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POTC STARTERS - ACCEPTING

@uro6oros said: “How can you say I used you?“ RE7 ERA

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The question stirred an apparently long dormant beast within the confines of her chest; her body felt to be vibrating, and yet physically she was so incredibly still. Piercing gaze refused to waver, eyes once brown now glowing a supernatural bio weapon orange.

He was dead. He DIED. She MOURNED him. She had gone through so much for his research, and now it meant nothing. His life gave her suffering no personal emotional meaning. It was just pain and suffering. She had become a monster in every sense of the word for nothing. She thought she was allowed FREEDOM.

And now here Wesker was, as if nothing had happened.

How DARE he ask such a tone-deaf question.

"Let's start from the beginning, shall we?" Words were pointed, sharp, aiming for the jugular as she took a step towards him. "I gave you my blind loyalty. You sent me on missions you wanted me to die on, you infected me with the MASTER PLAGAS so you could run TESTS on me, you let them experiment until they got bored and let them do whatever they pleased in that time frame. You sent a TYRANT after me in Raccoon city which killed my entire squad who was fixing something YOU fucked up, you led me on and used me for my— my body, you fucking prick! You used me as a borderline lab-rat for your games, pit me against whordes of bio weapons and... and after all of that, you faked your death."

As she spoke, Beth raised a finger for each point; accentuation came with a rising voice, culminating into an oddly calm finisher. A roller-coaster, who's high and low was tied entirely in the confused feelings of seeing a ghost.

"I could've... I DESERVED to come with you. But you took all my work, all of our-our-our time together, and left. And you have the NERVE to ask how I can say that? How can you say you didn't?"

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@uro6oros

"𝐡𝐞𝐲, 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫 -- did i hear ya' say ya' worked for some kinda big fancy company? one that produces almost everything? mm.. that's gotta come with a hefty salary." he muses, eyes widening expectantly as she stirs her drink slowly. something she's marinating her maraschino cherry in.

[ricardo-irving]

" what the fuck happened to you ? "

Ricardo was looking at the bespectacled man, incredulous. If he wasn't in such a miserably embarrassing situation, it'd be hilarious. He never heard Wesker curse. That would certainly be one for the record books.

The businessman was covered in mud. From just above his waist to his snakeskin boots, which were caked in mud. Somewhere he had lost his jacket along the way and his orange shirt had been dropped off most likely where his jacket was and all that was left was a mud-covered white tank top barely tucked into mud-caked pants.

"'What the fahk happened ta you'?" Ricardo parroted, taking in a very deep, very frustrated breath. "I'll give ya three guesses where my cah is an' the foist two don't count."

@uro6oros

[dimitresca]

albert sighs as he slides into the seat beside her, whiskey glass in hand as his eyes cross the room behind his lenses. “sometimes i hate these parties. feels useless to be bumping shoulders when i could be working.”

it's funny: the less she likes someone, the brighter the smile she flashes them at these sort of things. it signs on that when he makes himself known, she scarcely reacts - a quirk of the brow, an assessing gaze, a throaty utterance by way of hello. he sips on his whiskey, and she on her red wine. her eyes are tracing her husband, guffawing with a group of suited men. they're all lined up in front of one young woman, no doubt filling her head with rot and stale lust. she's holding on to that smile like it's a lifeboat, laughing emptily where she can. smart girl, alcina muses, because every smart girl knows not to give those carrion suits anything real upon which to snack. because she's been that girl - once. now? well. there's a reason she's sitting here with albert at the sideline, and her husband is circling some poor twenty-two year old. you're a man's supper, or his sniffed-at leftovers. "oh, it's a kind of work." she utters blandly, before craning her neck, and shooting him one dazzling smile - there's a cold fury burning beneath it. she despises to be wheeled out and put on display for no reason. at night she fascinates herself for hours with the idea of stealing away their girl-of-the-hour and leashing her as her own personal pet. "smile, darling." and then, she raises her wine glass to clink against his, a bitter little smirk curdling her face: here's to the toil. she drinks, and then bats the back of her hand against his forearm. "but, do tell me what is it that you've been working on lately." she's got a story or two for him in turn. no one here understands her need for better assistants than he. of that, there's little doubt. they both are as demanding as the other. it can only be to her advantage to have someone wealthy and cold like him onside anyway.

[woodcries-a]

she was a smart woman, despite what many would think, but try as she might, trying to read him was near impossible. one day he was rude and coarse to her when all she'd done was enter a room, the next he was upset that she dared to have dinner with another man. and while her instincts told her this, right here, was about sex. it should be anyway, but again, he liked to be unpredictable; to keep her always guessing and on her toes.

' there are other hotels. ones that could get us separate rooms. ' she stepped carefully around the bed, hand resting ideally on the tie keeping her dress together. as much as he might have liked it, she was a little tired of humiliating herself in front of him. for him.

sunday starter call / @uro6oros

[brutlist]

" triple dog dare you , @uro6oros . "

[woodcries-a]

' i'm not... i'm not drunk. ' did it make a difference? whenever she was around him she ended up flustered and red in the face without any plying required and now he was trying to act innocent. as if he wasn't the one getting upset when she spoke to other men or the one cornering her when they were alone.

' you're always dangling me around. ' her manicured nails dug into his shirt, too light to make much of an impression. trying to keep her languages straight only made it more difficult to express just what she was feeling. ' one minute, you're reprimanding me for getting too close and the next you're ruining my dates with other people. how do you expect me to feel? '

@uro6oros / continued from x

[heavenprotect]

⸻ @uro6oros sent. (wesker voice) date or pass and dont disappoint me

the redhead paused for a second before reaching down under the desk, pulled out a megaphone and turned it on. he leaned as close as he could, took a deep breath before outright yelling.

"PASS, YOU SUNGLASSES WEARING POTATO."