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۞ ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ ✁ #PR0JECTUROBOROS. ノ independent, private & selective writing multimuse blog featuring ALBERT WESKER, proceed with caution. please refer to the rules below.
CARRD. ༝ 𝙈𝙀𝙈𝙀𝙎. ༝ 𝘖𝘗𝘌𝘕𝘚. ༝ HCS.
PROMPTS FROM PROJECT HAIL MARY * assorted dialogue from the book by andy weir, some lines reworked to suit a roleplay format, adjust as necessary
human beings have a remarkable ability to accept the abnormal and make it normal.
it'll be interesting to see how this plays out.
glad i could be part of it.
evolution is lazy.
i guess this is it.
your face is leaking.
i will miss you.
you're my friend. heck, you're my best friend.
we have figured this out.
got to love computers. they do all the thinking for you so you don't have to.
another day, another staff meeting.
who would have thought saving the world could be so boring?
does that mean it's not no? is that another yes?
you're not alone. neither of us are.
sometimes the stuff we all hate ends up being the only way to do things.
i'm a scientist!
now we're getting somewhere!
time for me to use science.
i'm hungry.
what's your name?
are all russians crazy?
when stupid ideas work, they become genius ideas.
do you believe in god?
i know it's a personal question.
it's like he's inviting us to explore the universe.
if i had a nickel for every time i wanted to smack a kid's parents for not teaching them even the most basic things... well... i'd have enough nickels to put in a sock and smack those parents with it.
this is happy!
your face opening is in sad mode.
we're pretty untrustworthy, but i don't want him to know that.
i'm smart enough to know that i'm stupid. that's progress.
you poked it with a stick?
it was a scientific poke with a very scientific stick.
work fast.
first i have to wait for my computer to wake up.
fist my bump.
usually you're not stupid.
once again, i'm struck by melancholy.
i have to save humanity first. stupid humanity. getting in the way of my hobbies.
oh thank god. i can't imagine explaining sleep to someone who had never heard of it.
if i can't do it for a while, i go insane and eventually die.
no need for concern.
we're as smart as evolution made us.
we're the minimum intelligence needed to ensure we can dominate our planet.
i spend a lot of time un-suiciding this suicide mission.
that's not creepy at all.
wait a minute! am i a guinea pig?
it's not like that.
no. you cannot die. you are my friend.
be careful.
i don't want to look dumb in front of the aliens.
math is not thinking. math is procedure.
at least i'm not alone.
aaaaand they're dead.
you get to watch your food cook without melting your face off.
the hardest part about working with aliens and saving humanity from extinction is constantly having to come up with names for stuff.
you are here!
you saved me!
set up the damn tunnel!
get back in your ship!
it gives me a feeling of control.
i'm on a suicide mission.
yes. there'll be wars.
see how easy it is?
all i have to do is tell you something you don't want to hear.
it's the kids of today that'll have to make the world of tomorrow work.
when you're stupid tired, accept that you're stupid tired. don't try to solve things right then.
want to meet up in the bathroom down the hall and have sex?
let's see what we can do when we really set our minds to it.
you want me to observe you sleep?
you're a coward and you always have been!
you avoid risk like the plague.
Continued from (x) @scarletsheel
Wesker was neither annoyed nor offended, instead he was rather thrilled. It was only rare for him to encounter individuals who challenged his ideals and dared to speak against them, all while remaining useful to his cause. Ada was that person. It was entertaining, indeed... or so it was becoming, now that she openly tested him. Her distaste for him and his visions being rather unmistakable.
❝ For someone who prides herself on being difficult to read, that was a rather predictable response. ❞ She was barely of any importance to him without her efficiency. The only reason he kept her around was because he viewed her as a resourceful tool, the same reason he tolerated her nuisance in moments like this as well. ❝ Your input is only of value provided it serves the outcome. Hence, I'd advise against overstating your importance ever again. You are tolerated only for your resourcefulness. ❞
Slowly and deliberately he turned in his chair to face the screens behind him, effectively ending the eye contact in a dismissive manner. ❝ You're an asset, Ada and every asset has its own shelf life. Do not mistake your necessity for longevity and ensure remaining within acceptable parameters next time. ❞
Carrd link has been activated and linked to my pinned post now. Albert Wesker remains my main with a few more muses added alongside. Have a look at your own convenience.
On the side note, I've begun drafting the pending replies as well. Expect them to be delivered shortly. Apologies for the long wait. Once done, I'll be posting more memes and prompts so you guys can interact more through asks. Nonetheless, DMs and Inbox are open as usual for any asks you guys may fancy to send or any plot ideas or anything at all.
Thanks for tuning in. Scott out!
A small update regarding slow replies and lack of memes posting:
I've been working on my carrd and dealing with some personal stuffs as of lately. Hence, the delay in pending replies. But I can guarantee, they'll be delivered soon.
In the meantime, my DMs and Inbox, both are open for asks and plotting. Feel free to slide in with any ideas or questions or just simply for the purpose of chatting.
I'll be adding some new muses soon as well.
Thanks for tuning in. Scott out!
“ Are you okay? ” | Rebecca for Wesker!
The question was almost laughable in his terms. It was so mediocre, he couldn't help but find it rather hilarious; though he wouldn't express such a thing out loud but he did certainly feel it within. Despite her knowledge in science, she still significantly lacked the understanding of the mutation he had undergone. He was more than "okay" and she failed to grasp the truth of it. He was no longer bound by a fragile, biological cage that merely functioned to hold organs and blood anymore unlike her own. He had evolved.
A slow, cold smirk spread across his features as he adjusted his coat, the faint light of the laboratory reflecting off the pitch-black lenses of his shades to sharpen his menacing looks further. ❝"Okay" would be an understatement. I have evolved, Rebecca. Had you been more observant and analytical, you would have already noticed the difference. ❞
His voice was low and cold yet filled with a boastful confidence. He has surpassed the humankind. He was stronger, faster... he was better. He has successfully adapted to the virus many failed to endure and has crossed a threshold that made him biologically superior to any human in existence. ❝ I have far outgrown the likes of 'okay' or 'not.' You have the gift of science, Rebecca. Utilize it. Make yourself relevant for a new future of which I'm the architect. ❞
“ Who are you trying to protect? ”
An interesting question, but was he really trying to protect? No, not as she supposedly thinks. Heroes protect but a God... He cures. He eradicates what corrupts greatness. He induces evolution; he seeks obedience. Of course, he didn't expect Jill to grasp an ideology as such when she's siding with the likes of Chris. What a nuisance. Perhaps if he were to begin his eradication with someone, he should do so with Redfield while he begins the evolution with Jill.
A cold smirk tugged at the corners of his lips as he lowered his shades ever so slightly to look at her directly, ❝ That's a very keen observation and a rather interesting question, Jill, but I wish you give your thoughts a little more depth. ❞ There was nothing more fun than indulging the thoughts of someone who couldn't grasp the magnitude of his work, only to crush them eventually. ❝ Allow me to enlighten you further, Jill. I plan to protect not a 'who,' but the world itself. I intend to protect it from weakness by releasing the Uroboros. ❞
"Someone's getting pretty fucking big for their boots."
❝ And your pestering behaviour is becoming a rather vexing disruption. ❞ Feline-like hues flared bright red beneath the pitch-black lenses of his shades. Head turning ever so slightly to glance at her over his shoulder. Oh, how he wished he could just grab her by the throat and put an end to her nuisance once and for all.
But no... not yet, she was a specimen with potential who could aid him in achieving his one true goal if utilised just right. All she required was the intellect to comprehend his visions, his goals, the gift he intends to confer upon this pathetic world as the God he's to be. If only she and others could grasp the idea of it, they'd not have dared to thwart him. Rather they chose to cling to their human moralities and premature outbursts. Pathetic!
Slowly and deliberately, he turned to face her before he took a step closer and then another, calculated and cautious. The once flaring hues now much tamed as they met her blue eyes from behind the lenses of his shades. The back of his hand gently traced the line of her cheek while a cold, slight smirk tugged at the corners of his lips. ❝ Such a tragic waste of a perfectly good specimen.❞ Wesker added, his voice low and analytical. ❝ You really should consider refraining from these emotional reactions, Jill. Don't let that potential go to waste while there's still time. ❞
“ Could you be wrong? ”
Wrong? Him? No, that's merely a wish people had; he was never wrong. He considers himself to be beyond such sentiments and moralities. Adjusting his shades, Wesker looked over his shoulder to glance at his former teammate from S.T.A.R.S., Jill Valentine. Even though she wasn't as insufferable as Chris, she sure was a specimen to deal with.
❝ You should know better than to ask that, Jill. Precise calculations are what I value. I don't believe in "rights" or "wrongs"; I believe in results where every variable is accounted for. ❞ Wesker paused, his yellow reptilian pupils glowed with a subtle red to indicate his annoyance which was hidden beneath the pitch-black lenses of his shades. ❝ I predict, I believe in trial and error but there's never anything that's wrong. If the world fails to align with my vision, it simply means they lack the intellect and the reality is merely... insufficient. ❞
Dismissive as ever, his gaze shifted to stare out the window once again. The city at dusk seemingly a petri dish for him to observe from this height while he left nothing but a cold silence in the wake of his statement.
So…this was his father. The man Zeno had lived under the shadow of since birth. Even as a small boy enduring agonizing experiments to speed grow him into adulthood….he always wondered who Albert was.
Was he truly a monster? Could ever accept him? Maybe even love him? But a few seconds was all it took to solidify his opinion about his father.
And he wasn’t impressed.
“ Took you less than seven minutes to judge me? Sorry, but one look at you and I can already tell I don’t have the time to spare.”
He knew he was playing a very dangerous game. But Zeno had the Wesker stubbornness in him. He wasn’t about to bend over for someone that was considered a defunct specimen.
His lip curled as his nose twitched, a look of disgust on his face. Like just being near his father made him sick.
“ I’m your clone and you call ME trash? So you’re calling yourself garbage.”
He eyed his father with a look of absolute Wesker disdain.
“ Just look at you, father. For the most superior example of humanity, you look like a bastard mutt off the street. Pity….I grew up almost worshipping you. Now I just see a little man with an ego bigger than his head.”
He knew there was a real chance he was going to die. But he wasn’t going to make it easier for Albert.
To be insulted by a mere biological byproduct of his greatness, the display of such audacity was almost laughable but no... Zeno needed to be taught his true place. He possessed the Wesker stubborness, certainly, but he lacked the power to back it up: he lacked the ambition that's required for true transcendence.
❝ Oh, really? Well, I should not be surprised. You are a mere mimic after all. Lab-grown and designed to copy someone far beyond than your capacity to comprehend. The fact you judged me based on aesthetics says it all. ❞ Wesker did find this rather interesting despite the fact he initially deemed this interaction to be rather dull. The evidence of it? His Feline-like hues flared up behind his shades, not by annoyance, but the thrill of it.
In the following second, Wesker closed the distance in a blur of motion, too fast for the human eye to perceive. A cold smirk tugging at the corners of his lips, displaying mockery as he stood only mere inches from Zeno. He reached out, his gloved hand moving in a slow agonising manner to adjust the collar on Zeno's jacket, a gesture of disrespect for the mimic that dared to stand his ground.
❝ Is that all you got? A weak comback to combat your status as a trash made in lab? You are not a reflection, Zeno. You are a flawed, weak product. ❞ This time around, Wesker's voice dropped dangerously low, the thrill in his eyes was replaced by a lethal intensity. Zeno really tested his patience to the brink of exhaustion. ❝ If you truly were my equal, you would never have worshipped me. You would have sought to finish what I started, you would have progressed toward Godhood. You are an incompetent failure for worshipping a man when you had the potential to become what I am. You are an embarrassment I despise. ❞
"Their death was necessary."
(Thank you for the follow!!)
❝ Necessary... ❞ Wesker repeated the word, his head tilting to a side ever so slightly, expression blank and unreadable while he evaluated the logic behind the statement. If anything, he always did believe death to be the only currency that can satisfy the true cost of Complete Global Saturation; purging the weakness always costs blood and in his cause it was a small price to pay for the world he has envisioned for the future.
He could've dismissed the statement as a whole if he wanted to but curiosity kept him from doing such. The source of it was Krauser; a soldier and a man who parted with his humanity for the power that the Las Plagas promised him. A power that he believed could remedy him of the weakness and guilt he carried. Hence, Wesker couldn't help but feel intrigued by the statement itself. Was it just a simple agreement from a former soldier or was it from a man who acknowledges the death of morality and weakness for the birth of something greater? Nonetheless, it was a sentiment he found worthy of his time.
❝ Precisely. It is a necessity. ❞ Soft exhale escaped Wesker's lips in agreement with the soldier's own statement while he nodded his head rather imperceptibly. ❝ Only if more could have grasped onto the truth, my work here would have been far less hindered. But I must ask... Was this simply an agreement to my cause through some tactical observation or was it something from your own experience as a host? ❞
Hello folks, it's me, Scott!
For starters, I'd love to thank y'all for all the asks and starters you guys have sent my way. It's amazing and I really appreciate and love you all for the interactions!!
For seconds, to those I still owe a reply, they'll be posted soon. I'm in the process of drafting them despite the long wait and it won't take too long before you've them as well.
That's all there's for this post. That's all the seven minutes I can spare for now. Looking forward to more interactions!!
“ Where did you come from? ”
❝ Neither your concern nor your business. ❞ Her question was met by a cold dismissal, a statement that made it clear he didn't deem her nor her question worthy enough to be answered but he didn't walk away either after dismissing her. His gaze observed her rather like a scientist observing something under a microscope while he circled around her like a predator.
Despite his observation, she wasn't exactly what he was interested in but rather in what was done to her. She wasn't just infected, she was deliberately chosen by Saddler and infected with a special strain. Unlike the Ganados, she was not turned into a mindless host instantly but rather was used as a vessel, a sleeper that can be controlled while having its mind intact. ❝ Though I must admit, you're quite the specimen, an interesting one in fact. You have the potential to become a part of something much greater compared to whatever predicament you think you're fighting to survive for the time being. ❞
The statement wasn't a compliment, it was a cold analytical afterthought of a visionary with a God complex who saw potential. His visions surely didn't align with Saddler but he saw the potential of what can be done with the Las Plagas in the right hands. This could be the true formula to complete global saturation in terms of obedience and control. However, this only makes Ashley another expendable variable in his equation of global domination and his vision towards a new world; a world without weakness, a world where he's God.
"I know, I know... I'm charming company. You just wanted to play more with me!" ,carlos
Charming company? No, he was just another insignificant irritant variable posing as an obstacle in his path. A hired merc of Umbrella who lacked the the basic idea regarding Umbrella's true goals and objectives, instead the meddlesome fool dared to aid their former enemy instead, Jill Valentine... A former member of the S.T.A.R.S. unit and a living witness of the mansion incident, not to disregard the fact that she dared to destroy the grand plans Wesker was in the process of making. What an insufferable nuisance.
Adjusting his sunglasses, the blonde male finally looked over his shoulder, orange hues now glowing red, a glare that's almost predatory and obvious under the dark tint of his shades. A result of absolute irritation while his expression masked such with a maintained composure.
❝ Seven minutes. Seven minutes is all I can spare to play with you. ❞ The statement came sharp and concise. An undesired insolence he wasn't willing to tolerate any further even though fate did have different plans and placed one in his path. Just another insignificant variable he must eradicate and wipe out of existence.
“ How did you survive? ” @ wesker ( tumblr betrayed me )
Two decades. It has been nearly two decades since the day he was defeated at the volcano, two rpg missiles ripping through his face while he was semisubmerged in lava. He would never forget that day, never. But a God doesn't die; he's merely delayed until he returns fueled by vengeance, refined fury and absolute lack of mercy. That was him. After years of healing, after two decades of staying in the shadows... observing, analysing, planning, he finally made his return.
Raccoon City, year 2028. Roughly thirty years since its destruction, and yet it stood as a monument just like his body, except it has adapted more to the Uroboros over the years, it has evolved and perfected itself. And now here he stood in his full glory before someone who seemed to be a mere imitation of him who dared to question his survival. Pathetic in every sense of the word.
❝ Survival is not a choice for a God; it's biologically inevitable. And Uroboros doesn't permit failure. ❞ The statement explained everything it needed to. The God complex he once had now has only strengthened itself further which fed directly to his undying ego. He saw his own survival as a testament to his success that was hindered by a pest such as Chris. Taking a deliberate step forward, the blonde male adjusted his shades causing it's edge to catch the light of the setting sun, the sharpening red glow of his eyes underneath contrasting the light itself. ❝ I wasn't simply consumed by the lava, I was forged anew. I do not expect you to understand me whatsoever. You're just a byproduct and merely another curious variable of the foundation I laid. ❞
questions only sentence starters
if you are sending to a multi-muse, remember to specify the muse that the sentence starters are being sent for .
who . . .
“ Who are you? ”
“ Who do you serve? ”
“ Who taught you that? ”
“ Who’s really in control here? ”
“ Who are you running from? ”
“ Who did this to you? ”
“ Who’s coming for us? ”
“ Who do you think I am? ”
“ Who else knows about this? ”
“ Who are you trying to protect? ”
what . . .
“ What are you? ”
“ What do you want from me? ”
“ What are you hiding? ”
“ What were you planning to do? ”
“ What just happened? ”
“ What did you see back there? ”
“ What did you promise them? ”
“ What happens if I don’t let you go? ”
“ What are the rules I’m not supposed to break? ”
“ What happens after the portal closes? ”
where . . .
“ Where did you come from? ”
“ Where are we? ”
“ Where are you going? ”
“ Where were you when it happened? ”
“ Where does this path lead? ”
“ Where did you get that scar? ”
“ Where is everyone else? ”
“ Where should I stand? ”
“ Where did you put the body? ”
“ Where were you hiding all this time? ”
when . . .
“ When did this start? ”
“ When were you going to tell me? ”
“ When was the last time you felt safe? ”
“ When do we leave? ”
“ When did you stop trusting me? ”
“ When does this end? ”
“ When did you realise the truth? ”
“ When do things go wrong? ”
“ When did you choose this path? ”
“ When will you look at me and be honest? ”
how . . .
“ How long have you been watching me? ”
“ How did you survive? ”
“ How much do you remember? ”
“ How are you this calm right now? ”
“ How bad is it? ”
“ How did you know my name? ”
“ How far are you willing to go? ”
“ How many lies have you told me? ”
“ How do you live with this? ”
“ How are we supposed to fix this? ”
are . . .
“ Are you human? ”
“ Are you okay? ”
“ Are you lying to me right now? ”
“ Are you scared? ”
“ Are you tired? ”
“ Are you hiding something? ”
“ Are you bound by oath or by magic? ”
“ Are you trying to start a fight? ”
“ Are you always this dramatic? ”
“ Are you going to explain or just stare? ”
do . . .
“ Do you trust me? ”
“ Do you remember your name? ”
“ Do you remember me? ”
“ Do you miss them? ”
“ Do you always talk this much? ”
“ Do you have any idea what you just did? ”
“ Do you ever sleep? ”
“ Do you want me to stay? ”
“ Do you think I’m stupid? ”
“ Do you believe in fate? ”
have . . .
“ Have you eaten yet? ”
“ Have we met before? ”
“ Have you been here long? ”
“ Have you done this before? ”
“ Have you ever killed someone? ”
“ Have you been lying to me? ”
“ Have you lost anyone? ”
“ Have you forgiven yourself? ”
“ Have you always been like this? ”
“ Have you already chosen a side? ”
is . . .
“ Is this place real? ”
“ Is something bothering you? ”
“ Is that weapon even legal here? ”
“ Is this your idea of a joke? ”
“ Is this your way of flirting? ”
“ Is someone watching us? ”
“ Is it supposed to hurt like this? ”
“ Is there a way out? ”
“ Is this what you wanted? ”
“ Is it too late to turn back? ”
can . . .
“ Can I ask you a weird question? ”
“ Can you hear that? ”
“ Can I trust you? ”
“ Can you keep a secret? ”
“ Can we slow down? ”
“ Can you help me bury a body? ”
“ Can you look at me? ”
“ Can we talk about what happened? ”
“ Can you stop pretending? ”
“ Can you promise me something? ”
will . . .
“ Will you stay with me? ”
“ Will you tell me the truth? ”
“ Will this ever end? ”
“ Will you protect me? ”
“ Will they come back for us? ”
“ Will you remember me? ”
“ Will you choose a side? ”
“ Will you regret this? ”
“ Will you still look at me the same way? ”
“ Will you stop me if I’m wrong? ”
should . . .
“ Should I be worried? ”
“ Should we be running? ”
“ Should I follow you? ”
“ Should I be afraid of you? ”
“ Should we pretend this never happened? ”
“ Should I stay or go? ”
“ Should I believe you? ”
“ Should I be honest with you? ”
“ Should we trust them? ”
“ Should I have come here? ”
would . . .
“ Would you do it again? ”
“ Would you lie to protect me? ”
“ Would this have been different if I had stayed? ”
“ Would you really let me die? ”
“ Would you have saved them instead? ”
“ Would you still care if you knew the truth? ”
“ Would you leave if I asked? ”
“ Would this hurt less if I understood? ”
“ Would you forgive me? ”
“ Would you choose me this time? ”
could . . .
“ Could you survive without me? ”
“ Could this world exist without you? ”
“ Could this get any worse? ”
“ Could you teach me how to do that? ”
“ Could you be wrong? ”
“ Could you be lying to yourself? ”
“ Could you forgive them? ”
“ Could this be a trap? ”
“ Could you handle the truth if I told you? ”
“ Could you live with the consequences? ”
"your struggle is not unique, though i do enjoy it." ( ada )
Ever the observant, the male thought to himself. The statement wasn't something too moving or flattering but yet somehow was enough to amuse him for the time being. Knowing Ada, this wasn't something unexpected from her side. She has always been the kind that observes and analyses her surroundings and it was something he did admire in her even though he'd never admit it, his ego and his usually cold and dismissive demeanor held him back from doing so.
Nonetheless, a faint smirk tugged at the corners of the male's lips. Back still turned towards the female while fingers tapped away on the keyboard, the screen displaying various forms of data simultaneously ranging from recorded clips to maps, targets and whatnot. ❝ Enjoy it while you can, Ada. This is the best you can afford as someone who's the witness of something far greater in the making. ❞ Dismissive and cold yet something that'd get under someone's skin enough to enrage them. Despite the fact he did deem her to be a formidable company to have, his cold nature still held him back from acknowledging such out loud as it countered the thought of such and only had him view her as just another pawn in the game, another variable in an equation which is far grander than her purpose.
❝ But do realise, if you enjoy observing me, it means you either care for me or what I do...❞ Wesker paused, the chair he sat on now finally turning to face her, his right hand adjusting his shades which were darker than a usual pair, the cold smirk still persistent, an indicator toward the fact he didn't exactly mean to demean her but only make her aware of her position yet again. ❝ If it's towards me, then consider such to be a weakness and weakness is a liability I can't afford in my cause.❞