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thecapitol2013-09-26 04:00 pm
savedbyasong) wrote in thecapitol2013-09-26 04:00 pm
A mission
Who| Shion and Wesker
What| Shion goes to find Wesker, to discuss curing zombies
Where| Tribute tower, district 11 suites
When| After the 'gas leak' but before the announcement by the capitol
Warnings/Notes| zombie talk,
It had been a few weeks since the date auction but Shion had not forgotten his promise to R. The Capitol somewhere had a cure for his illness, they had used it on Shion and others that R had bitten, so Shion would find it and use it to cure R.
However Shion had very little idea of how to even start, not understanding anything of the illness, or of the technology of this world. He had thought long and hard on how to start and had decided he needed help.
He only knew three people who were Capitol 'citizens' and yet he thought would help, Ayase, who he doubted would know anything on the subject, Glinda, likewise and Wesker.
Wesker, despite being one of the most terrifying people Shion had met seemed like he would be able to find out information. And so that was where he was heading. He might be frightening but he had always been nice to Shion, even after what Shion had said in the interviews.
So here he was in the lounge of area 11, really he should have... organised this first rather than just turning up, Wesker was probably busy, one of the escorts was glaring at him as he tried to pretend he didn't exist and fiddled with his hair (which was bright green today).
What| Shion goes to find Wesker, to discuss curing zombies
Where| Tribute tower, district 11 suites
When| After the 'gas leak' but before the announcement by the capitol
Warnings/Notes| zombie talk,
It had been a few weeks since the date auction but Shion had not forgotten his promise to R. The Capitol somewhere had a cure for his illness, they had used it on Shion and others that R had bitten, so Shion would find it and use it to cure R.
However Shion had very little idea of how to even start, not understanding anything of the illness, or of the technology of this world. He had thought long and hard on how to start and had decided he needed help.
He only knew three people who were Capitol 'citizens' and yet he thought would help, Ayase, who he doubted would know anything on the subject, Glinda, likewise and Wesker.
Wesker, despite being one of the most terrifying people Shion had met seemed like he would be able to find out information. And so that was where he was heading. He might be frightening but he had always been nice to Shion, even after what Shion had said in the interviews.
So here he was in the lounge of area 11, really he should have... organised this first rather than just turning up, Wesker was probably busy, one of the escorts was glaring at him as he tried to pretend he didn't exist and fiddled with his hair (which was bright green today).
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She tapped a knuckle lightly against the jam, like the gentle tap of a bird alighting upon a branch, and Wesker's smooth purr drifted out.
"Enter."
The room beyond was a reflection of the man: carefully polished and neatly elegant. The bed creases so straight if might never have been slept in, the few belongings upon his desk (his communicator, notebooks, a glass paperweight, a row of sunglasses) arraigned in both an appealing and easily ready fashion. The lights were low, a comfortable dusky glow that allowed him to remove his sunglasses as he pleased - though at the moment they were perched upon his nose. The dead eyes of his dragon chair, stared at Shion from behind the desk. The gleaming fangs framing Wesker's shoulders.
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"Um... hello." His throat was dry and perhaps this had been a really really bad idea. "Sorry to disturb you like this..."
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It was less soothing than it would have been from anyone else. A soft warning.
Wesker wasn't much for pleasantries.
"What brings you to District 11, Mr. Shion?"
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"I came to ask for your help actually..." He began smiling nervously, "Do you know a tribute named R?"
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Well, wasn't that interesting.
He straightened in his chair, a slow ripple of muscle, attention fixing on Shion's pale face.
"He's a rather hard one to miss," he replied. Behind the lenses, the red-gold eyes narrowed speculatively. "What about him?"
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"An illness that he can pass on to others, and yet every person who he has bitten has been put right again..." Or never returned but that was a different matter.
"So it is logical to assume that this disease is one that can be cured by the Capitol, and so I intend to either find the cure, or find the means of creating this cure and doing so."
Said with confidence, mostly. But he knew he would be able to produce the cure as long as he had the research and access to equipment, which would hopefully be easier to find here than in West Town.
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"Confidence is an attractive quality, Mr. Shion," he said, "but only when it's properly placed."
The smile shifted, took on a sharp, cold edge.
"The Capitol cures nothing, heals nothing. If you actually watched the footage of the arenas, you'd already know that."
All those bodies, left out to rot amongst the melting candy. Shion's own corpse, decaying like all the others, even as he awoke in the sand.
It was technology Wesker recognized.
Knew intimately.
And hated The Capitol all the more for.
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"I don't understand."
Except he thinks he does, this is just, so far away from anything he has experience with.
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Cloning, imprinting... both were technology Wesker was well familiar with, but this, was a step beyond even what Umbrella had been capable of. He was at once reluctantly impressed, and filled with a bitter loathing.
He had worked so very hard to keep his DNA out of Umbrella's system, unwilling to risk more than one of himself conscious at one time - unwilling to share the power....
"They didn't cure your infection, they simply grew you an untainted body out of a petri dish."
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They weren't real, or at least they were but they were even more expendable than he had thought. Their memories and... self... just placed in another body.
He could hear the blood rushing through his head as he tried to think of the consequences of that... It was why they could do whatever to them, because their bodies could just be discarded. Their bodies were made by the capitol, owned by them in more ways than Shion had thought.
No. He had to think, had to concentrate. He had come in here for a reason... "Then surely we can make him a body without infection, if all we are are clones..." Surely they could change one, take the infection away. It wouldn't be easy but...
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Perhaps his reaction would be more visceral - sobbing, or vomiting. It appeared, for a moment, like he might do both.
He was almost impressed when he merely swayed and swallowed and carried on.
"As with cooking, Mr. Shion, you can only use the ingredients you have. R came to them infected. His DNA was corrupted from the start. Without an clean sample, they cannot make him a untainted body."
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His mind was trying to think in six directions at once and he took another deep breath, trying not to babble all his thoughts out at once.
He touched the scar on his face, "They aren't using pure DNA anyways..."
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"I cannot say for sure what they have and have not attempted, but I can tell you, this virus is incredibly resilient." He reached up with one pale hand and removed his sunglasses, the red-gold serpent's eyes burning across at Shion. "Protea, it changes from liquid, to airborne, to blood transmission, depending on its environment. It jumps the species barrier with ease, and with the exception of three cases, it is 100 percent fatal."
His mouth twitched, that cold amusement again.
"And it burned through the my planet in less than a year."
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The information was much as he feared, transferred through blood, the bites, and also the air. Just as R had told him, in a roundabout way.
"Are you from R's world? Or is this infection on more than one world?"
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"It's difficult to say. R being what he is, gathering information hasn't been the easiest of tasks, but I am not one to believe in coincidences."
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No way to change things at all...
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The cure, or the hope, Shion was welcoming to believe Wesker meant either. Both were equally true.
All of Umbrella's efforts, all those years of testing and experimenting... all for naught without Project Alice. The key to the cure, to taming the virus, hidden somewhere in her blood.
"The most we were able to accomplish, at the time of my departure, was anti-virus. Administered within the window of the first few hours, it was, on average successful in preventing death."
With a few notable exceptions.
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"You were working on the cure though, at your home? Could you continue your research here?"
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A small, but important distinction.
"Out of trillions, we were but a few thousand souls."
His elbow propped up on the arm of the chair, a black limb against the curved white tooth, pale thumb picking idly at his fingernails.
They might have been discussing the weather.
"But, that aside, I'm afraid there's an even bigger problem: thus far, our dear hosts, have not been particularly welcoming to the idea of their guests applying themselves to areas outside The Games."
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And the other thing, it was true that the capitol did not seem to approve of those it kidnapped doing anything not games related but... "You could apply for citizenship... like Glinda did..."
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If he Wesker had been interested in prostrating himself before the Capitol even more than already was required, there was quite the difference between himself and the gentle, sugary sweet blonde.
He wouldn't let himself run loose either.
"Tell me, as interested as you are in R's predicament - have you begged the Capitol's favor?"
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Wesker was at least a victor, he had some power even if it were fake, given to him by them.
"I don't think they would listen to me..."
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As much as it pained him to say. To call himself a mere mortal again. To liken himself to Shion.
(His fingers on the arm of his chair twitched, curled. The grip strong... but so much weaker than it should have been. His great power robbed from him.)
"We are the others. Tools, at best." Pets. Playthings. Expendable, and replaceable. "And whatever they might call us, however they might smile, that is all we will ever be."
For as long they held all the power.
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Even being an elite did not save anyone, a step wrong and you went from being an asset to a liability. Everyone was disposable, he thought of Safu but that way lay only pain.
"It is the same everywhere." Here, No. 6, the places before No. 6; those that destroyed themselves in their hatred and intolerance. His tone was soft but his eyes burned with determination. He had destroyed one corrupt system, made it anew. He could do the same here, he just needed a plan.
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He was nudging Shion along, as he had so many others, as inflammatory as he could be, here where the Capitol was sure to be watching - listening.
Hopefully he would be quicker on the uptake than Maximus had been.
(What a bitter disappointment that still was.)
"But unless they do..." he trailed off, fingers of his propped up hand waving idly.
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"Then there isn't much we can do..." They needed technology, and they weren't about to get it any time soon. Unless they stole it, or broke in. Shion didn't even know where it would be, this city was large and there wasn't exactly a Cloning building marked on the map.
He nodded, hoping that Wesker understood that he understood.
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Point made.
Before anything else, they would first have to help themselves.
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But that was selfish, Rat was elsewhere, hopefully safe. Shion would have to do this alone. Well perhaps not completely; he looked at Wesker again.
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"My door is always open."
A beat.
"Though knocking is encouraged."
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Following ones impluses blindly had a tendency to leading one to a sticky end.
"You may want to work on that, before the next arena."
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"Was there anything else, Mr. Shion?"
He was a busy man after all.
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