[RL with Wesker]
Tyki honestly had no clue what to expect, but he didn't much care, either. He felt he had a good enough hold on his abilities for now, and he could always leave if John Whitaker turned out to be too much for him to handle.
...so to speak.
So no sooner had John requested a demonstration, but a large black, rectangular void opened up near one wall of the room where he was sitting, a few feet from the computer desk, and Tyki stepped through it.
A couple of black butterflies accompanied Tyki as he walked out of the doorway. Tyki himself was dressed like he'd stepped right from the 19th century into Wesker's office. His skin was dark, his eyes golden, and though his curly bangs falling over a forehead unmarked by any scars at the moment.
He looked around curiously at his new surroundings, then bowed to John, smirking. "Pleased to meet you in person," he purred in a voice that seemed to embody sin.
...so to speak.
So no sooner had John requested a demonstration, but a large black, rectangular void opened up near one wall of the room where he was sitting, a few feet from the computer desk, and Tyki stepped through it.
A couple of black butterflies accompanied Tyki as he walked out of the doorway. Tyki himself was dressed like he'd stepped right from the 19th century into Wesker's office. His skin was dark, his eyes golden, and though his curly bangs falling over a forehead unmarked by any scars at the moment.
He looked around curiously at his new surroundings, then bowed to John, smirking. "Pleased to meet you in person," he purred in a voice that seemed to embody sin.