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Perhaps.
[ No, definitely, she keeps grinning. Vampire politics... huh? You know, she wonders, ]
I've seen little outside her family, but I did claim my territory. Perhaps the politics I'm to remember are equally chaotic.
[ No, definitely, she keeps grinning. Vampire politics... huh? You know, she wonders, ]
I've seen little outside her family, but I did claim my territory. Perhaps the politics I'm to remember are equally chaotic.
At least there shouldn't be any vampire politics here. You get the city by default.
[...Which is a sort of lonely thought if he thinks about it, but hopefully it's said lighthearted enough to not be a problem.]
[...Which is a sort of lonely thought if he thinks about it, but hopefully it's said lighthearted enough to not be a problem.]
So that means you and all the others are mine? [ She laughs - something like a giggle, but it's also.. older. It descends into some Evil Old Lady Laugh without her noticing.
It is a lonely thought. ]
It is a lonely thought. ]
I'm alright with a guardian vampire. Aren't we working on papers that certify that I'm yours?
[...That's really happening. He pauses for a moment to bask in his fondness of the thought- he's going to have to do more than try to relieve tension at some point, but right now... Maybe if he talks about it like it's no big deal, it will help it seem like less of one.]
[...That's really happening. He pauses for a moment to bask in his fondness of the thought- he's going to have to do more than try to relieve tension at some point, but right now... Maybe if he talks about it like it's no big deal, it will help it seem like less of one.]
We are. Assuming nothing goes wrong and a judge doesn't hold us up, we should finish... late next month? Maybe the month after. Anywhere between sixty and a hundred days is what I've looked up.
[ It's something to center herself on, to focus on that one and the mechanics of it, the preparation for the fact that Silver...
She smiles, and she can't help but reach out and pinch his cheek, just a little. Or at least try to. ]
Pretty useless during the day, once it comes to that.
[ It's something to center herself on, to focus on that one and the mechanics of it, the preparation for the fact that Silver...
She smiles, and she can't help but reach out and pinch his cheek, just a little. Or at least try to. ]
Pretty useless during the day, once it comes to that.
1/31, allowing for the possibility of moving the date in the event of collision with things in feb
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2018-01-22 04:55 am (UTC)(link)
[It's been some time since Elda's...that, and everything had worked out, more or less; we all sort of agree that we love Elda but we don't like Elda when she's drunk, and we're just going to move forward with our lives. In Wesker's case, this involves some sort of incredibly backwards apology in Silver's direction, in which he doesn't apologize at all but he texts the kid and actually volunteers to leave the house as opposed to making Silver seek him out and drag him. Silver's choice, with regards to location, as long as it wasn't anywhere outdoors because it's still January and Wesker is deciding to respect himself today.
...And that is how they ended up wandering in the general direction of the arcade, in the dark, in total silence for the past ten minutes because what is there even to talk about on outings. At least Wesker doesn't feel the need to fill silence with words, just as a general thing; silence is fine, for the time being.]
...And that is how they ended up wandering in the general direction of the arcade, in the dark, in total silence for the past ten minutes because what is there even to talk about on outings. At least Wesker doesn't feel the need to fill silence with words, just as a general thing; silence is fine, for the time being.]
[The silence would be perfectly fine on any other day- or month, in this case- but the presence of the darkness and the knowledge that they're enclosed is unnerving, to say the absolute least, so after ten minutes he finally blurts out-]
So do you do fun stuff with Jeager too, or is it still just me and the occasional trip to the comic book store?
[It's something to talk about. Maybe not the smoothest beginning of conversation, but it's that or he starts uselessly waving his flashlight around at everything but where they're walking.]
So do you do fun stuff with Jeager too, or is it still just me and the occasional trip to the comic book store?
[It's something to talk about. Maybe not the smoothest beginning of conversation, but it's that or he starts uselessly waving his flashlight around at everything but where they're walking.]
Ever shared a milkshake?
[This is what he's decided to be today...]
[This is what he's decided to be today...]
Edited 2018-01-22 06:41 (UTC)
Is that something you do frequently with Elizabeth, or...?
[why. why is this a conversation we're having.]
[why. why is this a conversation we're having.]
[...]
No. I'm a failure of a boyfriend.
[Silver are the milkshakes really that-]
I've had a convenient excuse to get milkshakes this whole time and let it slide.
[Of course.]
No. I'm a failure of a boyfriend.
[Silver are the milkshakes really that-]
I've had a convenient excuse to get milkshakes this whole time and let it slide.
[Of course.]
[...Good to see that this is the sort of embarrassing thing he missed out on by not having a sane childhood.]
Well, it's something to work on in the near future, isn't it.
[Get your damn milkshakes, boy.]
Well, it's something to work on in the near future, isn't it.
[Get your damn milkshakes, boy.]
Yeah. It's perfect. There's no such thing as a bad flavor of ice cream, so nothing can go wrong.
[And they don't even have to worry about Goro getting fussy about sweets because it's a date instead of an apartment outing. It's perfect--!]
[And they don't even have to worry about Goro getting fussy about sweets because it's a date instead of an apartment outing. It's perfect--!]
Precisely.
[...]
That's likely the one acceptable piece of advice that I have for you, unfortunately, so don't expect many others.
[...]
That's likely the one acceptable piece of advice that I have for you, unfortunately, so don't expect many others.
Hey, that's not true. I'm sure you have a bunch of good advice on adulthood or success or something.
[Wesker's so composed and put together and rich. He clearly has it together in that department. Maybe not when it comes to socializing, but-]
[Wesker's so composed and put together and rich. He clearly has it together in that department. Maybe not when it comes to socializing, but-]
...I suppose that would depend on what you wanted to know.
[The greatest trick he ever pulled on the world was not the six-continent shell game that his past life managed to pull off, but rather convincing everyone that he's a functioning adult with his shit together.]
[The greatest trick he ever pulled on the world was not the six-continent shell game that his past life managed to pull off, but rather convincing everyone that he's a functioning adult with his shit together.]
How do you keep that air of authority? Is it all in the posture, or do the sunglasses do the trick?
[Wesker, bearer of wisdom regarding all things.]
[Wesker, bearer of wisdom regarding all things.]
...Act as though you know what you're doing, and everyone will simply assume you do. It's the one thing everyone lies about, while assuming that no one else is.
[...i mean, he is not wrong.]
[...i mean, he is not wrong.]
[...Is that it? That's really it? Adults don't really have anything together, but act like they do all the time?
Wait, he's an adult. And some of his friends think he knows what he's doing.]
I feel like I've learned the secrets of the universe.
[He looks up at Wesker in awe, although there isn't much room to pay attention to where he's walking in the process. Namely, off a curb and onto the street...]
Wait, he's an adult. And some of his friends think he knows what he's doing.]
I feel like I've learned the secrets of the universe.
[He looks up at Wesker in awe, although there isn't much room to pay attention to where he's walking in the process. Namely, off a curb and onto the street...]
It does something for perspective, at any rate - no one truly knows what they're doing, it's simply a matter of pretense.
[Into the street it is, then; he's...admittedly not paying full attention either, though that's more due to general familiarity with the surroundings than anything else.]
[Into the street it is, then; he's...admittedly not paying full attention either, though that's more due to general familiarity with the surroundings than anything else.]
I'm not sure if that's comforting or not. You'd think that-
[All is well and good for another few steps, and then anything they were doing or talking about is completely lost to the sound of a horn blaring. Namely, the horn of a rather large vehicle; it's difficult to make out the details of it due to the bright blaring lights being a complete contrast to the total darkness, but the strange square shape of it starts to give it away as a bus, which would be really useful if it wasn't already closing in.
Oh, shit-]
[All is well and good for another few steps, and then anything they were doing or talking about is completely lost to the sound of a horn blaring. Namely, the horn of a rather large vehicle; it's difficult to make out the details of it due to the bright blaring lights being a complete contrast to the total darkness, but the strange square shape of it starts to give it away as a bus, which would be really useful if it wasn't already closing in.
Oh, shit-]
Edited 2018-01-24 23:10 (UTC)
[It takes Wesker a brief moment to realize what he's looking at - and while the lights aren't pleasant, they're dimmer than they might be for others because seriously, he never takes those stupid sunglasses off, and if anyone had told him that would be at all useful to him now...
Well, he'll think about that later, assuming he has time.
For the time being Silver's got his bag and it's easier to grab that than it is to have the presence of mind to do anything else, it's easy for his hand to find purchase on it and it's leverage to pull him back, use the force to move him and let gravity do the rest and get him out of the road.
The movement is quick and immediate and not thought through at all, the sort of thing that his body does before his conscious mind really has any say, and it's followed by a sudden moment where everything suddenly goes weird and blank and there's just...nothing.
It's probably the moment of impact, if he had to try to reason it out; in all honesty, at first it doesn't feel like anything. There's the ground, though, and he's on it, and moving seems like the worst idea he's had in a while and he vaguely registers that he probably couldn't get up even if he wanted to, there's a good amount of pressure and something's on his chest and there's the pain, it's like being impaled, something sharp and jagged stabbing through his chest and -
And he's trying very hard to stay conscious and try to figure out what the hell is going on, that's what he's doing, though that's likely not going to last terribly long.]
Well, he'll think about that later, assuming he has time.
For the time being Silver's got his bag and it's easier to grab that than it is to have the presence of mind to do anything else, it's easy for his hand to find purchase on it and it's leverage to pull him back, use the force to move him and let gravity do the rest and get him out of the road.
The movement is quick and immediate and not thought through at all, the sort of thing that his body does before his conscious mind really has any say, and it's followed by a sudden moment where everything suddenly goes weird and blank and there's just...nothing.
It's probably the moment of impact, if he had to try to reason it out; in all honesty, at first it doesn't feel like anything. There's the ground, though, and he's on it, and moving seems like the worst idea he's had in a while and he vaguely registers that he probably couldn't get up even if he wanted to, there's a good amount of pressure and something's on his chest and there's the pain, it's like being impaled, something sharp and jagged stabbing through his chest and -
And he's trying very hard to stay conscious and try to figure out what the hell is going on, that's what he's doing, though that's likely not going to last terribly long.]
At this rate, you'll have nothing to worry about.
[...He doesn't want to think about the dome, however, and quickly changes his angle.]
Is it going to weaken or hurt you? When it comes to that, if there's anything I can do to make things easier, I want to do it.
[It's not like he'll ever have trouble with the sun. He can run errands for her during the day and come visit her later at night...]
[...He doesn't want to think about the dome, however, and quickly changes his angle.]
Is it going to weaken or hurt you? When it comes to that, if there's anything I can do to make things easier, I want to do it.
[It's not like he'll ever have trouble with the sun. He can run errands for her during the day and come visit her later at night...]
It'll burn me. I'm pretty sure that direct exposure will kill me.
[ . . . She might as well just. Spell it out. It's better this way, he should know. ] But I don't know if anything can be done about it. I know she survived with a thick blanket over it, so even a coat might help, but it's not... that's probably not worth the risk.
[ . . . She might as well just. Spell it out. It's better this way, he should know. ] But I don't know if anything can be done about it. I know she survived with a thick blanket over it, so even a coat might help, but it's not... that's probably not worth the risk.
[You'd think that with everything happening, the sight of what's transpired would be the most difficult part to bear witness to. He has a front row view to an unimaginably large piece of metal on wheels bucking Wesker over and crushing him, wrapped in the packaging of that being the only thing visible when everything is dark with the exception of its bright blaring lights.
Even so, it's not the sight that sticks with him and makes this whole thing such a horror; if anything, what he's seeing feels strangely distant and impersonal, like a scene from a movie. What brings the horror alive is the crunch, the unmistakable sound of something so easily snapping and caving in in ways it shouldn't. It rings in his head and eventually spurs him to stop staring dumbly with his mouth slightly ajar and make his way to his feet.
The bus driver is equally in shock. The bus won't move. He should call out, probably, say something until Wesker is no longer being crushed, but words never really were his strong suit, and his body reacts much faster than his mouth does. He moves towards the front of the bus and tries pushing it first, as if that's going to accomplish anything, then settles for pounding on its windshield with his fists until it finally backs up, which leaves Wesker, still partially crushed and on the ground.
Silver drops down to his side. Some rational part of his head acknowledges that he probably shouldn't move him too much, but it's completely overruled as he tries to prop up Wesker's head and gently shake him.]
H...Hey.
[He swallows harshly, then tries again, a little more firmly this time.]
Stay with me.
Even so, it's not the sight that sticks with him and makes this whole thing such a horror; if anything, what he's seeing feels strangely distant and impersonal, like a scene from a movie. What brings the horror alive is the crunch, the unmistakable sound of something so easily snapping and caving in in ways it shouldn't. It rings in his head and eventually spurs him to stop staring dumbly with his mouth slightly ajar and make his way to his feet.
The bus driver is equally in shock. The bus won't move. He should call out, probably, say something until Wesker is no longer being crushed, but words never really were his strong suit, and his body reacts much faster than his mouth does. He moves towards the front of the bus and tries pushing it first, as if that's going to accomplish anything, then settles for pounding on its windshield with his fists until it finally backs up, which leaves Wesker, still partially crushed and on the ground.
Silver drops down to his side. Some rational part of his head acknowledges that he probably shouldn't move him too much, but it's completely overruled as he tries to prop up Wesker's head and gently shake him.]
H...Hey.
[He swallows harshly, then tries again, a little more firmly this time.]
Stay with me.
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