#xd002.

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@tetramulti || well well well if it isn't the actions of my consequences--

The elevator doors open.

Lovrina struts out, eyes glued to the screen of her P★DA as she roams down the hall. Tutu follows close behind, sticking close to her master. She's seemed off since the Adam incident. More jumpy. More... downtrodden?

Probably nothing to worry about. It was like when XD001 had those teething issues after the S. S. Libra attack. That was temporary. She found a fix to that.

Tutu was the least of her problems right now, though. Just look at these readings! Ohhh, she's seen Reverse Mode in action, but this is different. Off the charts, even. She'd be frankly more impressed if her fellow traitors recent hires weren't suddenly dropping off as well.

Like this guy.

She frowns at the body underneath her feet and kicks him aside as she strolls around him. What a waste. It's not worth dirtying her platform heels for him.

"Ohhhh, Bee-Eff~!" Lovrina makes a few kissy noises as she reaches for the Tera Orb. Tutu freezes up, watching her master closely as they round the corner. "Bee-Eff, where aaaare you?"

"Can we, like, sidebar for a hot sec-?"

Why is it so quiet.

Why is it so quiet.

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@tetramulti || consider this revenge for the under the umbrella event

"Oh, Weskeeeeer~!"

Ah, right on time. The pink sleep paralysis demon herself struts into the halls of the Umbrella facility, having just bragged to the security guard on duty that yes, she did have proper clearance, and yes, she was personally invited here by none other than Albert Wesker himself. After weeks of planning, spamming his messages, and finally having to drop the cutesy facade and speak plainly, Lovrina finally had gotten right where she wanted.

Where did Naps get off on telling her she was in over her head? She so had a handle on this. Especially given she wasn't alone.

An odd creature, not too unlike Red Stain and Trojan Fox, sits curiously in her large beach tote bag she carries over her shoulder. It was a rare gem of its species, purple and pink instead of blue and pink. Yet, something about its hollow-eyed stare and overly calm attitude seemed oddly perturbing to the dozens of scientists watching as they passed by. Something about how those eyes stared deep into their very souls, watching and waiting for some kind of weakness before striking like a true apex predator.

Lovrina didn't seem to care, though. Tutu the Sylveon was just extremely well trained and adorable... right?

When she finally saunters in the lab, the man of the hour looks like he's just finished recording something. He's watching some kind of ugly overgrown Eevee-looking thing inside a tube. Lovrina purses her lips as she studies the half-liquid canine. Tutu reaches a paw out and pads at the glass, the way a Delcatty does before it closes in on its prey.

"I told you I'd find you." She smirks, satisfied. "Hopped on a plane as soon as I saw our little Cadaver lose his marbles in the groupchat."

"And how are your new pets treating you so far?" She turns to the glass and stares right at the sedated canine.

"Well? Are you behaving for your daddy?"

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The printer chugs along.

Lovrina hums to herself as she watches copy after copy of Umbrella records slide out of the printer. All of Wesker's logs, experiment schematics, capture and containment protocols... even some older files, all with modified dates of retrieval. Tutu sits patiently by a taped-up security camera, washing her paws as she waits. Even still, Lovrina could only marvel at how easy this all was.

False Prophet, so soon after dying, had insisted on making himself a prime target again. And he took her precious Bitter Fox with her.

Well, that was just fine. It gave her all the ammunition she needed to work behind his back.

Operation Leech Seed was well under way. Lovrina had made her rounds across Wesker's employees, looking for the ones who she could tell were easiest to target. The deserters after Wesker's death and Sea Angel's creators were a good start, but if Cipher was to come back, she needed more. Whether they were there under duress or disloyal enough to take a better deal, Lovrina would be there with a smile and an under-the-table offer.

One little problem, however, still remained. First Man was loyal. Frustratingly loyal. He needed a different approach.

And luckily, he was out of town as well.

Lovrina takes the documents, stacks them, encloses them in an envelope. She safely ejects her new flash drive and snaps it back in its case, concealed as a tube of lipstick. Some of these were important documents.

Shame they were about to fall into her hands.

She steps away from the printer and gives Tutu a nod. Without hesitation, the Sylveon rips the tape off the camera and hops down to her feet, trotting by her side.

"Well, Tutu, that's that." She giggled disarmingly. "We should so take a little detour and stop by Adam's desk."

"Maybe he should totally think twice about the passwords he sets next time."