Test 01 [ Audio ]

[albert__wesker]

[The last thing that Wesker remembers prior to his very Hellenistic ferry ride is lying in a pool of his own blood, diluted by the nutrient-rich solvent from the broken Tyrant tank. The shift between the two periods is, at its very best, unsettling-- but the voice that comes across the audio feed is cool and dry.]

Stars, do you read? Come in.

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[Audio]

[godlessblossom]

[A female child's voice can be heard over the audio feed]

Why are you asking the stars to report to you? Do you control stars?

Re: [Audio]

[albert__wesker]

[There is a small space of seconds before Wesker responds.] I do. And you are?

[Audio]

[godlessblossom]

Eh? Truly? That is amazing! Oh! I am Misaki Asou. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mr. Wesker.

[Audio]

[albert__wesker]

[Give him another few seconds of silence, Misaki. Wesker is contemplating just what the hell is going on. Because you sound like a child and he just got off a boat and while Ozwell Spencer might cater to his inflated sense of ego, he wasn't an idiot.]

Misaki. Where am I?

[Audio]

[zerosuitjill]

[Wesker has always been straightforward. Punctual. Logical, as far as the virus can deduce. So (finally) hearing the crackle of his voice on the feed catches Jill's attention entirely, enough to drop everything she was doing and redirect her focus to answering -- but there's no question as to his choice of words. It's not something she understands -- Jill herself, in the claustrophobic corner of her mind, wonders what he's playing at, but it's not in P30's nature to question.

A responding audio feed clicks on not two seconds after his transmission ends, her voice low and blank, but attentive. Expectant. It's not often it uses its host's name, but given the audio and unnatural circumstances, it doesn't hurt.]

Jill, reporting in.

Re: [Audio]

[albert__wesker]

Jill.

[No, I'll make you pay, Wesker? No, you're going down, Wesker? Interesting. A blonde eyebrow twitches above the line of dark glasses and Wesker touches his (uninjured) stomach before saying more.] Sitrep?

[Audio]

[zerosuitjill]

[There's not even a twitch in her tone -- it's entirely deadpan, almost robotic.] No injuries. Approximately three days, eight hours, and twenty-three minutes until my current virus supply reaches minimum requirements for maintaining control. I have been here for one week, two hours; Redfield and his partner do not appear to be present as far as I can determine.

[She stops there. There's more to say, but he only asked for a simple report.]

[Audio]

[albert__wesker]

[There's a moment taken to filter the information, Valentine's answer, her tone. (And still the fact that she's not trying to shove some high-minded moral crap down his throat. How many names had she called him? She'd looked so honestly wounded by his betrayal he'd almost laughed.)

Three days, eight hours, and twenty-three minutes until her current virus supply reaches minimum requirements for maintaining control.

Virus supply.

Maintaining control.

Interesting.

Oh, and Redfield. Hopefully the answer for his absence is death, though it would be a shame if Rebecca had succumbed to the same. Still-- a sacrifice for science is not a bad way to go.]

Tell me about the virus.

[audio]

[to_rebel]

Those you are trying to contact via that device may not answer.

[audio]

[albert__wesker]

[...]

Why is that-- and who are you?

[audio]

[to_rebel]

Simple enough: you may be far out of range of your associates.

I am Castiel.

[audio]

[albert__wesker]

Castiel. Very biblical. Tell me, Castiel, how could I possibly be out of range of people I was with mere minutes ago?

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[albert__wesker]

[He'll touch you in the head.

Wesker looks at the face on his screen for several long, silent seconds. A good thirty, fourty-five of them to be exact. Then he turns on his own video feed.]

No.

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[albert__wesker]

[Wesker sighs. Obviously this one just talked to hear himself speak. Lovely.

He opens his mouth to spout the offical motto of the RPD's swat team... and stops. Instead Wesker gives the man a smile, too small to show teeth. Let him be confused.]

Mine do.