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Who: Maizuru and Wesker [Still open for others to join.]
When: Right now.
Where: City Streets, Edge of the City, Junkyard, Other places not of note.
Rating: TBD
Warnings: Wesker gets his own special warning.
Summary: Detective goes skimming the streets for information. This may get messy as there's a lot of crack people's memories and emotions ( Read more... )
When: Right now.
Where: City Streets, Edge of the City, Junkyard, Other places not of note.
Rating: TBD
Warnings: Wesker gets his own special warning.
Summary: Detective goes skimming the streets for information. This may get messy as there's a lot of crack people's memories and emotions ( Read more... )
A clear bottle of water was taken from the pocket of his longcoat, the man taking a sip from it before recapping it and sliding it away. Despite Shu's carefully laid plan, Wesker had somehow managed to get past their precautions. The question was how.
Who knew if Wesker saw Maizuru or not. Wesker merely stood there for the time being, looking up the street in the opposite direction.
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Instantly tense, always profoundly afraid of people, he wondered just how he'd come to miss seeing anyone in the area. He didn't know that Wesker had just come from out of nowhere to appear up the street before him.
And he really didn't know that he was there until he took a few more steps towards the sounds he'd heard and towards the man, that he finally did catch sight of him. When he did, he stopped cautiously, a man of short stature, blond, always-messy hair and an air of incompetence surrounding him standing there observing the other.
Who?... Who was this? Maizuru had not seen this guy before. Not on the journals nor on his previous wanderings when he'd been checking terminals for directions to key places. If only, he knew Wesker wasn't one to mess with. He wouldn't have called out so recklessly then. "Hey! Excuse me, sir. Are you perhaps lost or?..."
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If Maizuru had listened to the one or two voice posts that Wesker had made, he might have recognized that voice. Cool and calm with an edge of jeering the world, that was Albert Wesker. His red eyes flared again, shining in the gloom like a pair of lamps as he looked the detective up and down.
"No, I cannot say that I am. I know exactly where I am. The question is more do you know where you are. This isn't exactly the best of places for someone like you to be at this hour."
His eyes dimmed, a very faint light coming from them as he began slowly approaching the other man. Wesker was dressed as neatly as any man would have been on the way to a business meeting. The only difference happened to be the guns that hung in holsters at his hips and the one nestled against his ribs.
"Can I help you?" he asked politely.
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Maizuru was a very good detective, but he was still only human and prone to mistakes. Even one terrible mistake as to have missed key posts of the very villians he was supposed to help search for and investigate. That is why it would have been better if Maizuru had gotten a helpful, fastidious partner like he should have. One who could point out these things to him. As it was, without one he was in the highest degree of trouble and unaware of it.
"That's good. I-" He stopped short, those eyes of Wesker's freezing him up for a moment in cold fear, a shiver zinging up his spine as his instincts screamed at him to run, run now and never look back. But, he'd never seen someone with quite those colored eyes before and couldn't help himself from staring, rooted to the spot regardless, even as he himself was assessed ( ... )
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"Well, I, uh...I'm invest-" Maizuru managed to utter before he was suitably cut off from fully answering. Maybe it was his good luck that he wouldn't be able to answer. Then again, having to face another monster when he had no weapon on his being whatsoever was pretty damn unlucky.
It showed in his expression too. After that quick glance to find the arrhythmic growling noise to his right, deep dread on his face as he knew what that usually meant. He looked horrified and sick upon seeing the thing he thought was a dog.
It wasn't like any dog he ever saw before however and in Maizuru’s deep terror the detective proceeded to back far, far away from it. Right up until he was pressed against the wall he'd had his fingers lightly touching earlier ( ... )
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The dog considered the two, moving slowly towards Maizuru. Its head was lowered, milky eyes tracking his movements. It might be dead, but it wasn't blind. Its jaws snapped together on empty air, sounding like a bear trap going off.
Right up until its head exploded with the force of a bullet slamming into it. The dog stood there for a second longer, one eye still intact enough to stare at Maizuru. There was no sanity in that gaze, nothing that signified anything approaching intelligence. All that dwelled there was stupid hunger.
Lowering his gun, Wesker began to walk towards Maizuru again, his pace a slow stalk. The red of his eyes lit once more, two sparks that never wavered from the detective.
"I don't run. Tell me, Shin-Ra or one of the Strategist's people? I do hope the latter."
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“I-imagine w-w-what?” The detective asked in a panicky tone, highly confused with the out of nowhere comment. It was enough to temporarily sidetrack his thoughts of an early gruesome demise as he gave a quick side-glance over to his odd…companion. It was then his eyes widened in astonishment as he noted right away that the guy seemed fairly amused with…something. But perhaps that wasn’t the right word as there wasn’t one thing amusing about this whole situation…
That’s when it clicked. The guy, in reality, was fascinated with what he’d almost blurted out regarding his “business” tonight.
It made perfect sense, as he himself wasn’t of much ( ... )
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