Dr. Frederic Downing (AP)

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When you’ve been gone so long that you don’t remember half of what you wanted to do and you’re just watching everyone else trying to get a feel for what you wanna do. And then you just keep falling into this repeating process that never stops and you never getoffthegroundandyouAREJUSTOVERHERESCREAMINGINGINTOTHEVOIDBECAUSEWHENWASTHELASTTIMEYOUEVENWROTE!?!?!?!?!!?!

I’m cool. It’s all cool. Everything is cool.

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So like... I'm not saying I'm going to be active here soon but like...

Catch me here and at @activecamouflage and @triplestrain

I'll be posting starter calls one I can get in the swing of things. Be patient with me plz. <3

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I feel like this year may be special… Don’t you, ALEXIA?

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         “You know, Doctor Downing, had Umbrella caught you then you would have been sent to me.” Opening words delivered with a small smile and a bit of a giggle. The Ashford boy doesn’t offer his hand to one whose name means NOTHING. “It wouldn’t have been very pleasant for you! My name is Alfred Ashford, brother of Alexia Ashford. Shall we?”

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“Yes, well, I am coincidentally far smarter than to have made my move when Umbrella had still present a threat. I am no stranger to bidding my time, Alfred, and awaiting the perfect moment.” He’d still misstepped, though, hadn’t he? --it was why he’d spent all those years locked away in prison. “So Rockfort then, yes?” He’d made it his business to learn and educate himself on things he had missed since he’d left the company. Dipping his fingers here and there into business that when it was relevant had nothing to do with him. What did he care, truly? He was a researcher and his betrayal came when he’d been alerted to the start of the fall. He’d been tipped off by Albert as it was-- it was why he was able to get his hands on the samples of the T and G strains. He wasn’t ignorant- he wasn’t stupid-- Hell-- he would have gone far further if it weren’t for his underestimating Claire Redfield. Clever woman that she was.

An introduction with no signs of a desire to show respect-- he makes a mental note at the rather rude display, but doesn’t give the satisfaction that it bothers him. In fact, Alfred is met with a warm and charming smile, the very action lighting up every aspect of Frederic’s face. Animals bare teeth as a sign of aggression, Alfred- how coincidental that such a gesture has taken such a different meaning in humans. “A pleasure, Alfred, I assure you-- and please, Frederic. Titles and formalities are quite unnecessary. I may have earned my degree- but position and title aren’t the only things that define me.” A beat, “--but, yes, please. Do lead on--” He wondered how long it would take, if he kept being pleasant, before Alfred was bothered that his own micro-aggressions and mind games were seemingly falling flat-- or if he’d simply eat up the attention and faux respect he was planning to offer. Ah, what a fun game this was.

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People That Give Me Hope: Anderson Cooper

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urobouros replied to your post: When you know you’re about to get exactly what you...

being punched in the face by a redfield is a rite of passage.

But I can’t be punched in the face. That’s where my pretty lives. :C

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When you know you’re about to get exactly what you deserve.

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Starter anyone?

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urobouros:

IT WAS DIFFICULT TO GAUGE LOYALTIES after all that had occurred over the near two decades since they had last conversed. After all, was it not basic human nature to adapt in dark times, to seek the light as moths to flame no matter what choices sat awaiting them? Raccoon City had been the end for over one hundred thousand human beings, a genocide conducted by the very government the town paid tax to – in the same vein, said event had been an all new beginning for a select few. As all manner of airborne and underground transportation carried survivors away from the doomed hellscape, Albert had known that news of his supposed ‘death’ back at the Arklay facility would remain short-lived. Warning Frederic to abandon the establishment in a timely fashion prior to the stint with S.T.A.R.S. had carried significant purpose; yes, the scientist had been one of the tolerable few he had chosen to associate with back then, however, Downing had in addition possessed a certain aptitude for matters of import that others simply did not. 

His activity with WilPharma leading up to and in 2005 had already proven that theory – the problem lied in the fact that he had been caught executing his vision before it could be achieved. Human testing was a double-edged sword, such matters, under intense and growing scrutiny thereafter the original outbreak, would have to be handled appropriately and with a discretion beyond the usual methods.   

“You absolutely are not, Frederic, however, I know you will see this as a more suitable option than returning back to prison.” He drawled coolly, taking note of the hope lacing the other man’s tone – ah, such a concept, novel in this day and age when warfare was at its peak, and bioterrorism had aptly become a dictionary-defined term. The man before him had actively contributed to it, but Albert’s empathy for the victims was nigh non-existent: the ends justified the means, after all. Some would have to die for others to live, and natural selection would have its way in the end.

“Brilliance akin to yours is rare these days. It is in the best interest of things that you remain here, rather than wasting away under the government’s hypocritical scrutiny.” A small smile, then, “And I know you missed your work. Here, you will be able to put your brain to proper use once again – twelve years was far too long a vacation, Doctor.”

Ah, that put a pleased look on his face now, didn’t it. Praise-- something he hadn’t heard much of from several years. --and he certainly did bask in it. That smile returns to his features, cracking his lips in a smarmy and pleased grin. “Come now, Albert, brilliance akin to mine isn’t rare-- it never has been. It’s a trait that seems like a dime a dozen these days more than ever-- however having the means doesn’t necessarily equate to having the ends. I could be the smartest man alive-- but without will, drive, direction, and desire? Well-- brilliance alone doesn’t make the man.” He hums gently-- relaxing his body. “That being said... you’re certainly right, I have missed my work. Toying with formulas in my head and not having the ability to play them out. It was a tease, you know-- luckily I have quite the memory. --Rusty from vacation or not.” A soft hum as he watched the other man, “You needn’t try to make more offers or anything to sweeten the one currently standing. Freedom from my containment and a chance to do what I love again? You are offering me a slice of heaven in its purest form. --I accept.”

He’d always kept hope that Albert was alive-- always hoped that when note of anything stirred in a favor that his old... well, he wasn’t quite a friend back then, was he? But he certainly was someone that Frederic had admired. Enough so that he had taken purposeful portions out of his day to spend time with the other man when they had breaks from their work that lined up. He liked to listen to the other man’s ideals and passion-- it was a refreshing take from others who were certainly only in their position for nothing more than a paycheck. --something that always had left a sour taste in Frederic’s mouth. But Wesker? There was something that the two of them could bond over-- that mutual love of science and what they did. It was easy to say that either man was married to the job-- ah speaking of that...

“I’m sure it’s a stretch to ask-- but was there a chance that you recovered my wedding ring?” --it was going to be a weird conversation, no doubt. The ring wasn’t truly tied to any sort of civil union. It was simply symbolic-- he was married, alright. Married to his work and his research. It worked as a wonderful distraction to keep people from pursuing him in any capacity outside of work. Though, even he wasn’t beyond such when it came to particular people. But that’s why a truthful explanation would always be in order if he asked, “Not entirely a problem if there wasn’t time or ability, of course.”

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UMBRELLA, WILPHARMA, AND TRICELL. A triumvirate that sat at the very top, reigning over the rest of the world’s pharmaceutical companies with Umbrella upon the throne as King. Ozwell E. Spencer’s Europe-based multinational conglomerate headed the Federation of Pharmaceutical Companies for a little less than a half-century until its collapse in 2003, a long-intended execution of Goliath at the hands of David. The fierce competition between the three companies had allowed for significant advancements made in the medical industry, along with a number of pitfalls along the way due to internal corruption and illegal bioweapons testing. It certainly did not take long for the second place competitor, WilPharma, to step up to the plate and replace its predecessor, with Tricell looking on and scheming bloody murder in the shadows. 

The proverbial domino effect would continue eventually, when the debacle behind WilPharma’s game-changing T-vaccine was exposed to the public, inciting riots and investigation by TerraSave – with threats of further investigation by the ICC being made by the NGO in order for WilPharma to release critical information regarding the human testing of the vaccine in India.

DECEMBER 2017, 0100 HRS. UNDOCUMENTED BASE.

Twelve years had passed since the Harvardville incident of 2005. Breaking an old associate out of the penitentiary and freeing him from what could easily be a life sentence had been on the easier end of deeds accomplished, all things considered. As the man before him would gradually come to, the tyrant waited in silence for Frederic Downing’s perceptive ability to fully return before addressing him. 

“Dr. Downing. Your freedom from the custody of the state, for a deal.” 

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Everyday had been exactly the same as he toiled through his life in prison. Twelve years. Twelve God damned years that he had to sit well behaved in a maximum security prison. Watching his back as he feared the worst from inmates and personnel-- it would seem that with Umbrella’s meddling with bioweaponry and the incident in Raccoon City (among other things) had affected a wide enough scope of the world’s populace that those who were incarcerated with him had been out for his blood. Perhaps, however, that’s why there was some solace in solitary confinement-- where he spent perhaps 11 of his 12 years in the penitentiary. Where he could dwell within his thoughts and find a release from the Hell he’d been placed- as it were... short from a lobotomy? They wouldn’t be able to take his greatest weapon and asset from him. 

Sometimes he half wondered if the guards were in on the whole thing- the beatings and ill treatment- no, in fact he was positive they were-- along with the warden. He was probably still sporting fresh bruises and lacerations from his latest scuffle with his handlers. He almost felt like he wasn’t going to get up after this one- it burned every time that he breather. But in a way? They were badges. Badges he proudly wore for the sake of the work that he had dedicated his life to- he stood by his actions and his convictions... and no amount of brutality would have taken that from him.

But with all this considered? There was no denying feeling of relief and comfort when he came to and was greeted with a face, a friendly face even, that he hadn’t seen in person since-- dear lord had it truly been nearly two decades? Had it truly been so long ago that he’d escaped Raccoon City with the virus samples and a tip from this very man that things were about to go very awry. It took far longer than he’d like to admit for him to regain his composure- for him to process this ghost from his past.

A welcome ghost, there was no doubting that-- but as far as he was aware? Albert Wesker was deceased- not that he had believed that for a moment. Oh, but the things that the mind conjured when one is alone for as much as twenty-two hours of the day. To say he was relieved-- elated, even, was an understatement... there was no one who could have been standing in the other man’s place that would have made him felt happier-- felt more at ease.

“Albert...?” His throat felt dry-- his head swimming and for a moment he offers a smile until he actually hears what the other man said- until he offers a neutral and well guarded expression. “A deal, Dr. Wesker? --I don’t think I’m truly in a place to bargain, am I?” Of course he would say yes- something that Albert must have known before he even presented the idea. But perhaps he thought things had changed after all this time--

Something that the smile on Frederic’s face only moments ago proved otherwise.

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Diya. Why didn’t you stop me? :C

lol JK no stopping me