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When; This evening.
Rating; It depends; it could range from PG to R. Be warned.
Characters; Starting with Albert Wesker

viralexchange, the Doc

madsciencekink, the Captain

wolfsmercy, Tubalcain Alhambra

dandy_indeed, and the Major

warconductor . Others could be added.
Summary; Wesker meets with the Doctor; it's a log in process.
Log;

It was a slightly chilled evening and whether that was due to his own molecular composition or outside forces, he wasn't sure. It didn't bother him too much, however, though he did make note to button up the front of his cloth trench-coat. On a side note, he mentally remembered why he had dressed the way he had. He figured presentation was key in this whole affair and dressing to the dot would make some sort of impression. And if said impression would give him some sort of power in this backwater little city, he didn't mind putting more effort than usual into his appearance. Plus, power was something he was willing to flaunt his tail-feathers for anyway.

Under his arm was a leather-bound journal, full of the documents he had absconded with during the "Mansion Incident." It had detailed notes about the T-Virus and its manipulation to create such things as Lisa Trevor, the MA-121 products, Cerberus, and of course, the Tyrant. The individual he had spoken to seemed terribly interested in that sort of thing, so why not send his saliva glands wild? He knew how scientists worked, especially those incredibly obsessed with a certain goal - Birkin had been the same before his death and anything pertaining to his interests admitted a certain "drool" factor to the young man. Hopefully, Albert's hypothesis would apply to this "Doc" fellow as well. Hopefully.

Wesker adjusted his shades and eyed the skies for the zeppelin. It was in plain sight. However, as he waited, he became terribly curious as to who was going to escort him to the aircraft.

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The small pin-prick was gone in a matter of seconds. Ah, the wonders of the T-Virus. Wesker had merely forgotten how quickly he healed.

"And I would rather not go to war. And trust me, I am far better suited on your side."

The Tyrant smiled and pushed his sleeve back down.

Doc took the precious samples. One to be frozen for later use, another to have a droplet withdrawn to be placed under the microscope. So much to do. So much to learn. So many possibilities. It was a chore, now, to remember the niceties of interacting with someone other than a test subject.

"I agree," he said, trying not to sound too absent. "You have already brought us something priceless." Quid pro quo, right? "What are you hoping to get from Millennium?"

"Mn. We'll see what your Major would want from me first before I start listing off demands. However-" He replaced his shades. "A place to reside in without fear of having my own test subjects or myself bothered would be wonderful." He made a gesture, by looking around the area. "And you have such an expansive area for a man like me to prowl in."

Albert slipped the lab coat off and pulled his trench coat into his grasp. "I wouldn't mind ammunition on occasion, though, I bet I could find something to fill my Lugers."

He slipped his sleeves into the jacket and pulled out his gloves.

"We shall see what happens when I talk to your superior. Who knows - this may be the last time we speak, Doc. Or maybe not.."

He shoved a hand into his pocket removed a pocket watch. Pressing a button on the side, he checked the time.

"Still listening, Major? I would like to make a request to see you in five minutes. Would that do you well?"

"Of course," the disembodied voice said. "If the professor can spare you."

Doc was already flicking through his glasses' lenses and leaning toward the eyepieces of his microscope. He waved a hand. "Yes, of course, Major. Thank you, Herr Wesker, it has been a pleasure."

"Quite the pleasure." Albert purred again as he popped the collar to his coat. "Good evening, Doctor."

He paused in the door frame. "Before I go, I should probably ask where it is I am supposed to go."

"Alhambra or one of the others will escort you. We wouldn't want you getting lost." The Deus Ex Machina II was enormous, after all. It sounded nicer than the obvious security concerns. Didn't it?

Whatever. Doc was already getting drawn back into the microscopic world.

"Indeed." Wesker snorted as he slithered into the hallway and awaited his escort. He felt like he was being passed around and, in truth, it was slightly like that. But he didn't mind much - he was a man of patience after all. As long as he got what he want, he would stay as long as he needed to or as long as he guests wanted him around.

Alhambra straightened himself up, took off his hat, and bowed. "I'll take you to the interior. The Captain has business elsewhere and is... not much of a talker."

Wesker followed in behind Alhambra. "Whatever makes the group more comfortable. Lead the way, sir."

The Dandy replaced his hat and motioned for Wesker to follow him. "The Doctor told you what I am, then?"

Albert arched a brow. "Indeed, he did. Why, does it bother you?"

Tublicain laughed. "Not at all. I was just curious as to how... open you were to the supernatural."

The Tyrant made a noise at the back of his throat. "I'm open to anything; trust me, while I may have not seen such things as vampires and what have you, I have seen plenty in my life time to turn even the most sane minds numb."

Tublicain laughed and held up his hands. Cards appeared out from behind his arms, flying through the air between his two hands. He selected one and handed it to Wesker before turning and bowing, indicating the door. "The Major's waiting."

_{[[OOC: It's a joker]]}

The card was eyed and pocketed. An odd fellow, but if the card was supposed to be mocking his intellect, Albert Wesker could only scoff. Though, he figured it to have some deeper meaning - if the Doc and the Major were working with such childish hosts, then he had made a grave mistake indeed. He hoped this fellow was far more sophisticated than that - he did hate people who tried to put on some sort of act.

But he said nothing to his companion nor did he make any gesture towards the card that was easily visible. Instead, he just slipped through the door and sighed; he was starting to get a royal headache all of a sudden. Perhaps a meal would do after he concluded business.

"That will be all Tublicain," the Major said from his command chair.

The Major's command room consisted almost entirely of one thing. Monitors. Banks and banks of monitors, all full of information, ever changing, ever shifting. Some of it real, some of it a blind. Maps, readouts, the flow of the network.

Lots of information. And one monitor, a map with lines being drawn over it. The Major placed his stylus on the table next to a cup of coca, swiveled the chair around, and smiled. "Guten tag, Herr Wesker."

All the monitors, all the maps, readouts - everything looked just like his complex back home. He had almost the exact set-up the Major had and that just caused him to mentally chuckle. Oh, how odd things were in this city - it seemed, everywhere he went, either family history was biting at his heels or his own mannerisms were being reflected back to him from one citizen or another; first the Doc, now the Major. He would have to have a long conversation with a bottle of brandy when he returned to the depths of the warehouse. There were many things to think about, but not now.

"Guten Tag, Herr Major." Wesker made sure to shut the door behind him as he padded inside. His heels clattered softly against the floor as he gave room between himself and the man seated in the chair. "I do hope this is a good time."

The Major lifted a remote and hit a button, causing many of the screens to wink into a larger map of the city, various legends and arrows drawn all over. "It is always a good time. Particularly one who fascinates the Doctor so much. Please, can I get you something?"

"I am quite fine, thank you." Wesker's lips fell at a thin line as he examined the maps; the Major had everything at his fingertips when Albert did not. And oh, was the Tyrant jealous at this.

"Quite the complex you have here; I'm sure you heard and saw the entirety of the conversation in the laboratory, so should I cut right to the chase?"

"It would have been rather difficult not to," the Major said. "Let us... cut to the chase, then."

Wesker suddenly started closing the gap between himself and the other man. "I have given the Doctor a sample of my blood and the research I have compiled under the Umbrella Corporation. I am a man of ambition and I am not going to say that I'm not intrigued by your people, because that would be a flat out lie." He stopped a few feet from the Major and stood with his arms clasped behind his back.

"But I am one man in this city - one man that doesn't feel like working alone. I know you have plenty of capable soldiers on board, but I am offering you an alliance. I will hand over some of my research and what ever I can gather if you will grant me a place on your fine establishment. Of course, if you would rather me gone, I can disappear just as easily, no strings attached."

And there, in the ever-stagnant air, the Tyrant once again waited. But before the Major could reply, he made sure to add in his last two cents.

"The choice will always be yours, but from my understanding, there will be plenty of people who would find your establishment most...unfitting."

The Major kept the same smile he had before, a small smirk that quirked his face, eyes hidden behind a trick of light on the glasses. God or the Devil only knew what was going on behind them. Or perhaps they didn't and that was really the entire point. "Our former party affiliation does not win friends. Or... perhaps it does in its own odd way. If our goals and our methods and our... former party affiliation do not concern you, then there your goals and methods and former affiliations do not concern me. Will you require assistance in moving?"

The Tyrant shook his head. "I do not care what party you're are associated with; goals are goals and if they happen to coincide, then I do not care what flag you wave as long as you know that I will be doing other work on the side." He licked his lower lip and casually bowed his head in respect.

"I only have an SUV with a few things in the back. I will require a containment room for two living specimens, unless you do not mind them living with me. I warn you though, they are quite attached to me. They are docile enough in retrospect, however."

"We have quite a few containment rooms for our own restless dead," the Major said. He hit a button again and a printer in the bank of equipment spat out paper. The Major stood up and retrieved it. "Here. The area marked will be yours. The Captain can help you with any heavy lifting."