesses a quietly fierce soul. One who can unlock the door to my heart, just by a touch, but who does not always require the heat of passion. There are too many people who seem to think a man isn't a man unless he's always on the verge of arousal. Progenitor wasn't an aphrodisiac, and simply because it's inactive, doesn't mean I've suddenly morphed into the sex god some people think I must be with looks such as mine. And while it isn't a 'deal-breaker', as the kids put it, it would delight me if she was small with red hair.
[He emits a sound like a dry sob as he turns away.]
Sometimes I suspect you Pthumerians are more personable than some persons. I'd use the term 'human', but that ignores the experiences of those persons for whom the label does not fit. Which makes me wonder where I stand. Humans must be as bacteria to you, while someone like me, a near god among humans, must be as an insect.
The more I've sought to quench that pain, the harder it cuts. Had I someone as gentle but firm to pull the blade from my heart.... [A pause, quiet breathing, less pained than before, as if he's managed to clear his head.]
[A pause and some slow easy breaths.]
It helps. Having someone listening, who will not judge what I have said, who won't tell me merely to couple with the first person who'll have me. The hole in my heart, or where my heart was, needs filling before I fill anything else.
[He falls silent, at which point, Doorway ...just isn't there. Once he is alone, he slowly turns toward the Omen]
...Did you transmit that, you little weasel?
[The view backs up a bit, then Cypher's voice speaks. 'Oy! Boss, I am a weasel. Statin' them obvious, aren't ye?']
[The view appears to belong to Cypher as the Omen perches on a nearby ledge, as his Sleeper stands of the roof of Arklay House, leaning on a push broom, clearly in the middle of clearing snow off the roof, with his back to the Omen as he speaks to a pale figure in armor standing before the house.]
,,,she haunts me here. Seeing the face of the son we created has awakened the memories of her. Now the part of me that remains human.... aches for her. [He says this as if he can barely admit to this.]
I haven't exactly been a monk since her, however.... it was always with a professional whose appearance reminded me of hers. It quelled the longing, but it did nothing to fill the void.
[A harsh sigh, almost a growl.]
I am infected by her. If I could sacrifice half the years I have ahead of me as an immortal.... [He stops himself from completing this thought.] Can one possess both invulnerability of person and the vulnerability of intimacy?
I suppose mimicking some semblance of normalcy, coupled with the memories which keep returning, has turned my thoughts toward wanting a companion, a spouse, even, some semblance of a nuclear family, just as the desire for one led me to the chain of events which lead me, in time ...to her.
If not her, then one like her. One who does not fear me or who does not let the fear of me paralyze her. One who possesses a quietly fierce soul. One who can unlock the door to my heart, just by a touch, but who does not always require the heat of passion. There are too many people who seem to think a man isn't a man unless he's always on the verge of arousal. Progenitor wasn't an aphrodisiac, and simply because it's inactive, doesn't mean I've suddenly morphed into the sex god some people think I must be with looks such as mine. And while it isn't a 'deal-breaker', as the kids put it, it would delight me if she was small with red hair.
[He emits a sound like a dry sob as he turns away.]
Sometimes I suspect you Pthumerians are more personable than some persons. I'd use the term 'human', but that ignores the experiences of those persons for whom the label does not fit. Which makes me wonder where I stand. Humans must be as bacteria to you, while someone like me, a near god among humans, must be as an insect.
The more I've sought to quench that pain, the harder it cuts. Had I someone as gentle but firm to pull the blade from my heart.... [A pause, quiet breathing, less pained than before, as if he's managed to clear his head.]
[A pause and some slow easy breaths.]
It helps. Having someone listening, who will not judge what I have said, who won't tell me merely to couple with the first person who'll have me. The hole in my heart, or where my heart was, needs filling before I fill anything else.
[He falls silent, at which point, Doorway ...just isn't there. Once he is alone, he slowly turns toward the Omen]
...Did you transmit that, you little weasel?
[The view backs up a bit, then Cypher's voice speaks. 'Oy! Boss, I am a weasel. Statin' them obvious, aren't ye?']
video; un: LSKennedy
[Video][UN: A_Wesker013]
[He's returned inside, where he's replenishing the fire on a hearth in what looks like a study.]
It's so much more than I wished to disclose to the public. I hope you aren't plagued with a chatty Omen with a mind of their own?
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[Sorry your omen's like this, bro. The most terrible thing about this is, Leon honestly can sympathize with Wesker about this, on account of Ada, but hell if he's baring his soul to Wesker of all goddamn people.
But he does say this:] I met him, you know. Jake Muller.
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A self-appointed alarm clock then? I could live with that, over a well-meaning meddler.
[A pause. He'll look right into the camera before removing his glasses. This bit of information warrants baring the strange windows on his soul, if he still possesses one.]
I was granted a vision of him this winter. I know he's grown to manhood and I suspect has had a hard life. [A small pause, weighting the next question.] But I have to ask: how is he faring?
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[Leon doesn't flinch from the eyes, recognizing that this is Wesker making a point of baring himself. It's a trust Leon knows he's likely only extending because of Jake's name being dropped into the conversation, and because of that, he tells him the truth of it:]
Far as I know, he's doing fine, still working as a mercenary. He and Sherry got on well enough when they met last year, from what I could tell—he's protective of her. [A moment's pause.] He's a good kid. Tough, but I figure he's had to be, from the life he's led.
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I had a sense that he gone into some rough line of work. He gets his fighting spirit from me, no doubt. His goodness But it couldn't please me more that he's crossed paths with Sherry. She was, effectively, my goddaughter.
I have to ask: does he display any indication of any bioenhancement?
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They seemed like good friends, when I saw them. But you have to know, I see Sherry way more often than I see Jake. [The two of them work at the same agency, after all, and meanwhile Jake does—whatever Jake does these days. Leon's never asked.]
From the few times I've seen him in action? Seems pretty strong and fast, but I'm not certain. He could just hit the gym often. [But Leon doesn't think so, although he doesn't say that out loud. When has merely hitting the gym, in their world, accounted for someone with near-superhuman speed and strength? He does offer this up:] He's got antibodies for one of the more recent viruses developed, called the C-Virus. They're effective enough that from what I know, he's immune to it.
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[Look, he may have had a poor upbringing as part of Spencer's pet science project, but that's taught him what good parenting looks like.]
It could be nature, it could be upbringing. There's a predisposition towards vigor, however we're still far more than the sum total of our genetics. [There's a lilt, though, as if he's pleased at the total of his and Jake's mother's genetics.]
The C-virus... that must have come after my departure and, in one pathway, my demise. But he showed a natural immunity? That could come from either of us. Either he inherited her antibodies, or something in either of us made his cells harder for the pathogen to attach to. I'd only just started scratching the surface of my own physiology and what could be passed into my genetic heritage.
[A pause, almost a hesitancy, as if he's weighing whether or not he should broach the next question.]
Dare I ask... have you heard any word of Jake's mother?
tw mentions of parental death
[He's had time to think about this, he knows that Annette and William Birkin weren't the only ones solely responsible for Raccoon City's fate. But they share a good chunk of the responsibility, and certainly they didn't exactly help. Leon's still just a little bit bitter, maybe, over how that all turned out.]
I'd say maybe the latter. Takes two to make a kid, after all, it could be that he got the best of the both of you. [There's a moment, before Leon lets out a sigh, like he did not want to be the one breaking this bad news to Wesker, of all people.]
No. And considering his line of work, and the fact that he apparently entered the field young, from what I've heard... [He shakes his head.] At the very least she's not in the picture.
[A pause.]
I'd say I'm sorry for your loss, but I think we both know that wouldn't really do you any good. [But he is sympathetic. He knows what loss feels like, how it sits in your gut, a heavy leaden weight that's sunk to the bottom of your stomach. No matter what you do, you can't entirely drown it.] But like I said, last I checked, Jake himself's doing just fine.
Re: tw mentions of parental death
From what I'd seen, in a vision around the wintry holidays, it appears he favors his mother, whom, I might add, was a stronger woman that she seemed. She gave one the impression of being a quiet, though industrious sort, but she had a backbone and an edge to her tongue. She was a flexible person, but not a pliable one. I suspect that's why she left such an impression on me. [He says this with an undertone that she was the first woman to stand up to his narcissistic bullshit and call him out without doing so in a confrontational way, catching him off guard.]
[He listens to Leon's intel, his face impassive, but something pained might tick through his features. He glances away, dropping his gaze, and a flicker of bioluminesence shows in his eyes. The possibility troubles the part of him which remains human, in spite of Progenitor and whatever else is in his system, in spite of the crazy mutations. The placein the world occupied by she whom he loved has been emptied. He draws in a slow breath and lifts his head, the reddish orange glow fading.]
It is what it is, and it isn't as though either of us can go back and prevent it now. She was a shooting star passing through my sky. Now she's a burning memory.
[He manages a small smirk of paternal approval as he continues.]
If he's anything like her, if he's inherited the best of the both of us, he's certainly capable of holding his own. Dare I say... if there's any close connection between him and Sherry, I approve of it entirely. [The smirk turns almost mischievous.] Perhaps they'll give me some bio-enhanced grandchildren. [He does not look old enough to have grandkids.]
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He nods.]
Yeah. Women like her? They tend to do that. [No points for guessing who his thoughts first jumped to.
There's a beat. Then, with the tone of someone who has been trying exceedingly hard not to even think about this:] If you're trying to fish for information about Sherry and Jake, I hate to break it to you, but I don't know just how close they are these days. And even if I did know, that's still not something I can tell you—and I mean can't, not won't. That kind of thing seems like something you'd have to ask them yourself, if they ever come here.
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A part of me has hoped they might find their way here. But considering the things that can and do come out of the woodwork here, I'd almost prefer they avoided the reach of the Pthumerian Sea.