LOG: Ongoing

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When; November 23rd, 2007
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.
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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.

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He needed time to himself - that was the sole reason he had left both the Zeppelin and the penthouse this evening. He had to get out and away from the world of human rule and civility. Having all those guests over, having that woman touch him - it had flared up the Tyrant in him and he was taking his frustrations out on a few vermin down in the Underground minutes before Chronica's arrival. He could smell the blood on him still and he didn't care - he had excuses ready and he planned to use them.

But Chronica was not the individual he was expecting and it made him terribly angry to find out she was the one that had come for a visit. She already disliked him as it was and he wasn't too keen on her either.

"Seems I have a stalker.." The Tyrant purred. "Miss Chronica, do you fancy me or something? I would have never expected a soul like you to be down here at this time of the night." He wasn't in uniform; he had taken to his usual turtleneck and suit along with a leather trench coat with a propped up collar.

"I had a run in with a pesky little individual." The coppery smell was thick in the air. "I had to shoot him; he must have been one of those vampires that the Warden warned about. I've been tracking him down."

He clicked the safety to his nine-millimeter and quickly began unscrewing the silencer at the barrel's end. "If I had been bitten, it would have been the end of me.." He sneered slightly at this - it was far more likely that, had he run into a vampire and had it bitten him, they would be in far worse shape then himself. He was infected, after all. It only took one drop of blood to make the body miserable.

"So," he turned to the woman as he placed the gun into a shoulder holster. "What brings you down here anyway?"

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"Which would explain the silencer," Chronica said very calmly, quirking a knowing eyebrow up at him as she watched him unscrew and take care of the extension of his piece. It was pointed out as a means for him to at least understand that she wasn't stupid in the slightest; rather conscious and observant, as a matter of fact. Obviously, there was forethought to the killing if there was a silencer involved.

After his piece was placed out of sight, she looked to his face to answer his question. "Gathering intelligence for our next meeting. After all, that's what I'm being paid for, isn't it?"

Her hand rested onto the holstered weapon she kept strapped to her right thigh in a rather calm, non-threatening motion. As though to adjust herself comfortably. "However, I detected your presence in the vicinity, and felt it pertinent to report my location so that... no toes would be stepped on, you see."

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"Old habits; I'm used to killing things that follow the sound of a gunshot. I couldn't be too careful." The Tyrant preened. "But, should you suspect me of foul play, by means, dear heart, shoot me. You have my word and nothing more, so suspicion is instinctual."

Albert grabbed a flashlight on his belt and shined it down the corridor. "Well, you haven't cracked any of my toes. Do you wish to join me or are you going to take me in for questioning?"

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...Chronica could never be more insistent about how much she just did not trust that man. The fact that she couldn't read him in a basic physical analysis with everything she had built into her very genes to do so was distressing enough, but his behavior was just...

With a slow nod, she consented to the invitation. Best to keep him in her sights. The bastard knew that that she did, in fact, have his word and nothing more. Back home, blood on the body was enough to take them in. However, there were so many situations in which termination of life was perfectly acceptable, and his claim was amongst them.

"After you, then, sir." It was said with a wave. She didn't want him behind her. "However, a mission objective would be appreciated."

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"Objective is to keep the City tight - to keep things comfortable for all the citizens, but not to the point that they can just blatantly disregard rules. As you can see, there is disarray here; the very fact that I had to fend myself with a firearm this evening is proof of that. Certain people are beginning to fall into a panic - should we let this go unchecked, devastation lies ahead." He took the lead; no need to make the woman feel more uncomfortable than she already was.

"I want you to keep an eye out for activity particularly in the evening. It seems the creeps come out then."

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"Agreed. However..." She started after him, silently removing the upper strap to the harness that held her gun in place for a quick drawl of it. It was a complicated blend of futuristic and Victorian-Western; certainly nothing heard of from centuries before her, and was enhanced by her own hands following its construction. It was custom to her hands, and to her genes.

"...one might say your words better suited for a politician's work than special forces, Mr. Wesker."

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The Tyrant stopped. "I haven't been on the force in quite some time, so you're going to have to excuse my language. If you have anything you'd like to say, feel free to say it. I plan to institute my own program as a means to deal with things such as the witch trials that happened before I landed here."

He pivoted on his heel and frowned at the plant. "May I ask you a personal question? Are you uncomfortable around me?"

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"Which is more than it seems the warden has done since he was put into position."

Chronica blinked at how forward he was with the question, and due to her being unable to analyze him, she couldn't detect his level of sincerity. But it was an honest question, and Chronica had no issue expressing her answer. "I contain the ability to read various elements of living entities based off of varying diagnostics I can begin within moments of coming into contact with them, if even simply eyeshot contact. I am unable to do this with you."

She stopped there. Surely that would explain it for him; he was so very intelligent.

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"Mn. I suppose you want an explanation then?" Wesker put his fingers to his shades and frowned. "I am the only one of my kind, so the fact that I do not register in your database isn't a surprise, even with you coming from a different reality than myself." That sounded so odd to say, but it was the truth. "We do not have a proper name for the species, only Tyrant. The name, however, is such a foreboding one that I just simply do not bring up the subject. But, since you are a colleague and since I have set off your radar.."

He snatched the sunglasses from his eyes and slowly folded them. "I hope that explains everything you need to know - I'd rather not go into the details."

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"I do not consult a 'database'." The comment was so absurd, Chronica had no choice but to state that flat out.

And then his eyes. She stopped, cocking her head to the side as she stared at what was staring back at her. Her eyes broadened as she clearly wasn't staring to gawk, but was attempting to use the opportunity of his exposed eyes to analyze his DNA. Her head cocked to the side, even, as she attempted to for a few prolonged seconds, before her eyes blinked and she gave up. Still, something was filtering her away from his genetics and everything else.

"Unnatural species' are often named initially with a word that most closely suits their most key traits. 'Tyrant' does not sound particularly comforting, you must understand. I suppose I can see why you would neglect the name. Much the same my own, although for far different reasons."

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He replaced his sunglasses. "I apologize, I just was using a familiar term. On the subject of the name, there were others before me. Killing machines, ruthless and utterly separate of what made them human." He began walking again, his hands in his pockets.

"I am a step up from the classic Tyrant, but I had special treatment."

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Being of the most advanced form of plants ever created, to a point that even the generations following hers and Domina's have been a step back or two back, Chronica understood generation creations.

However, it was beginning to get her a little more curious. A little more interested. "You're a genetic creation? Not of genetic evolution?"

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"A virus, to be precise, gave me my new life. A virus made by a friend of mine; a very..close friend of mine." The hairs on his back bristled; William Birkin. It was a shame that he died. "I am infected with a strain of virus in the same family as the Ebola virus."

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"...that's impossible." It was, and Chronica knew it. "Filoviruses are isolated pandemics for the most part. Painful and fatal, usually killing quickly after a number of horrible symptoms, including burning fever, bleeding from uninjured locations due to internal hemorrhaging and muscle deterioration. The only true places that Filoviridae don't often have the ability to reach would be the skeletal structure.

"...and forgive me for saying so, but you look none of the above."