Albert Wesker at your service, leader of the Raccoon City police force's S.T.A.R.S department and Captain of Alpha Team. Do you have anything to declare?
WESKERS BIO
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[Independent RP blog of S.T.A.R.S-era Wesker. Will RP with all fandoms!]
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what is this
Shut up Barry.
Hope this is not CHRIS’ blood…
Past life, anyone?
“Crowley was an executioner who lived in a castle with slaves.”
Accurate.
Brooke was a potato who lived in a mansion with slaves.
…
okay.
POTATO SLAVES
Oh my god
YOU ARE THE DOWAGER EMPRESS POTATO ALL WILL LOVE YOU AND DESPAIR
Wesker was Batman who fell in love with old people.
….
Wesker was Batman.
Wesker was BATMAN.
Not the subordinate too him? Well.. That was one mistake. The instant he said that, she no longer registered him as a commander, but merely a pawn in the way. She would have done something—
—But had no chance as within a split second, her black shirt fell open. She glared up at him, her pupils suddenly shrinking. The real Darck was still in there, that was obvious. With how the spider suddenly sparked a few times at Wesker’s curious touch, and the look in those hazel hues.
Darck snarled and moved backwards in a swift and blurred movement. Her exposed front was adorned with scars. Old bullet wounds, plenty of cuts and blade wounds, and what looked like an old autopsy dissection slice. The spider just above the black bra and dug deep into the skin, which looked inflamed and not enjoying the intrusion of this machine. “Albert Wesker as commanding officer, deleted. Leon Kennedy sole remaining captain.” She suddenly had a look of pure murder. She seemed like she would attack, and on the inside was fighting against the control, and failing miserably.
His curiousity piqued as she spoke. He’d not seen the earlier versions of the device respond like that. This was going to be interesting. He didn’t question how it had gotten there out loud, although part of Wesker feared Spencer having something to do with it. He’d make friends with her, after all.
“Darck,” he said, removing his sunglasses and looking her directly in the eyes. “I know you’re in there. There is a prototype device attached to your chest called a P30. It secretes a chemical into your body that controls your mind. I am going to try and remove it but I may have to hurt you.”
With that, he slid one foot back, and launched himself towards her.
This isn’t the flu, dear. I’ll be fine.
You know, I would like to know all the details about it, but I have the feeling you won’t tell me.
And I’ll take your word for it.
Mmm. Thank you. What are your evening plans, Logan?
captainawesker started following you
Now, now. You’ve done very well. *smiles slightly and slips the stopwatch into his pocket* There’s more to be done on the assault course outside, but take a breather first. How do you feel after that? Still want to be an officer?
It makes me wonder how some people even got to be officers. I’m pretty sure some of the normal force are more out of shape than I am.
Quite. *chuckles at her statement* I do believe you’re right. But, that is why we’re the elite, Rebecca. I want you on my team, so if you’ve got no concerns, let us continue to the training yard.
He stepped closer, and she stood her ground, shoulders back and her entire expression steeled. Personal preference? That was only somewhat meaningless, this was possible defensive maneuvers. Maybe there was just a little personal want to keep her shirt on.
As he grabbed her shirt, she narrowed her eyes, and lifted one hand, only twitching and pausing for a second and the spider sparking under her shirt, before it calmed and her hand grabbed Wesker’s wrist. Tightly. Dangerously tightly. “Sir. This is beyond the lines of a work place or between a soldier and a commander… Cease, or I shall get defensive, Sir.”
Wesker didn’t even flinch as Darck grabbed his wrist, only responding with a tightening of his own grip. “Now, now. Play nice.”
Her words amused him. Wesker shook his head slowly, tutting. “Eve, you are not my subordinate. You’re not a soldier, dear. That’s what’s wrong with you.”
In one swift movement and without loosening his grip, he reached for his boot and retrieved his combat knife. Rule #16. He brought it up, letting the tip flick over the dark material of her shirt so it fell open, and let go immediately.
Oh, my. Now didn’t that look familiar? He stroked a finger over the device, ignoring her revealed body. He wasn’t going to take it off just yet.. it could serve an excellent purpose.
It’s not a good thing. I hope you realize that. *kisses her head*
I know it’s not, but can we get off the subject? Onto something different.
*she wrapped her arms around his waist and looked at him with a smile*
I suppose we can. *frowns, his expression a little lacklustre* I’m just on edge right now. But it’ll be fixed soon.
You need to rest.
This isn’t the flu, dear. I’ll be fine.
