((Continued from here. Permission given by Max-mun to use him in the post.))Edison paced, mentally reviewing his hook. He checked his camera again; it was fine, as it had been twenty seconds ago. He ran over his hook again, decided it sounded like crap, and changed a few things. Then he realized that Max was getting impatient, and an impatient Max ( Read more... )

Another day, another moment to stalk around. It seemed Wesker was doing that a lot lately. He would walk the complex at odd intervals of the day, just to see if he could catch the eye of another inhabitant of the permanent terminal, as he so graciously put it. But tonight, unlike before, he had taken to his old uniform from his mission to Rockfort ( Read more... )

His arrival had been nothing more than a disappointment. While he had been fed some information by Mr. Headroom, he knew it in his bones that behind all the jests, the electronic life-form was hiding something from him - something important. And that would just not do. So, Albert decided to take things into his own hands; if no one was going to ( Read more... )

The whole event had amused him greatly. She had to have known that he would track her down eventually; no individual could have been that naive. Yet, here he was, traveling half-way across the globe just to hunt her down. The odds were that she had already fled, but that did not mean he couldn't poke around in her living environment. And if she ( Read more... )