OPEN Valentine's Day Plot

[thebiddingbaron]

WHO | Everyone
WHAT | Baron sends Valentine's Day gifts to Tribute Tower.
WHEN | Valentine's Day!
WHERE | Tribute Tower
WARNINGS / NOTES | Warnings for drug use and all of the things that go with that. Possibly also sexual themes. The OOC post for this is here.




On the morning of February 14th when the Tributes come down for breakfast they're greeted by an impressive holiday themed spread. Pink and red baked goods, chocolates shaped like hearts, beautiful red and pink flowers, adorable stuffed animals all line the table.

On the table is also a sign in cursive that reads:

To our beloved Tributes, Victors, Mentors, Escorts and Stylists. Enjoy your holiday. -- Bartlett Industries

Most of the sweets are completely harmless, but if the Tributes taste the chocolate covered cherries or caramels they find themselves suddenly acting very strangely...

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[president_evil]

"Now, now," he drawly slowly, voice like velvet. (But it's there, beneath the silk. That hint of amusement. Like the strange mutation, hiding behind his teeth. Still waters, running deep.) "There's no need for that. We're both men here."

[downbeat]

"Both men," he repeated, finding it easier to echo than carve his own words. He looked up at Wesker with the wide eyes of a prey animal.

"Are we?"

[president_evil]

The blonde head tipped, the mouth curved upward on one side. The eyes - remained hidden. Shuttered away behind impassive black lenses. Nothing but Katurian to see there but his cowering reflection.

"Some more others."

[downbeat]

What could he say to that? He stood there a beat, small and trembling. He tried to dry the sweat off his hands by knotting his fingers together, pressing palm against palm

"I'm not angry," he burst out suddenly, his voice dancing with anxiety. "If you were wondering. I'm not angry with what you did, because-- because that was what we were supposed to be doing, we were supposed to be listening to them and doing the things they told us to do, so I'm not angry. I'm not."

[president_evil]

Wesker laughed. More white teeth.

It was sound that should have been comforting, humanizing, but was instead just a low and silken as his voice. Just as dark. Just as insidously threatening.

"And if you were? Do you think it would make a difference?"

[downbeat]

"No?" he asked, an automatic act of subservience. It barely required any thought, answering a question how someone wished he would answer a question. It was all about wording and it was all about tone. It was very straight-forward.

But the dawning came moments later. The implications.

"I just-- " Where were his words? "I thought I should tell you."

[president_evil]

"And so you have," Wesker nodded, tickled. The man was like a beaten hound cowering at its master's feet, hoping for a gentle stroking, expecting the hard fist. "Is there anything else you'd like to share?"

[downbeat]

"You don't feel anything," he said. He regreted the words immediately, shrinking backwards, swallowing hard. But once he started, there was no stopping the momentum building up inside his chest, his fists. He breathed into his hands once, twice, and then he looked up at Wesker with a flicker of anger in his eyes. Defiance.

"You don't feel a thing for killing me."

[president_evil]

A flash of red, there and gone behind his glasses. The only outward display of a sudden flare of temper, of impatience, of distaste.

"And why would I?" Wesker had sent hundreds - thousands to their sticky ends with nary more than a signature. A nod. What was one more? One granted the unique privilege of coming back, of merely peeking beyond the vale before sliding back to the land of the living. Of experiencing a gift Wesker had believed solely his?

This mewling child.

"Who are you to me, but one more in my way?"

[downbeat]

"I'm a person," he said, his voice cringing and cracking. "I'm a fucking person. I breathe and I feel fucking pain and I--"

Where was he going with this? He was vaguely aware that his hands were shaking and raised as though to defend himself. He stepped backwards, bewildered.

"I-- I didn't deserve this."

Omg. My bad! D:

[president_evil]

"And yet nevertheless, here we are." Wesker's chin lifted, his jaw strong, features regal as he stared down at Katurian. "Two among the many."

If Katurian's stance concerned him, he didn't show it, his voice returning to its darkened purr. "There is only one out, Mr. Katurian. You may continue to cower, fearful because the night is dark, but I intend to win."

To rip the guts of this place out from the inside. To end them for their very gaul. To rise like the phoenix from their smoldering embers.