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albert wesker

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[One can hear the slight creak of someone's weight shifting in a chair, and there's the sound of a pen scribbling quickly. Wesker will speak up without too much delay, however, musing aloud as though just voicing his own thoughts.]

My, but never fails to interest me how violent people are at their very core. Particularly when their own actions result in... less desirable situations. [Unseen, he smiles thinly to himself before he continues to jot down notes from today's earlier experiment. It doesn't seem as though he has anything more to add.]

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He thinks I pose a very real threat to people he cares about.

Ironically, his meddling put me in contact with said people in the first place. His idea of taking responsibility for his actions involves eliminating me. I don't intend to die.

I'm saying his friends ain't idiots. He is, sure. But they wouldn't attack you if you didn't do nothin'. For a lotta reasons, shit, for his sake as much as anything.

I'm an easy going guy, you can tell me.

No? They trust him, particularly considering that as a monk, he is generally a peaceful, easy-going individual. If he insists that I am as much of a threat as he believes I am, they will have no reason to not believe him.

[His lips quirk.] He signed me up for that ridiculous blind dating spectacle. I was paired with a woman who he considers a friend. I may or may not have told him he had needlessly endangered her life just to satisfy a petty grudge.

[Smack. The sound of a palm meeting his face. Turning away from the mic, he can hazily be heard ordering a stronger drink to someone in the background.

A breath, and back to business:]

No one who actually knows him thinks of him as an easy going guy. He's a good friend, but he's a shitty, shitty monk.

Extremely. No matter. I will find a way to handle whoever he throws in my direction.

Who's he sending?

That, I don't know. I would assume his significant other. Perhaps more.

Lance, then... he can be kind of an idiot, too. So, how Scienced Up are you, anyway?

I'm afraid you'll have to make yourself a little more clear.

I am... adequately equipped to defend myself.

Most of 'em you can talk sense to. The kid's gonna be the one regretting this. Anyone who gave a shit about him'd let him take his own punches and regret his own mistakes, but that guy's idea of loyalty's fucked up.

You sure you know what you're dealing with? I can still probably smooth it out with the right hostage. That kid is my monk, after all.

Hm. [Actually considering that, yes. Less destruction to his laboratory--and his own body, if an actual shift is required.]

Perhaps that could be vital. I would hate to show my hand this early on... but are you so certain that wouldn't turn his sights on you, as well?

Not certain of a god damned thing.

Then stay out of sight. I'll have use for you, yet.

I don't think you get it. That stupid, un-monk like side of him that forces itself out no matter how hard he tries, even if it makes him cry... I like that.

I see. Continuing to antagonize this side is in your best interest, then.

It'll be a waste if that kid himself doesn't take a lump or two out of this.

I certainly won't pretend that I wouldn't enjoy that.

Let's say I get you the opportunity to lump him up a little. Think you can resist the urge to put him out of his misery or do anything too permanent? We both wanna see him handle his own mess like a man, after all.

I do believe that could be arranged.

I decided. I like you.

You just hold up your end of the bargain, and it will be mutual.

I let him know if he manned up and did it himself, he'd live through it 'n wouldn't be disfigured long-term. If he decides he still wants to send a crew after you, then the kid wants you to have a reason to hurt his friends. If that's what he wants, there ain't I lot I can do about that, but... Well, that can be fun, too.

Hmm. I must say, I almost find this option more fun. It's been a long, long time since I've had to consider taking my gloves off for a fight.

If the monk ain't as open to the no-kill-save-everyone option as you are, even with your guys' mutual scientist buddy caught in the middle, the kid calling himself a monk'll be a joke so funny it'll be worth a little blood.

Ah, but Greed, he needs to teach me a lesson. Even if that lesson entails beating me to death.

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