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    A REGULAR DON QUIXOTE. that’s the first impression he had of the younger man; this was an individual who carried out his projects, no matter how lofty and impractical they were, by sheer force of will alone. there was determination in the other’s eyes and albert could see it, as plain as day. the kind of determination that led men to conquer whole cities and decimate entire legions in order to attain what they wanted…it was what he had done himself, over the years, and for that, he could regard his companion with a newfound sense of intrigue. 

    already, the wheels were turning in that well-oiled machine of a mind, and albert was coming to form a decision. you see, dr. wesker isn’t the type to mingle with someone for an extended period of time without some kind of motive in mind. it would be a waste of time after all, and so, he already has plans for one rafe adler.

    ❝ i can sense your admiration, and i do find myself flattered. ❞ a dangerous coo. ❝ and i will be honest, in that i was rather bored prior, until you made your presence known, mr. adler. ❞ 

    saccharine venom, flattery would get him everywhere with this human.

SMILE REMAINING GENUINE, a rarity for him, he has no trouble ignoring the pang of self-loathing for allowing his admiration to be made obvious. rather than trying to piece together a refute, he only perks up at the mention of flattering; and even more so at the COMPLIMENT received ------ it was now his turn to be flattered.  

❝ surely you can’t blame me for my admiration, dr. wesker. a man of your stature-- you’ve made quite the image for yourself. i’d be a liar if i was to say your achievements weren’t admirable. ❞ he mused; tone dropping an octave to emphasize his last word. ❝ --- i can assure you it’s a pleasure to have suppressed your boredom. i would suppose it’s my turn to say i’m flattered, yes? ❞

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singlasses:

     A HUNDRED DIFFERENT LIARS were all gathered in one grand ballroom – he despised it, the forced laughter, the sounds of ego-stroking and the uptight figures of high society mingling like dead fish. no one thus far had been even remotely interesting and as it was, he wasn’t here to associate himself with any of that lot ; instead, he’d been tipped off as to a certain painting that was to be auctioned off in the tens of thousands. a painting that had inside the back a set of coordinates which would lead to something he’d been looking to obtain for some time now. 

     austerely handsome and clad in a black tailored suit over a black dress shirt and with a red tie, many wondered why the elusive c.e.o. of umbrella ii, sole son and heir to the late lord ozwell e. spencer’s vast estate and property ( which, of course, he had obtained through his own cunning duplicity! ) was present here without someone on his arm. 

     it was simply that he wasn’t interested in showing off a trophy. 

     a golden eyebrow arched as he was addressed, and a carved mien turned, caliginous lenses meeting the eyes of a shorter, brunet male.  

     ❝ maiden’s rose. the painting is to be obtained for my collection. ❞ he responded, voice mellifluous, by no means stiff. ❝ dr. albert wesker, a pleasure, and you are…? ❞ 

❝ A WONDERFUL PIECE, i’m sure. ❞ only the finest for someone of his reputation, he assumed. ❝ rafe adler. pleasure’s all mine. ❞

with his gaze traveling about the room, taking in the surroundings about them, lithe fingers tap against the glass in his hand before he returns his attention to the man before him. truly it was a wonder to see HIM here. knowing minimal about his rise to fame, the tyrant was a man who made his own fortune; it was not handed to him. to say his accomplishments were ones that rafe looked up to would be quite the understatement. speaking to him here and now-- well it was certainly an achievement in itself. 

❝ i’ve must say, seeing you here is quite the surprise. never would have guessed this sort of thing to be your taste. i do hope that you are, however, enjoying your time here thus far. ❞ 

understanding that events of the sort weren’t in everyone’s best interest, nor were they favoured by most, he ( quite unfortunately ) couldn’t relate if it were that way; mostly. having grown up in this sort of atmosphere and having associated with thieves and criminals of the like, he was used to the ego-stroking and talk of one’s own wealth amongst the crowds. not that he’d ever boasted on what was handed to him, but he’d had his fair share of indulging in the glory when his parents had allowed for him to tag along in his youth. 

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❝ MIGHT I ASK what’s captured your attention tonight? ❞ it was small-talk, really. something that differentiated from the typical hello that other’s greeted one another with. rafe’s attention had been settled upon the tyrant from his place across the room for minutes now, and in truth, he was both impressed and surprised to see that ALBERT WESKER of all people was attending a black market auction; under the assumption that the man had everything he could have hoped for as it was. knowing full well that he may never get the opportunity to speak with him again was what drove him to cross the ballroom and into this very moment.

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          ❝ Spare me your long-winded tragic back story. What do you actually GAIN from all of this? ❞ Being born with a silver spoon in his mouth hardly sounded like any sort of tragic tale she’s ever been a part of. Elena doesn’t play the role of DAMSEL very well, and if anything she’s just buying her time until she thinks of something to get out of this mess. ❝ Is it the GLORY? The FAME? Pretty sure you’re already pretty infamous so you have that going for you. ❞

❛ IS THAT WHAT you think this is all about? me wanting more fame and glory? ❜ she was on the right track, he’d give her that much; however, being on the right track didn’t mean she was CORRECT. and sure he was infamous as it was, but it was more or less due to his PARENTS rather than an image he’d made for himself; which is what his motive was. ❛ mind you that the egregious title i’ve gained is mostly thanks to my parents. and THAT, miss fisher, is why i’m doing all of this. to PROVE that i can be something more than what my parents handed to me. ❜

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                   “Here’s the million dollar question: Did your dad buy that                      for you or was that your own little ‘treat yourself’ gift?”

❛ I BOUGHT IT for myself a few years back --- what interest is it to you? ❜

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❛ SORRY. OLD HABITS die hard i suppose. ❜ he mused, gun lowering to his side. she was lucky it was just him this time around --- he doubted shoreline would’ve been so lenient to withdraw. ❛ don’t you know better than to sneak up on someone with a gun? ❜

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❛ AND I’M SUPPOSED to believe that you ------ a brat with an ego too big for himself, can ACTUALLY help me in this situation? ❜ it sounded even stupider when he said it, himself. ❛ sure --------- i‘ll bite. ❜

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    “Well we all can’t be choosers now can we?” He snarked back. 

  Not really enjoying himself in a situation like this, frankly he never enjoyed it when a gun was pointed to his head which in his case was an everyday matter for the fortune hunter. It caught him by surprise by Rafe’s sudden tantrum– but then again Nate had seen him kill a man once.. not like he actually wanted to be next on that list.

    “So how we gonna play this huh? You make some threaten remark on my life to get me to join your little tea party? Or did my invitation get lost in the mail?”

OH HOW HE loathed the treasure thief before him. never having been one to enjoy his company from the start, it was safe to say that hadn’t changed over the years. his snark was intolerable, and it only seemed to WORSEN when they found themselves without the elder drake brother. 

❛ --- i suppose we can’t. ❜

there was a momentary silence between them upon the other speaking once more; sarcasm thickly laced around his words. truth be told, the mention of a threat against his life had rafe’s trigger finger itching; there was a moment of consideration when it came as to whether or not he should just shoot nathan down in cold blood and be on his way --- one less problem, right? he’d decide against it however; merely choosing to purse his lips as cold steel tapped against his thigh in thought.

❛ sure, if that’s what you want. i mean, threats can’t be new territory for you, can they? but here’s the thing that’s having me conflicted, nate ------ your ‘invitation’ didn’t get lost, okay? you were never suppose to get one because if it hasn’t already been made clear, i don’t particularly LIKE you. but.. if it’ll lead me to where i need to go, i think i can allow an exception just this time. so what’ll it be? are you going to cooperate, or are would you rather a bullet go right between the eyes? ❜

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she merely nods, falling to silence with a small purse of her lips. His quick succession of replaceable words made it all the more obvious, as if she needed a map drawn. He was like her FATHER, then – a man of fortune, of possible no-guts-no-glory. The follow-up, the mention of it being a side job — piqued her curiosity. (Maybe he wasn’t that enthusiastic about hunting.)

“Ah. Gotcha. What’s your main job, then?”

❛ I’M A BUSINESS man ------ and we’ll leave it at that. being that it’s more of an.. adult conversation, i highly doubt YOU would find interest in it. ❜

rather preferring to not discuss personal matters with those of great unimportance, he’d keep talk of HIMSELF short. despite his loss at avery’s treasure, thieving was still an interest of his; his WANT to make something of himself that proved he was more than his parent’s inheritance still remaining. only now he’d rather work alone than depend on the FALSE trust of another party, as his last two had brought around his downfall in the end.

but what about her? who was she? what was her interest in him? of course, it could be a coincidence. she could be nothing more than some brat living in the area; talking to STRANGERS despite the probable warning given by her parents.

❛ --- i apologize. i don’t believe i caught your name. ❜