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tampered2007-11-23 08:55 pm
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LOG: Ongoing
When; November 23rd, 2007
Rating; PG-13 to R, depending on how these two get.
Characters; Albert Wesker (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
viralexchange) and Chronica (throttle)
Summary; Just another run-in that's going along as a plot.
Log;
It was going well. Chronica had no doubt that if she lacked the physical tenacity as a human would have, holding the two jobs she had would have been rather complicated. However, holding her positions as manager to Ryuichi and intelligence agent for Albert Wesker was easy enough when it came to time management. It was simply gathering worthwhile information that would please the bastard that Chronica found a hard time in. And that was what provoked her to descend to the lower levels of the City. With the right weapon, that she actually convinced an Underground gunsmith to make with her guidance, she tended to explore the second level on occassion, though she only bothered to listen, not speak.
This night, however, was soon interrupted by that feeling again. That feeling that caused the blonde plant to stop in her tracks and cause her face to go still with broadening eyes as she went to pinpoint it with her diagnostic abilities. It was a distinct signature of her second employer's, Albert Wesker. All too soon, she was on top of it, approaching the entity from behind that gave off those bizarre vibes that she just could not seem to pinpoint when it came to identifying his genetics.
"...Wesker," she said as she came into earshot for her soft voice.
Rating; PG-13 to R, depending on how these two get.
Characters; Albert Wesker (
viralexchange) and Chronica (throttle)Summary; Just another run-in that's going along as a plot.
Log;
It was going well. Chronica had no doubt that if she lacked the physical tenacity as a human would have, holding the two jobs she had would have been rather complicated. However, holding her positions as manager to Ryuichi and intelligence agent for Albert Wesker was easy enough when it came to time management. It was simply gathering worthwhile information that would please the bastard that Chronica found a hard time in. And that was what provoked her to descend to the lower levels of the City. With the right weapon, that she actually convinced an Underground gunsmith to make with her guidance, she tended to explore the second level on occassion, though she only bothered to listen, not speak.
This night, however, was soon interrupted by that feeling again. That feeling that caused the blonde plant to stop in her tracks and cause her face to go still with broadening eyes as she went to pinpoint it with her diagnostic abilities. It was a distinct signature of her second employer's, Albert Wesker. All too soon, she was on top of it, approaching the entity from behind that gave off those bizarre vibes that she just could not seem to pinpoint when it came to identifying his genetics.
"...Wesker," she said as she came into earshot for her soft voice.