//sixteen// [three's company; unstoppable force, meet immovable object]

[visestvita]

[As yet, Wesker has no idea that all is not as it should be on his lovely tropical island. He's currently chilling in one of the smaller labs (because you know they have more than one), going through data on Nemesis foreshadowiiiing.]

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[theman_inred]

[Meeeeeeeeanwhile- Dante's just found himself in the middle of a blank and extremely boring small lab, back to Wesker, not that he knows or cares at the moment, really. Mumbling to himself, as he's trying not to attract too much attention just yet.]

...the fuck is this?

[He moves backwards, mumbling to himself again, because hell if he knows where he is right about now. Aaaaaand in the process? He knocks over a table with several containers that have several virals of some weird contaminant or whatever. And they all break once they hit the ground. GLASS IS NOW EVERYWHERE ON THE FLOOR, AWESOME. HAVE FUN WITH THE JACKASS WRECKING YOUR SHIT, WESKER. 83]

[visestvita]

[Wesker freezes as soon as he hears someone speak - he definitely does not recognise that voice, it's not gravelly enough to be Krauser's and nothing like Birkin's (not whiny enough). He exits out of the file he was looking at and gets set to interrogate whoever the hell this is when the vials go smash.]

What in the -

[Just as well they weren't vials of anything like, OH, T-VIRUS, MAYBE, YOU PRAT DANTE. Wesker's livid now, glaring at this intruder. He's barely phased by the bigass sword, even if he suspects that might be a slight complication.] Explain yourself immediately.

[theman_inred]

[And Dante whirls. That voice is all too familiar, it's one he enjoys pissing the hell off. Oh wonderful, he can already tell shit's hit the fan, and this is not going to end well.

...Perfect. He was needing practice anyway.]

Tch, well look who it is.

[And he's grinning like a jackass, obviously hiding the fact that he's annoyed as hell that he's with this psychopath, not to mention that he has no clue how he got here. The vials he could care less about. But now that he knows he's here, in a lab with Wesker- the gears are turning rather quickly in his head, though he keeps himself to appear aloof and non-caring.]

Heh, actually, I was wondering if you could tell me, Alby. Because I sure as hell never planned to come after your sorry ass.

[visestvita]

[Wesker might never have seen this joker before but it's not exactly difficult to work out who it is. He's got a face like thunder in complete contrast to Dante's grin. Pfft, laugh it up.]

As if I would allow you in here out of choice. [That in his voice? PURE CONTEMPT. You're invading his personal space, Dante.] I can only assume that it's the damned community playing its tricks once more.

[His eyes flash a little behind his shades in irritation.] And I suppose it would be too much to ask for you to refrain from making such... a mess... [Pointed look at the floor: apparently one of the vials must have contained acid, because steam's rising from where it's eaten into the tiles, and there's also a dead specimen of whatever Birkin was last studying. GJ, Dante.]

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