>>You turn me inside out
Who; Jill (zerosuitjill) and Wesker (albert__wesker)
What; Jill's event-granted P30 stash finally runs out, leaving entirely-human!her with an entirely-human!Wesker.
Where; Her His Their? place
When; April 28th, evening
Rating; Violence and language and creeping are always a given with these two, so at least T.
Status; Ongoing; closed
Jill stopped before the window and watched, alert, eying the few people she could see down on the street just as she'd done several hundred times before now.
There had been no occurrences since reuniting with Wesker, nothing requiring her skills to defend him, but she remained as alert as she'd been from the beginning, all senses strained for a sign of possible intrusion into the small apartment. The lack of sleep and activity alike over three days was beginning to become noticeable to her sharp senses, however minimal: a few of her joints were slightly stiffer than usual, her reaction time deduced a fraction. Overall, she estimated her ability to be at roughly 75% of its full potential when coupled with her minimal liquid intake. Not a serious loss against most threats; regardless, she would have opted to rest for a couple hours by now if still on her own, but Wesker had given his orders and she was in no position to question. His protection was only in possible jeopardy if her ability fell below 50%, she'd determined, and she would not bother with alerting him to the issue prior to that.
There had been little interaction between the two of them since Wesker's arrival -- some of his questions here and there, but for the most part she'd remained silent and close by as told. Not too close, as she'd known from past behavior and body language that he generally preferred his space unless initiating the intrusion himself, but close enough to get to him in under a second if the need arose, keeping him in her line of sight where permitted.
All the while, she was constantly aware of her ever-reducing time limit -- the days and hours remaining until Jill's body would metabolize the last of the virus supply running through it, killing its control over her and permitting her to regain herself. Even before then, she'd continued to fight, but it was nothing new, or threatening for that matter. Jill Valentine always fought; she'd just ceased to be a serious threat a long time ago, so long as a decent amount of P30 remained in her system.
It was this matter that finally stirred her from her silence again. He hadn't asked for a recital of such details, but she'd been appointed to protecting him -- and that included protecting him from herself. Turning only her head in Wesker's direction from her watch at the window, she spoke up.
"Twenty minutes until the current viral supply is sufficiently depleted."
What; Jill's event-granted P30 stash finally runs out, leaving entirely-human!her with an entirely-human!Wesker.
Where; Her His Their? place
When; April 28th, evening
Rating; Violence and language and creeping are always a given with these two, so at least T.
Status; Ongoing; closed
Jill stopped before the window and watched, alert, eying the few people she could see down on the street just as she'd done several hundred times before now.
There had been no occurrences since reuniting with Wesker, nothing requiring her skills to defend him, but she remained as alert as she'd been from the beginning, all senses strained for a sign of possible intrusion into the small apartment. The lack of sleep and activity alike over three days was beginning to become noticeable to her sharp senses, however minimal: a few of her joints were slightly stiffer than usual, her reaction time deduced a fraction. Overall, she estimated her ability to be at roughly 75% of its full potential when coupled with her minimal liquid intake. Not a serious loss against most threats; regardless, she would have opted to rest for a couple hours by now if still on her own, but Wesker had given his orders and she was in no position to question. His protection was only in possible jeopardy if her ability fell below 50%, she'd determined, and she would not bother with alerting him to the issue prior to that.
There had been little interaction between the two of them since Wesker's arrival -- some of his questions here and there, but for the most part she'd remained silent and close by as told. Not too close, as she'd known from past behavior and body language that he generally preferred his space unless initiating the intrusion himself, but close enough to get to him in under a second if the need arose, keeping him in her line of sight where permitted.
All the while, she was constantly aware of her ever-reducing time limit -- the days and hours remaining until Jill's body would metabolize the last of the virus supply running through it, killing its control over her and permitting her to regain herself. Even before then, she'd continued to fight, but it was nothing new, or threatening for that matter. Jill Valentine always fought; she'd just ceased to be a serious threat a long time ago, so long as a decent amount of P30 remained in her system.
It was this matter that finally stirred her from her silence again. He hadn't asked for a recital of such details, but she'd been appointed to protecting him -- and that included protecting him from herself. Turning only her head in Wesker's direction from her watch at the window, she spoke up.
"Twenty minutes until the current viral supply is sufficiently depleted."