[video]

[tyranngott]

[The lights are low, allowing one to just barely see the flickering computer screens that are strewn all over the room. The room certainly isn't lacking in advanced technology--or cold, stainless steel tables, for that matter. Something tawny and spotted is writhing upon one of them, snarling and screaming in pain, fear, and outrage. William Birkin is huddled in one corner, looking both apprehensive and very, very eager, scribbling violently at his notebook from time to time though his eyes don't dare leave the scene. A low, thoughtful hum comes from somewhere a little offscreen, and Wesker soon steps into the picture. There's the flash of something sharp in his right hand before the scalpel cuts deep and the animal howls once more.]

[Something black and writhing bursts forth from the torn muscle of the beast, snaking through the air even as the entire body of the animal shudders in the unmistakable throes of death. Wesker hums once more, absently wiping his hands on a nearby towel before he reaches out to snatch a tentacle to hold it still. Sensing the attack, its comrades rally to its aid, striking out, squeezing, trying to slice or poison or do whatever they can to come out on top.]

[One may see the muscles ripple throughout the older man's arm before, with a simple, savage yank, one of the tendrils is torn free. The shriek takes on an even higher, more agonized pitch than before, but Wesker hardly seems to notice. No, he's more concerned with carefully preserving his retrieved specimen, and yes, he is still humming. It seems as though he's enjoying himself, and he'll pause to glance at Birkin as though checking to see if the man has gotten all the data he's required.]

Any fruitful endeavors you've partaken in, as of late? [Absently addressing the community now, because of course he was well aware that the video was on. Don't mind the soft whimpering, or the steady drip of blood and... other fluids. Wesker certainly isn't.]

Comments

[action /kanye shrugs]

[touchofgenius]

[Birkin makes a disgusted noise in the back of his throat and puts his notes down on the counter behind him.]

Are you going to kill it or...?

[action]

[tyranngott]

No. It will heal. [So why waste a perfectly good specimen?]

[action]

[touchofgenius]

Uh... Ya sure? It looks pretty, um... Fucked up, scientifically speaking.

[action]

[tyranngott]

Mm. Scientifically speaking, if it dies, then so be it. I have my sample.

[unknownrival]

My garden is doing well.

[Yeah okay that is scary.]

[tyranngott]

What sort of garden? [Besides the wonderful flower he still has in a vase. Not to worry--you'll be receiving his present in return very soon.]

[unknownrival]

I mostly grow flowers of various kinds, though I do have a smaller herb garden.

[tyranngott]

I see. [He'll be cleaning up almost absently, washing off his bloodied tools.]

[is it cool if I private filter this?]

[ninjamanager]

[oh. well. that's ... hm. Charles comes into view of the screen in the process of sliding his suit jacket on, and tilts his head curiously.]

One or two.

[he'll just take a handkerchief out of his pocket and clean that tiny smatter of blood off his own glasses]

[absolutely!]

[tyranngott]

Worthwhile, then. [His glance may seem absent behind those shades, but he's analyzing this new face with interest.]

[ninjamanager]

Anything that isn't worthwhile doesn't even get within a mile of my to-do list, quite frankly.

[a pause, then] Charles Ofdensen. I'm the manager for a band called Dethklok. Normally they're pretty well-known, but, ah. I'm finding that's not always the case with the ... "Community".

[it's amazing how you can hear the finger quotes without him even making them]

[tyranngott]

A rare quality in men, I find.

Albert Wesker. [He tilts his head just barely, perhaps acknowledging.] Music is hardly my forte, I'll admit.

[now that klavier has a computer]

[glimmerous_fop]

Not so much [unusually lethargic this prosecutor is, yes?] So what are you up to?

[clutches face excitedly]

[tyranngott]

Work. You sound sluggish today.

[\o/]

[glimmerous_fop]

It's been a bad week [he's still in denial so bad is the best he can come up with...

...which means it's time to turn the subject back to Wesker and his work] So what kind of work? Was that creature another strange science project from your world?

[tyranngott]

What a pity. [He'll let it slide, though, turning his gaze on the animal instead. ] Something like that, yes. You've never seen hyenas before?

[makewayforroze]

What... what is that?!

[tyranngott]

An experiment. [Idly washing off some bloodied scalpels and scissors.]

[makewayforroze]

What did you do to that poor animal?!

[docfoul]

For the most part.
And there will be more.

[tyranngott]

I would expect nothing less.

[docfoul]

I see you're rather public with your affairs.
Not that it makes a difference to me, of course.

[Video]

[material_guy]

What the hell're you even doing?

[Video]

[tyranngott]

I'm in a meeting.

[Video]

[material_guy]

At least you can go video during this one...