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[Incomplete] Sheik, Wesker

Jan 27, 2009 17:04

Who: Sheik, Wesker
Where: Not far from the Task Force HQ
When: Tonight
Summary: The 'sketchy' - thanks chat - Sheikah is on to Wesker's game.
Rating: TBA

( On the gathering storm comes a tall handsome man / With a dusty black coat and a red right hand )

resident evil: albert wesker, ocarina of time: sheik

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iamwesker January 27 2009, 18:05:46 UTC

Wesker wasn't following the music. In truth, his subconscious heard it more than his thinking mind did. His thoughts were more on finding ways to delve into what the Task Force knew about the murders without being too suspicious. Pity that Lannister was Sheriff and not Ada. None of this would have been necessary then ( ... )

theeyeoftruth January 27 2009, 21:13:46 UTC

He was not foolish enough to believe that being up here gave him some kind of defence system - that would have been incredibly stupid of him when he was aware the one he was speaking to was probably capable of clearing the roof of the building in one jump. He could see the man, the monster, clearly in the dark. Both of them, like he always did ( ... )

iamwesker January 27 2009, 21:50:11 UTC

Wesker's eyes were drawn to the movement of Sheik's fingers across the strings. Beneath the shield of his sunglasses, his gaze took on an emptiness that Ada would have been familiar with the time she put him into his trancelike state. He blinked then, putting it aside when Sheik stopped, putting it away. As Schuldig had discovered nearly a year ago, Wesker was susceptible to mind manipulation. The intelligent often were, especially when such simply didn't exist on their world.

Reason told him to stay back from Sheik. Their last encounter hadn't ended well, Wesker half-blind and unable to focus on the enemy that he needed to fight. If there was one thing he hated, it was that loss of control. While Sheik and his little band of heroes hadn't defeated him per se, they had put a large dent in his belief that nothing could or would stand in his way ( ... )

theeyeoftruth January 27 2009, 22:28:15 UTC

Perhaps against his better judgement, Sheik lowered his gaze from Wesker to the wolf-cub. For a moment they watched each other, the blue eye unblinking. That was interesting. Wasn't the other eye golden? And the blue was similar... Very similar to that which occasionally flickered up behind Wesker's sunglasses. And all of the direwolves seemed bound to their masters. Some form of symbolism, perhaps? He pitied the little creature if it was going to be as torn as Wesker was ( ... )

iamwesker January 27 2009, 22:45:35 UTC

Janus, unlike the other direwolves, never seemed to want anyone's attention or pats. The puppy never whined to be noticed or picked up, didn't paw at someone's leg or eat things he wasn't supposed to. It would watch people quietly, most often forgotten as it padded along at Wesker's side or was carried in his longcoat pocket. It was like Sephiwolf in that way, going unseen when others were willing to take centre stage.

There was no physical reaction as Sheik spoke, but something in the air changed, a needle of annoyance. Red flickered and gutted out behind the smoked glass of his sunglasses again.

Janus yawned again and watched Sheik, the golden eye on the other side more visible. The pup must have pushed some of it back while scratching.

"I imagine they will be. I wouldn't expect anything else of them. It's hard for people's mind to accept things, even if it is right before them."

A razorblade smile came to his lips.

theeyeoftruth January 27 2009, 23:02:47 UTC

And there it was. He didn't need any Eye of Truth when he saw that smile, serpentine, deadly sharp and dripping venom. And the golden eye on the wolf? Suddenly it clicked within, settled into place. It's indicative. The blue and the gold. The good and the evil, as it were. Sheik wasn't fond of such linear boundaries. And he knew Wesker would never stick to such things, either.

But that wasn't the real concern right now, was it? He chuckled, almost mirthlessly, letting the music hush without stopping. "As you say. My people once had a saying, a concept of two words with no direct translation. But the idea of it was 'The truth can be darker than the lie, the trained dog worse than the wolf.'"

He tilted his head back to look directly up at him.

"So, was it as simple as a false key?"

iamwesker January 27 2009, 23:19:48 UTC

"People will think and believe what fits easily with that they perceive to be 'reality'. It's their nature to think the best of people. Take your queen for instance. The ugly truth can be staring her in the face with bared fangs dripping poison, and if she thinks there's a chance of turning it into a pet, she'll risk her hand to offer it."

That thin and cold smile never wavered with Sheik's words. With the music stopped, he felt more there"One could say that your people have a lot of useless sayings," he said, that faint air of annoyance there and receding. Aat his side, Janus pawed at his head as if seeking the elusive itch. When the direwolf puppy looked back up, the golden eye was nearly lost again under the fringe of fur ( ... )

theeyeoftruth January 28 2009, 00:05:24 UTC

If any of Wesker's words had drawn any form of rise out of the Sheikah, it didn't show. He merely laughed again, more of a breath than a real vocalisation, and looked down at the strings his fingers were languidly ghosting over. "Perhaps," he said, as if he was sharing a secret, and raised his head again, eyes gleaming in the dark. "You're quite the tale-weaver, when it suits you ( ... )

iamwesker January 28 2009, 00:27:06 UTC

"Perhaps," Wesker echoed, unwilling or uninterested in taking that point any further. The music didn't seem to be affected Wesker, the man's taste running more towards the classical sort. There was, of course, always the chance that it was working on him at the subconscious level and unnoticed by the monster himself ( ... )

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