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[Incomplete and Open]

Jan 12, 2008 13:01

Who: Wesker and whoever drops by (OPEN)
When: today
Where: Claire and Leon's doorstep
Rating: PG?
Warnings: None
Summary: Stuck in the body of an eight year old pink haired girl, Albert Wesker is not a happy camper.

( If one more person tried to give him a doll, cookies, ice cream, or anything else sugary or sweet, Albert Wesker was not going to be responsible for the consequences )

event: switching, !incomplete, resident evil: wesker, original: damien

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flawedintent January 12 2008, 22:08:37 UTC

Damien had decided that despite his wings, flying home from work would be a bad idea. He hadn't yet much of an idea how to use them, and was not willing to risk crashing into something or falling from god knows how high.

Despite Max's powers, he wasn't exactly willing to test the extent of her durability.

It was odd as well for his mind to be so quiet. He hadn't experienced this level of silence in over a year now. No Cosmas at all. It was glorious in some ways, unsettling in others. As much as he loathed his other personality, it was still something he had gotten used to.

As he continued walking, he spotted familiar pink hair. And, not knowing yet of the details of all the body switching going around, he automatically assumed that it was the girl in question.

"Yachiru," he greeted to the girl he had only seen a day previous, walking over. "How are things?"

iamwesker January 12 2008, 22:16:57 UTC

The glare that Wesker fixed on Damien was nothing like what Yachiru would have given someone. It was pure malice, the line of his lips set in an unhappy line that just barely showed the glint of teeth.

"I am not Yachiru. I suggest you find someone else to bother," he replied, cold and measured words that were unfortunately delivered in a little girl's high voice.

Wesker's lip curled in utter disdain as his hand rose to shove some of the pink hair back behind his ear. He had tried to wet it down with water to slick back earlier but it had dried in fallen in the mess that Yachiru usually wore it in.

"I have no interest in talking to anyone."

That and he was fighting this body's urge to have a cookie.

flawedintent January 12 2008, 22:22:36 UTC

He raised an eyebrow at the threatening words coming from the small girl. And really, he couldn't stop the chuckle escaping from him at hearing it being said in such a young, high pitched voice.

"Ahhh, so you've swapped with Yachiru, haven't you. Doesn't seem like you're having too much fun."

Taunting was something that he rarely did outside of his closer friends, but really, how could he resist?

"So, then. Who's really in there?"

iamwesker January 12 2008, 22:27:51 UTC

Wesker hated to be teased. He had never gotten the hang of it himself, and while he often insulted his enemies or tried to get a reaction out of them, he would have never called it teasing. Standing and straightening himself to his full 3'7 height, Wesker fixed his glare up at Damien.

"I am Albert Wesker, and much like the other 'lessons' of the gods, I am sure this will not be a long term switch. I advise you very carefully to consider the next words out of your mouth. I have a very long memory and an even further reach when it comes to those who tempt my anger."

That would have been a whole lot more intimidating if he hadn't been in the body of a pink-haired fluffball of cuteness as well as speaking in a voice that made his words end with a little kid's lisping blur. A small finger pointed directly up at Damien, his eyes narrowing.

"Mark me, you will regret it if you choose to continue."

He had never wanted to be back to his six foot tall height more in his life.

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