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Who: Alexia and Wesker
Where: At the bridge over the river.
When: Late afternoon.
Summary: Wesker offered to show Alexia something if she met him in person.
Rating: TBA
Much as her suspicions lingered, Alexia was a creature with just the right combination of smug self-confidence and tenacious curiosity that prompted her to meet the man anyway. Perhaps predictably, she chose to ignore the more obvious fact that not only had she been irritating to Wesker quite recently--she had only been acting as she was entitled, after all--but that one of those times had been moments before he proposed this mystery meeting.
As ever, the woman had no need of any type of overclothing, and was content to seat herself against the railing of the bridge in just the usual violet dress--probably the newer one, as it showed very little wear--with the lab coat over it. And proper as she had been raised, her manners extended only so far as to keep her posture elegant, her hands folded delicately in her lap. It did nothing to keep her from chewing her bottom lip and gazing boredly off at the trees she had come out of.
Luckily the railing wasn't high enough for her to kick her feet.
She had done her best to pause and listen, to make sure Alfred wasn't following her. She had ordered him to stay behind, in fact, but she couldn't quite be sure he had. So it was him her eyes searched for. She expected Wesker would come from the direction of the city, and now and then she glanced back at it. But her concern was much more keenly focused on her brother.
After all, what could Wesker do to her, after she'd already sent him running off, leaving her to deal with Chris Redfield or all people.
Where: At the bridge over the river.
When: Late afternoon.
Summary: Wesker offered to show Alexia something if she met him in person.
Rating: TBA
Much as her suspicions lingered, Alexia was a creature with just the right combination of smug self-confidence and tenacious curiosity that prompted her to meet the man anyway. Perhaps predictably, she chose to ignore the more obvious fact that not only had she been irritating to Wesker quite recently--she had only been acting as she was entitled, after all--but that one of those times had been moments before he proposed this mystery meeting.
As ever, the woman had no need of any type of overclothing, and was content to seat herself against the railing of the bridge in just the usual violet dress--probably the newer one, as it showed very little wear--with the lab coat over it. And proper as she had been raised, her manners extended only so far as to keep her posture elegant, her hands folded delicately in her lap. It did nothing to keep her from chewing her bottom lip and gazing boredly off at the trees she had come out of.
Luckily the railing wasn't high enough for her to kick her feet.
She had done her best to pause and listen, to make sure Alfred wasn't following her. She had ordered him to stay behind, in fact, but she couldn't quite be sure he had. So it was him her eyes searched for. She expected Wesker would come from the direction of the city, and now and then she glanced back at it. But her concern was much more keenly focused on her brother.
After all, what could Wesker do to her, after she'd already sent him running off, leaving her to deal with Chris Redfield or all people.