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[maizuru]

Who: Maizuru and Wesker [Still open for others to join.]
When: Right now.
Where: City Streets, Edge of the City, Junkyard, Other places not of note.
Rating: TBD
Warnings: Wesker gets his own special warning.
Summary: Detective goes skimming the streets for information. This may get messy as there's a lot of crack people's memories and emotions

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[iamwesker]

There was a flash of red off to Maizuru's side, two pinpoints of crimson that shone in the darkness before going out. The sharp click of dress shoes on broken pavement was heard next, the man himself stepping out into the poor light. His sunglasses were off for the moment, folded carefully and slid away into his jacket pocket. His blonde hair was as neatly combed back as always. For a man that the entire city was hunting, Albert Wesker looked rather well put together.

A clear bottle of water was taken from the pocket of his longcoat, the man taking a sip from it before recapping it and sliding it away. Despite Shu's carefully laid plan, Wesker had somehow managed to get past their precautions. The question was how.

Who knew if Wesker saw Maizuru or not. Wesker merely stood there for the time being, looking up the street in the opposite direction.

[maizuru]

It wasn't the lights he'd caught through his senses but the click of shoes on pavement that had Maizuru diverting his sights about the street he'd found himself in.

Instantly tense, always profoundly afraid of people, he wondered just how he'd come to miss seeing anyone in the area. He didn't know that Wesker had just come from out of nowhere to appear up the street before him.

And he really didn't know that he was there until he took a few more steps towards the sounds he'd heard and towards the man, that he finally did catch sight of him. When he did, he stopped cautiously, a man of short stature, blond, always-messy hair and an air of incompetence surrounding him standing there observing the other.

Who?... Who was this? Maizuru had not seen this guy before. Not on the journals nor on his previous wanderings when he'd been checking terminals for directions to key places. If only, he knew Wesker wasn't one to mess with. He wouldn't have called out so recklessly then. "Hey! Excuse me, sir. Are you perhaps lost or?..."

[iamwesker]

"Me?"

If Maizuru had listened to the one or two voice posts that Wesker had made, he might have recognized that voice. Cool and calm with an edge of jeering the world, that was Albert Wesker. His red eyes flared again, shining in the gloom like a pair of lamps as he looked the detective up and down.

"No, I cannot say that I am. I know exactly where I am. The question is more do you know where you are. This isn't exactly the best of places for someone like you to be at this hour."

His eyes dimmed, a very faint light coming from them as he began slowly approaching the other man. Wesker was dressed as neatly as any man would have been on the way to a business meeting. The only difference happened to be the guns that hung in holsters at his hips and the one nestled against his ribs.

"Can I help you?" he asked politely.

[maizuru]

"Yes, you sir."

Maizuru was a very good detective, but he was still only human and prone to mistakes. Even one terrible mistake as to have missed key posts of the very villians he was supposed to help search for and investigate. That is why it would have been better if Maizuru had gotten a helpful, fastidious partner like he should have. One who could point out these things to him. As it was, without one he was in the highest degree of trouble and unaware of it.

"That's good. I-" He stopped short, those eyes of Wesker's freezing him up for a moment in cold fear, a shiver zinging up his spine as his instincts screamed at him to run, run now and never look back. But, he'd never seen someone with quite those colored eyes before and couldn't help himself from staring, rooted to the spot regardless, even as he himself was assessed

[nyarlathotepavi]

From the junkyard two golden irises watched the pair from a shadow. He did not know either but he did know evil when he felt it.

"Interesting" In said to know one as he watched the two.

One was wholly unnatural the other gifted. This he thought would be amusing to watch. He sat down on a pile of junk hidden only if they did not bother to look for him.

[nyarlathotepavi]

At the arrival of the hound Nyarlathotep smiled. This was indeed going to be something amusing to watch.