LOG (underworldwars): I'm begging for mercy

[zerosuitjill]

Who; zerosuitjill and albert__wesker
What; JILL REUNITES WITH HER FAVORITE PERSON EVERRRRR THIS IS SUCH A DREAM COME TRUE, REALLY.
Where; A bar. Where else?
When; Monday, December 12. Evening.
Rating; T. Language, creeping; inevitable male-to-female violence, most likely.
Status; Closed; ongoing

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[albert__wesker]

Truly a shame for Jill, to be having so hard a time.

Wesker did not share the sentiment.

In fact-- he was rather amused, when all was said and done.

Of course simply being here was something of an annoyance, but then, anything outside of his own control was considered as much. Control was power and without it... Well. He would make the best of a deteriorating situation and the start of that would be to find dear Jill Valentine. She was obviously around here somewhere. Wesker knew her better than she would ever admit to-- certainly only a weakness on her part for so many reasons. But he'd spent recent years with her nearby, first in restraints and then in a tube and finally of her own volition.

Ah, but it had all started of her own volition, hadn't it? Back when she was proud to be working under him. Wesker had read her faults then, pushed her through training that was always for his benefit, his data. He knew Jill Valentine the way one might know how a favorite book will end

[zerosuitjill]

Jill's mind was in a dozen places. Here in the Underworld, back home -- in the past, the present, the future; with Chris, with Misaki, with John, but always going back to Wesker, countless faces she couldn't forget and admittedly didn't want to forget because she didn't have the right to forget something like that--

Damn it.The nightmares had gone down in number, her adaptive reflexes had softened, the memories of the people and the claustrophobia and the pain and his touches had stopped haunting every conscious moment -- but Wesker had brought most of that rushing back. Just by talking to her

[albert__wesker]

Oh, how disappointed he was in that. Her glare didn't matter-- Jill's posturing he simply ignored completely-- the real disappointment was for the fact that she controlled herself when it was obvious what she wantedTo hurt him

[zerosuitjill]

If Jill thought it was impossible for her body to go any more rigid than it was, she was quickly proven wrong. Her arms tensed when she heard him drawing closer; her jaw set when he sat down; she lifted her head in a brusque, terse motion when he leaned closer, and at his voice a brief vein of restraint shot through her, terribly obvious in the way she twitched from the shoulders down.

Still, she never looked over -- what's more, she didn't recoil, didn't stand, didn't even make a move for her weapons. She did release her glass, though, in case she made a stupid mistake like clenching her fingers through it.

It took her a long few moments to find her voice -- and even then it was low, flat, and teeming with venom.

"If you're looking for information, forget it. Go read the welcoming guide like everyone else."

[albert__wesker]

My, my, the restraint. Wesker felt a distant thrill of pride, a craftsmith glad when his weapon turned out so exquistly honed. Becuase he did now-- and always would-- consider Jill his work. There were pieces of her that would forever remain his design until death and even (if he could manage it) after. She had been betrayed first by her own need to fight back and then by her very cells.

"Jill, Jill. That's hardly the way to start a friendly conversation, is it? Besides." Wesker smiled further, a sharp stretching of lips, as he sat back. The movement away was pointed and certainly baiting when paired with, "you know I could simply make you tell me, if I so chose."

[zerosuitjill]

Jill twisted sharply on her stool nearly before the last word was out of his mouth, one hand gripping the counter hard enough to make her already pale knuckles turn bone white. It was, again, reflex: insinuation, connection, impulsive reaction. The last of these was defensive as much as it was offensive -- there was the desire to seize the front of his coat and slam his head down into the bar, yes, but that remark had also touched on a sense of self-preservation so deep that she hadn't even consciously meant to react like she said

[albert__wesker]

His elbows had been slid back onto the edge of the bar that Jill was now so painfully man-handling, still casual, still everything that Jill herself was not able to manage. Apparently her control only went so far, skin deep. The other reactions

[zerosuitjill]

Exhaling sharply, Jill turned back to the bar, but lacking any of the ease she'd possessed before Wesker had invited himself over. It was all but impossible; her personal prejudices and distrust aside, her body -- her nerves, her reflexes, her unconscious glances -- was degrading (evolving, Wesker would probably call it) back to the programmed habits she'd tried so hard to abandon. She was constantly aware of the balance of her weight, the exact distance between them, how best to move if Wesker made a grab for her (pointless also on her part); she could no longer hear his heartbeat or estimate his body temperature, as once upon a time -- her senses remained sharp, but not what they'd once been -- but she saw everything in his posture in the corner of her eye, her instincts trying to read, predict

[albert__wesker]

It certainly sounded too obscure to be a lie-- Jill would have come up with something better than that, something in the range of believability. Which meant she thought it was the truth. Wesker reached up and rubbed his cheek, his gesture absent and thoughtless. Hades and Hecate? "So this is the Underworld?" It was nearly rhetorical. More important was that, according to Jill, no one had found a way out yet.

Wesker was torn between being annoyed at the delay in his bigger plans and being interested in the opportunity set in front of him.

Literally.

"How have you managed to keep busy?" Wesker's snort was quiet but no less derisive for the lack of sound. "Without any terrorists to stamp out, Jill, there's no doubt in my mind that you must be positively bored. Certainly a closed environment and the same handful of people day in and day out isn't enough for you."

[zerosuitjill]

That incited a soft snort, although there was absolutely no humor in the sound. "What, you've suddenly taken an interest in my life besides what you can culture inside me?" She shot him another look, but then stared ahead again when she found that the sight of his face made her positively sick.

"...I manage," she added after a moment, her tone still stiff as she took up her drink again. Much of the ice had melted by now. "A society is a society, no matter where it is. There are always things to do. Things to protect people from."

Jill sipped once -- not thirsty, but just trying to reestablish some sense of normalcy.

Well. The Underworld equivalent of normalcy.

"Besides," she went on, ice frosting over her words, "after the last three years, I'm not too worried about being bored. Just being able to breathe on my own is enough to make me happy."

[albert__wesker]

"You were breathing on your own," Wesker said, the words positively dismissive. He may have even been angered at the insinuation and the blame that she so dearly loved to place on anyone other than herself, except that getting angry now would have clearly been a waste of time. Wherever this was, it wasn't home. Which meant he'd been abducted. And anyone who had the power to abduct him had something that Wesker wanted.

To actively alienate the one person who he knew he could use given the right circumstances would be idiotic. Would the right circumstances come along? Better to plan for it.

"Things to protect people from," he repeated. Wesker could only assume that he was included in that list. "Well at least you have a purpose." He was still mocking her. "It wouldn't do to let you get rusty."

[zerosuitjill]

Rage boiled again inside her, but Jill said nothing to that first reply. Arguing with him was like doing so with a brick wall, but more dangerous.

"No," she said, aiming for dismissive in return but only coming off as vaguely less enraged than before. "It wouldn't." Of course, she wasn't about to explain what kind of dangers she'd had to fight against here -- none of the monsters, including Lickers (which still lived out their sorry lives in the Labyrinth), or the events that took place. Wesker would find out about the latter, at least, sooner or later, and she'd do everything in her power to keep him from knowing about the former. Not that she had much control over that.

"I can't imagine you like the thought of a tool getting dull."