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When; Tomorrow; the only reason I have it up today is because, well, tomorrow is Thanksgiving and most of us will probably be busy with the holiday's festivities. <3? Hope that's all right.
Rating; Probably PG to PG-13; it shouldn't be too brutal. But then, Wesker has interesting bed mates as it were. Who knows!
Characters; Whoever wishes to pop over that was able to see this post.
Summary; Wesker has a Thanksgiving banquet and entertains some very interesting guests; he'll probably get some business propositions in there and y'know, be the sneak he always is.
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The lights had been dropped in the penthouse suite as to accommodate the wide array of guests he would be having for this evening's festivities. Most of his guest list consisted of those whom festered in the darkest regions of the world - it seemed only fitting that they get first pick as to how the area was arranged and Albert took that to heart. Besides, he had certain ties to those individuals and nothing good would come of making them feel uncomfortable.

At the entrance to his abode, the Tyrant had neatly set out three separate boxes of fine cigars; they were all fanned out in the cedar-wood containers, ready for his guests to snag a few on the way in. There would be time for smoking and a hefty talks this evening after the food was consumed, so Albert did the most aristocratic thing he could possible come up with. Beside the cigars were small tins of cigarillos and clove cigarettes for those of the other persuasion; they were neatly opened and fanned out at the display tray according to flavoring.

Beyond that, the penthouse opened up into a living space fit with a step-down living area and fireplace. Curving around that was a neat horse-shoe like shape, opening up to the kitchen area and finally out into the grand dining hall. The dining hall, unlike the rest of the living space, was completely shrouded in darkness, save for the slivers of light that came in through the balcony windows to the side. A fine living space, indeed, for a business man to hold a feast.

But that business man was tending to his own needs as he waited for his guests. Outside on the balcony was Albert Wesker. He was dawning a fine double-breasted suit and his usual pair of shades. In one hand was a thin cigarillo which had been recently lit by the looks of it and in his left ear was a small ear-piece which connected down through a chord that disappeared at the back of his collared under-shirt. Whatever that was for was unknown, but Albert could not help but to fiddle with it from time to time.

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[thunderwitch.livejournal.com]

Cirucci Thunderwitch was not quite sure what she felt about Albert Wesker. Honestly, she felt nothing for Albert Wesker. He was an amusement, to pass her time, via Light. Rather, Light could always be counted on to provide things to entertain her, and she had been quite bored. Sagara Sousuke, Albert Wesker, and Commander Vimes.

Watch them. Find out if they had any contact with L.

Amusing.

"Wesker~?" The Arrancar knocked politely on the door, smoothing down the short white dress she'd donned in favor of her usual uniform. After all, this was a holiday, but, even still, the sensual woman couldn't stand to dress less scantily than she usually did.

And this sort of information digging wasn't really suited to prudish clothing anyway.

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Wesker adjusted himself before snuffing out the cigar on the railing. Then, slithering into the depths of his home, he wandered towards the door and casually entered in a code on a keypad on the side. It was then that the door snapped open, revealing his first guest.

"Ah, Cirucci, a pleasure as always." He purred. "Do make yourself at home - you're the first to arrive."

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"Why, I'm so put out~" Cirucci mock pouted for a moment, changing to a smirk and shrugging. "I do so try to be fashionably late~ Whoops~" The Privaron brushed past him into the penthouse, idly brushing her fingers over his chest as she did, a suggestion, a hint, an offer, however he would take it.

"Smells interesting in here~" She commented, looking about carefully, calculating, reiatsu thrumming.

[princeofknaves.livejournal.com]

The Joker was never one to disappoint in any matter that he had expressed interest in, and this was no different. He had met many different scientists in his lifetimes -- mad doctors, strange alchemists, fear-mongers and even soul peddlers -- but Wesker was somehow...different. He could feel it even without the help of his powers, and that, in this City, it seemed, was saying something.

He made his way through the doorway just as the other woman brushed passed their host, his lips drawn up in a tight smile. "Well, I suppose we finally meet in person, dear Tyrant~"

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The Tyrant's eyes gave a quick flash as the woman touched his chest - he was not accustomed to such gestures and to get it from a guest he had only had a quick meeting with? It was enough to make the instincts in him bristle. But soon, the hairs fell as a second guest arrived.

"Ah, you must be the Joker." Wesker extended his leather-clad hand towards the new arrival. "Do make yourself at home, my friend."

[thunderwitch.livejournal.com]

Bristle, bristle~ She could sense it, in him, if only that she could sense men. Feel them out, and she made a note not to be entirely too bold. With a flippant toss of her hair, she flounced to a seat, crossing bared legs and eying the other cautiously, one finger rubbing over the tear mark on her face.

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Wrath walked in carrying several crock-pots, and looked around the room. Some guests had obviously arrived, but there seemed to be an odd tension in the room.

"Um, excuse me. Is everything all right in here?"

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"You must excuse me, I have been without many guests for such a long time." Wesker began as he gently pushed up his shades. "Because of that, I cannot help but feel a little uncomfortable." Whether that was a lie or the truth, it was hard to tell - the Tyrant in him was territorial and the fact that the Arrancar had just so easily popped his comfort bubble was startling to his less-than-human instincts. He knew it was foolish, but still - no one made moves like that on him anymore and he preferred it that way.

"So, King, everything is quite fine. I'm just being territorial.." His thick accent rumbled in his throat as he talked. "Sometimes, we just can't control the animal in us, as it were."

With that, he parted from the door and sauntered towards the kitchen to grab the first round of refreshments; thankfully, he had a little partner (http://img407.imageshack.us/img407/2729/hunterrc4.jpg) to help him do the job.

As Wesker disappeared around the horse-shoe, a small gurgle erupted from the kitchen. It sounded like a series of clicks, almost like someone was blowing into a children's toy. But soon, the clicks became a bit louder and following that was, what sounded like, nails scraping against the floor. Then, from around the bend, came a large reptilian-like creature. It's yellow eyes were wild as it stopped near the edge of the living room and let out a loud screech as it saw the guests.

Trailing behind the creature was Albert with a bowl of fruit in one hand and an assortment of smoked meat in the other. "Don't mind him," he said, trying not to smile. "He's quite tame."

The beast turned as it saw Wesker and made a run for him. The Tyrant just grinned and as the reptile came within range, he bent his head down to meet it eye to eye. The little beast stopped and just let out a soft gurgle before rubbing its face against Wesker's cheek.

"I have trained it to recognize me and to be quite affectionate - funny what a little gene manipulation can do.." With that, he stepped away from the creature and sat down the refreshments. "What would you all like for beverages? Wine?"

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"..." Cirucci idly uncrossed her legs, only to recross them in a flash of thigh, propping her chin on one palm, one finger at her bottom lip with an odd expression on her face, watching the little creature with something like disdain, and mild disgust.

"If I didn't know better I'd think Szayel Aporro had made that." She commented with a flick of her dark curls, just a murmur, before she rose, gave a fake, yet, she was a good actress, most of her was fake and one may could never know, indulgent smile to the other guests, a slight curtsy in short dress, before talon like nails snaked out to spear a piece of fruit, licking idly.

"I don't take too kindly to alcohol, Wesker~ I'm a lightweight. Water, plase?~"

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"As you wish - ice or none?" He had noted the distaste and he could only smile - if she did not like the Hunter, he could only imagine her disdain for himself. But the Tyrant paid it little mind at the moment. The Hunter was used for a test to see just how accepting his guests were; it seemed he would have to continue to live his lie if not just to appease a certain demographic of the City's citizens.

"Unfortunately this is a creature born from the Umbrella Corporation, I am sorry to say."

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"Ice, if you don't mind?~" She had no idea of anything of his world, which was a problem she recognized. Then again, she knew little of the worlds of any of the three men she was supposed to insinuate herself with. But, all she had to know was L, if they had contact with L.

Shouldn't be too hard, unless one of them turned out gay, she figured.

"Umbrella?" She queried, it was a reasonable curiosity, not too out of place, bending to crouch, arranging dress, to eye the beast.

"It looks like the Octava's little roly-poly servants, somewhat. Lumina and Verona."

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"Ice it is, then." Again, he disappeared and return moments later with a crystalline glass filled to the brim with water and neatly-cut cubes of ice. It was handed off to the woman as Wesker sauntered back into the living room and had himself a seat.

"Umbrella is none of your concern - they faded out a long time ago. A shame, really. Terrible mismanagement of their facilities.." To this, the Tyrant let a sneer come to his face and, in turn, showed off his set of canines.

"I have not met Lumina and Verona, so I wouldn't know."

[princeofknaves.livejournal.com]

The Joker had enough quite enough of trying to get the large creature that was serving them to blink -- or even respond, really -- to his jokes, so he too took a seat on the couch and simply listened. Anything that Wesker said could be of use, afterall.

"Sounds like you had a splendid time with this coporation, Wesk."

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Wesker made a noise in the back of his throat and frowned. "It isn't a topic for dinner conversation, I can assure you." The Joker was an interested character - he had never seen anyone try to actually make jokes with a Hunter before, so the scene was quite amusing.

"How about you two?" He eyed Bradley and the jester. "A drink?"

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The Joker filed away the noise in the back of his mind and then perked up into his usual clownish facade once Wesker mentioned alcohol. "Oh, yes. By all means bring the monster about~ I'd love to see it serve me a martini."

This would be fun.

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"Sounds the true shame." Cirucci provided, off handedly, shrugging a small shoulder. Painted lips caressed glass rim as she took a delicate sip, reclaiming a seat and recrossing her legs. "Mismanagement, that is." Not that he wouldn't talk about it. But then again, that had nothing to do with L, either. More's the pity.

"You don't want to." The Arrancar preened a bit vainly. "Only the most low functioning intelligence of Arrancar. Good for following orders, for helping the Octava and his whims, but not much else."

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So many words that should have made sense, but didn't. The Joker took the brandy that was offered to him and sipped, lightly, while he watched the Tyrant and this...woman? She didn't feel human, but then again not many in the City did.

Hm.

The Clown smirked. "They remind me of your average side-kick. All blind loyalty and barely any brain to back up the brawn."

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"The Hunter is a far more capable B.O.W than the rest; he knows his master, at least. I cannot say the same for the V-ACT subjects. Ah, but, as I said, it is not a matter to discuss at the dinner table."

He slid a hand through his hair in mild frustration; no one needed to know about Umbrella, not now at least. Until the Red Queen arrived, he had no business speaking about his former ties.

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And Light enters with his date for the evening, Megumi. Carrying a bottle of wine as a gift and dressed for the occasion, Light spots Albert and goes over to him with Megumi.

"Captain Wesker," he nods politely, offering the wine. "It's a beautiful spread that you've laid out for us. Ah, do accept this as a token of gratitude for having us over. This is my companion, Yamamura Megumi. Megumi, meet Captain Albert Wesker."

[roseblooms.livejournal.com]

So much festivity, it was all really exciting! After taking care of things at home, Light's invitation was a welcome one. Dressed accordingly herself (thank goodness for a self-selecting wardrobe!) she stays by her escort's side, tilting her head to a side when Light speaks to the man named Mr. Wesker.

"How do you do, Captain." She responds politely, her actions very English and ladylike in comparison to her Asian appearance. "What a lovely gathering!"

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"Ah, Mr. Yagami; good to see you could make it." Wesker nodded towards his commander than shifted his attention towards the woman. "A pleasure to have you my dear. Please, do have a seat."

As Light handed off the wine, the Tyrant gently grasped it within his leather-clad digits. "You are too kind, Warden. Can I get you both anything?"

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"I really would not have missed it for anything," Light responds easily, then chuckles a little as he surveys the guests fleetingly before looking back at him. "I see that you've settled in quite well."

He shakes his head slightly at the question. "Ah, we'll help ourselves, thank you. Did you do all this on your own?"

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"Mn. Indeed. With my hours cut for today, I could only busy myself with the furnishings of this..lovely abode." Wesker slithered away from Light and his lady friend and poured out a glass a brandy for himself. His lips to the side, he inhaled a bit of the rich liquor. The burning sensation caused him to shiver slightly, though it was a gesture only a true observer would catch.

"Dinner shall consist of your usual turkey, but I have cut fresh sashimi and sushi rolls for the first course; eel, smoked salmon, tuna, shrimp, and octopus have been cut and will be served in a few minutes. I also have bratwurst being prepared as we speak. So, relax and enjoy yourselves for the moment while I tweak the piano in the loft."

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She remained quiet politely, taking in the sight of the place they were in. It was a nice place, she had to admit, before her gaze fell on their host.

She was an observant person, owing to her own profession, and the shudder wasn't missed by her. Concern lined her brow, before she blinked and smiled quickly, not wanting to be rude and intrusive.

"Will you be performing tonight, Captain?"

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"I intend to play a bit of jazz, yes. I did say I was providing entertainment, did I not?" The Captain turned his gaze to the woman and smiled. "I shall return momentarily."