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Resident Evil 5: 2009
After his plans to destroy the world were thwarted, Albert Wesker decided he needed to make a new life. For reasons unknown, he opened his own strip club, Saturation, and began his life as a male exotic dancer.
After many years of fruitless searching, Albert finally discovered his true calling in life. Nothing exhilarated him more than the attention he was given, how the people clamored to watch his perfectly sculpted body gyrating on the stage, how they loved to shove dollar bills in the waistband of his underwear. Yes, this was what he had always craved, without ever realizing it. This was where he truly belonged.
And no one, not even Chris Redfield, could take that away from him.
And now I'm just thinking of Wesker pole dancing while this plays.
So, this was the cosplay I wore at Tokyo in Tulsa 2011 the majority of the weekend. (That Saturday I was dressed as Excalibur from Soul Eater. Look in my “sushi’s cosplay” tag, you’ll find it.)
Here’s the thing you need to keep in mind: I suffer from Bitchy Resting Face. I can be off in my own world, not thinking of anything at all, and people will automatically assume that I’m in a foul mood. It’s just how my face arranges itself. I’m unaware of it most of the time.
As you can see above, it goes well with Wesker.
That year, my friend Shona (leraphe here on Tumblr) was cosplaying Claire in her RE2 Darkside Chronicles outfit. There were a couple of times that the elevator stopped on a floor, and when the doors opened, people would see her and exclaim, “Oh my god, it’s Claire Redfield!” A moment later, they would notice me standing on the other side of the elevator, and their faces would drop. They were not prepared to see Albert Wesker standing there.
It was a very different story when I was riding down the elevator by myself. You see, that year our hotel room was on the seventeenth floor. Needless to say, going down to the second level to the sky bridge meant having the elevator to yourself until it stopped at another floor. I was tired, I was leaning in the back corner, and I wasn’t paying attention to anything around me. That is, until the doors opened on a random floor. I looked up to see two people standing in the hallway.
“Oh shit. It’s Wesker.”
There was a brief pause as I stared at them. Again, keep in mind, I’m usually forgetful of my Bitchy Resting Face, and I was exhausted. I said nothing. Part of me just wanted to see what they would do.
Another moment passed. “We’ll just take the next one.”
The doors slid shut. As the elevator once again began to descend, I started laughing. I had literally scared people, and managed to keep an elevator to myself at a crowded anime convention. That is a rarity. Anyone who has gone to an anime convention can tell you this. You can easily spend five to ten minutes just waiting for one to reach your floor, and if you’re lucky enough, there might just be enough room for you to squeeze in.
That right there was the single greatest moment I have ever experienced at a convention. There has yet to be anything that trumps that moment.
Also of note: That cosplay won me a weekend pass for Tokyo in Tulsa 2012 at their annual Halloween party. Since I had already purchased a table for that year and two badges came included, I gave the pass away to a friend. Said friend is no longer someone I associate with, and I regret not giving the pass away to someone who would have been a little more grateful for it. He just happened to be with me at the time.
artist: wolfina
It might not have been meant to be mocking but Zeno noticeably twitched. His expression looking icy and cold even behind his own sunglasses.
“ The Progenitor virus was destroyed but the mold remained. Connections used the properties of the mold to revive me.”
His nostrils flared slightly.
“ Connections was planning on reprogramming me. They considered me too….wild. Too human. I was going to be modified to be an assassin and nothing more. I was able to escape the facility.”
But not before slaughtering everyone he saw.
Zeno lifted up a hand and removed his glove. His pale, almost white hand seemed to audible crack as the knuckles underneath the skin shifted. His nails began to elongate, becoming more like talons as white hair was spreading over his wrist.
“ The mold was a sample of the lycanthropic variant.”
Zeno had lost his Wesker abilities…only to be resurrected as a werewolf instead.
Albert listened closely to every word, the realization sinking in that all the Connections had managed was to more or less recreate Project Wesker. Just as he had before him, Zeno had played nice and obedient, biding his time for the perfect escape. Pride bubbled up to the surface, not dissimilar to the pride he had felt in Redfield excelling in the field due to Albert's training and influence.
This was quite possibly the closest he'd ever come to real family - ignoring, of course, that Muller bastard that had disappeared underground for his own safety. 'This one has lived a life so close to my own.'
He watched with open curiosity as Zeno's hand shifted and changed. "Yes, I heard about the Megamycete that that Miranda woman was experimenting with." Albert stepped forward, reaching out to grasp Zeno's wrist - slowly, carefully, indicating he had no intention of harming him, merely examining. He had seen images and videos of what had been dubbed the Vârcolac, but catching even a glimpse of it in person was something else entirely. "Interesting," Albert murmured, mostly to himself. "Were you also implanted with the Cadou? What of your senses?" Albert now found himself with a litany of questions, a desperate desire to discover everything this clone - no, this man - before him was capable of.
He had to admit that while the thought of transforming into a bestial state was unappealing for a variety of reasons - mostly the shedding he imagined - the idea of being able to transform at will, however, was. It would provide an element of surprise in the field, after all. 'Perhaps we would make an excellent team, after all.'
"crying me a fuckin' river." he scoffed, a shake of his head soon following.
He'd forgotten just how annoying his former subordinate could be. "Over you? Do you truly believe you're special, Chris?"
"I try to stay positive. Too many cynics in the world. I'm glad I could make your day, Dr. Wesker!" she said. The man was known for being quite stoic, but that didn't intimidate her.
Too many cynics in the world, eh? Was that a subtle dig at himself? He wasn't sure, as he wasn't terribly familiar with Dr. Duvall herself. Deciding to err on the side of caution, he simply gave her a half-smile and a curt nod in response.
It wouldn't do to sour a working relationship so early, not when she still had value. "Have a good day yourself, won't you?"
Let no one accuse Albert Wesker of being impolite.
❛ I was having a bad day until you showed up. ❜
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She donned a big smile and beamed up at Dr. Wesker. "Why thank you! That's very sweet of you!"
(mwuhahahaha)
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He smiled slightly in response. Against his better judgment, she was... cute. Like a little tiny kitten that he could just as easily drown if he felt like it. Weirdly, he didn't. For now, anyway. "You're welcome, dear heart."
Zeno tracked Wesker the way Wesker tracked him. Two dominant predators, sizing each other up. Albert was older, wiser and more battle ready while Zeno was younger, less experienced but more reckless and impulsive.
But Zeno wasn’t interested in fighting his “father”….when he could build an alliance.
“ That’s why I want to learn from you. I won’t lie, Dr. Wesker…your reputation proceeds you. And not always in a good way. But I’ve had dealings with scientists that follow the same school as a certain Mr. Spencer. One…Victor Gideon…decided to gift me this.”
Zeno lowered his collar to reveal a horrific scar encircling his neck. Gideon decapitated him but thanks to the Connections and mold, Zeno was revived. Though Zeno refused to sit around for the Connections group to figure out what to do with him.
“ I’d rather work with someone ‘in the family’ as they say. At least then I know that our interests can mutually benefit each other.”
Wesker hummed a note, commiserating. "And my pride gifted me this," he said coolly, reaching up a gloved hand to pull at the collar of his turtleneck, dragging it down just enough to show the Uroboros scars that decorated his skin.
He took in a deep breath as he allowed his hand to fall back to his side as he put his sunglasses back on. It was another beat before he even looked to Zeno again, this time a little less guarded. He was beginning to think that the Connections had made some major missteps in letting this one have so much free rein.
"Perhaps an arrangement could be made. What do they use you for these days, anyway?" Wesker quirked a bow and gave Zeno a little nod in his direction. "I was under the impression you had lost those special abilities they spent so much money on." He smirked a little, not in mockery to Zeno, but at the notion that that little incident in Raccoon City had cost them not only millions, but potentially billions in investments. He'd hate to be one of their accountants right now.
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“ If you had a choice in where your life went, would you have still become a virologist under Umbrella? Myself I kind of would have enjoyed studying geology…”
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"Virology was never my passion, per se. The 'parents' who raised me were scientists, and I was simply following in their footsteps. I was always more suited for intelligence operations."
Like Hell would he even try explaining to his dear old dad that his earring was an attempt at autonomy. That as a child he had a chip in his ear that made him look like a dairy cow. Property for a company that specialized in playing god. If Albert did try tearing it out, Zeno would have crushed his arm.
“ I do have contingencies. But I’m making more alliances. I don’t want to be “safe”…I want to be the one they fear.”
Alliances, power….he was building up a money base using everything he learned while being a “stupid clone” under the Connections’ eye.
He was still the good boy on the outside….but never underestimate the deviousness of a Wesker.
Now he was talking. Wesker had, of course, been concerned that the Connections would have absolutely fucked up recreating him. Obviously, they hadn't gotten it completely perfect - given that Zeno's face didn't quite match up with his own. (He would have to do some digging later to find the answers to the questions burning inside his brain - had they been left with an incomplete DNA sample? had they chosen for some unknown reason to make alterations?)
"Alliances, power, money - these things mean nothing if not wielded properly." Wesker removed his sunglasses to clean them, even though they were perfectly clean already. He just needed something to do with his hands to ease the tension building within him. Seeing a younger version of himself, so to speak, was dredging up memories he'd prefer remain buried.
"You were correct. I did fail. I've spent the years recuperating, strategizing." Glasses still in hand, he gave Zeno another once over, contemplating. "Remember, Zeno. Pride will be your downfall."
Guess who he's looking at
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[SMS]: go fuck yourself wesker [SMS]: nobody tells me what to do
[txt] i could fuck you instead [txt] because you're the alpha now? [txt] don't make me laugh
"how do you know who i am? how do you know chris?" she asks, eying him cautiously.
"Chris was one of my best men, a very long time ago. I like to keep tabs on him and everything - and I suppose everyone," he fixed her with a tight, polite smile, "that he's involved with. It's a... hobby of mine."
((either I'm more tired than I thought or this shake is hitting me harder than it normally does. I'll definitely try to be on more tomorrow evening. feel free to poke me if you want plots or something. also have other RP accounts if anyone's interested. gonna add those to my profile.))