[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
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He suppressed a frown at the butterflies. He would have liked a little time to prepare - not to tidy, though, the office was already spotless, except for a half-full cup of coffee. Not much that could be done about it now. Wesker stood up, aiming for politeness. ...Though he would not be bowing. Instead he offered a gloved hand to Tyki, straightening his black jacket. He almost looked as if he belonged to the mafia.
"The pleasure is all mine, Tyki," Wesker said, smiling slightly and wondering how long he would have to keep this John persona going.
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Tyki was also wearing gloves, though his were white kid gloves, and he didn't look at all like a mafioso. More of a victorian gentleman, which was precisely what he was.
"Well, you keep a nice tidy office," Tyki said, releasing Wesker's hand and glancing around curiously once again. "What is it that you do?"
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"I dislike mess," said Wesker, following Tyki's gaze. The office wasn't exactly small and was filled with up-tp-date technology.
Ah. He should have anticipated such a question. "Research, after a fashion, into viruses. It's partly what led me to that community in fact." His eyes fell on his cup of coffee. "Can I offer you a drink? Tea, coffee?" It was a strange feeling to know that 1) someone from a different world was in his office and 2) this someone was not human. Wesker almost felt like they should be kindred spirits.
Or not.
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He perched slightly on the edge of Wesker's desk. "It seems I meet a lot of people who dislike mess," he said with amusement. "I'm told that I am rather like a hurricane in that regard. A force of chaos." His gold, inhuman eyes danced teasingly. "I shall try to restrain myself as much as possible, as I'm a guest."
Research into viruses sounded promising, though Tyki doubted that Wesker would get far in curing the viruses on the community. "Have you spoken with any of the doctors on the community? I believe there's a nurse, Angie, who claims to be quite experienced with unusual viruses."
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"I appreciate your consideration," he said, smiling. "I'm surrounded by enough disorder as it is without my office looking like a dump as well." The golden eyes intrigued him. Strange colours were not uncommon, red being the obvious example. His own were a case in point.
Others were interested in viruses? Then again it was inevitable, considering the sheer number of members. "Perhaps I'll try asking then. I must confess that viruses were not my primary reason for joining. Come in!" There'd been a knock at the door. The secretary entered, shooting a very confused look at Tyki, and put a tray down on the desk. She scurried out again, taking the dirty cup. Wesker poured himself a drink, assuming Tyki would help himself.
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"Well, I wasn't planning on destroying your office, either. It's just a general thing, that I leave disorder and confusion in my wake." He sounded almost teasing.
"So what was your reason for joining, if not to do with your research?" he asked with curiosity. He made no move to the coffee as of yet, assuming from his own norms of etiquette that Wesker would offer it to him or pour him a cup.
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"It did take me a while to put together. And I can see how you might leave confusion," he added with a smirk.
Apparently their ideas of etiquette didn't quite match. "Do help yourself," he said and went on, "I discovered that an old associate of mine happened to be a member. It seemed strange that he should be there and inquiring minds want to know, so naturally I followed." Speaking of which, he wondered how long it'd be before all was suddenly revealed. Quite an exciting thought.
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He had no obvious sense of personal space, and was rather close to Wesker as he did this.
"It does seem that most people there are special in some way, though by no means all," he went on. "It's strangely common for the people I've met to be powerful, though of course to varying degrees, and in various ways."
He smiled and straightened up again, lifting his cup to his lips and smirking at Wesker. "I'm still curious about the ways in which you are special, John."
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"Almost as if the community attracts them," he commented. He'd already spoken to a 'zombie'. And here he was, speaking to someone who'd walked through his wall.
He glanced at Tyki and behind his sunglasses, the red eyes flashed. "By all rights, I should be dead but I set it all up. My death allowed me to obtain powers beyond the imagination of any mere human." He gave a wolfish smile. "Though apparently not beyond the imagination of someone such as yourself."
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"I have a very active imagination," he purred, making the words sound lewd, though his eyes danced with amusement.
He resumed his previous position, leaning on Wesker's desk and sipping his coffee. "Can you elaborate? You've seen a bit of what I can do, though," his eyes glittered. "It's only the smallest fraction."
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Elaborate? Well, he could do that. He set down his cup and removed his shades, revealing his unnatural eyes - red, tinged with gold, reminiscent of a cat's.
"They tend to shock most people," he said, as if he was about to laugh. "The only physical sign of any mutation. But, there's also the increased strength, speed, recovery rate... it makes up for a little thing like red eyes." And to be quite honest, he did enjoy the effect they had on other people.
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He cocked his head. "So you risked death for increased strength, speed and healing?" he asked. His tone implied slight disappointment, like he was thinking 'is that all?'
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"Not just death, I suppose. Horrible mutation, that sort of thing." He smiled. "Not quite as impressive as your world-hopping, but it's certainly a start, being the most successful experiment to date." After all those other Tyrants and so on, mindless creatures... "I assure you, it's far more impressive to the people of my world, if not to you."
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He smiled. "But fair's fair. I should show you what I can do, as well."
He winked, then held his hand out. "You've seen me world hop, but that's not really one of my abilities. My true ability is that I am...disconnected from reality."
And he took a step back, right into Wesker's desk, as if it were no more insubstantial than air. He lowered his hand and swiped it through a closed desk drawer, then stepped forward again, out of the desk.
He dropped the pen he'd taken from the drawer into Wesker's coffee cup.
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"Akuma?" Wesker echoed curiously. He sort of recognised the word and had a vague notion of its meaning. Certainly wasn't English at any rate.
For a moment he thought Tyki wanted to shake hands again for some odd reason, until he went through the desk and took out a pen. Wesker watched incredulously.
He couldn't resist a wry comment though. "I was still drinking that." He took the pen out, relieved that it at least wasn't his favourite pen and tapped it against the palm of his hand, satisfying himself it was definitely solid.
"That truly is impressive." And from Wesker that was a real compliment. "Have you always had such abilities?" he was thinking of that post at the community, where Tyki had mentioned regaining his powers somehow...
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"Akuma are machines, powered by human souls," Tyki explained. "Very powerful weapons that carry a deadly virus within them that can reduce a human to dust in seconds."
He smirked at Wesker's incredulous expression, as well as his wry comment, pleased that he'd successfully impressed him. Tyki had a tendency towards exhibitionism, that was for sure.
He swiped his tongue across his lower lip, perching himself on the desk and leaning back a little. "No. I have always had the potential. It comes from my ancestry. But I only awakened to my powers some three years ago. Before that I was just a normal human."
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