thecapitol | harvest time

Who| Everyone in the Capitol
What| Harvest Festival
Where| A private venue near the base of one of the mountains.
When| A warm evening this week. Feel free to be time wobbly if your character eats it this week and you want to have them tag in.
Warnings/Notes| None atm. Please put a note in your thread header if anything comes up.

The whole side of the building looked like it had been taken out, and the bright gold aspens coaxed to spread down into the ball room, their yellow leaves shimmering at the slightest movement. In reality the ones within the building were fake, illusions that shuddered whether there was a wind near by or not. They reached tall, hiding the ceiling in their shimmering gold, leaves fluttering to the ground, covering it in a soft, gold carpet.

Everyone was dressed in beautiful fall inspired concoction of gold, burgundy, orange. No one was allowed in without a mask to hide their faces, gold being the trending style. A live string band played away, the music filling the whole room. Food was piled everywhere, fall favorites like pumpkin, apples, and corn, but all with a distinct Capitol twist- apple sushi rolls with thick pieces of tuna and sweet corn puree shots.

All this food poured out of a huge cornucopia in the middle, stretching up over a story tall, formed of metal, just like those in the arena. Party favors spilled out too, gilded aspen leaves and delicate glass blown pumpkins.

Whoever was throwing this party wasn't cutting corners.

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"I guess there is... if what you told me is true." Which he had no reason to doubt, it made too much sense. But if they were just floating consciousness going from one body to another, where death didn't actually mean anything because they just came back, then there had to be something more.

"You're speaking of the clones, I presume," he said simply, feeling no need to dance around the truth of what the Capitol had done. "And the seeming impermanence of death."

His hands folded neatly behind his back, turning back to the band.

(One of them was still behind.)

"Seeming, of course, being the key word. Already there are notable absences." Red and gold eyes slipped sideways, flashing against the flat black of his mask. "Several of your fellow tributes have not shared in your fate."

"There are." He nodded, "I doubt they are accidents though." If you died for real here it was because the government wanted you dead. "Which still makes fighting for your life pretty futile."

He was speaking more boldly than he usually did, but caution did not always get things done.

"Of course not," Wesker replied, as if that were obvious. (Wasn't it?) "However, I would think that would make it all the important."

The fingers behind his back twitched and curled.

"Are you just going to let them take it?"

"As I said." Shion watched the band for a moment, "There are more important things. I'd rather help people, even if it means they find me boring. And I can do that better from out here."

"How very noble of you."

The inhuman eyes, unflinching narrow slits, might have been hard to read, but his breath was a dry breeze.

"And when they do tire of you, what will your friends do then?"

"Hopefully by then I will have got them enough sponsors, who will continue to support them." Hopefully, it wasn't the best plan but it was more of one than he had had before.

"Sounds to me as though you're leaving an awful lot to chance."

(Do or do not. Live or die.)

Neither was Wesker a man to deal in maybes.

Hopefuls.

"Sometimes you have to..." He blinked, "You can make all the plans in the world but you can never know everything." And that had been a hard lesson to learn. "Here it is even more up to chance as we are relying on human nature rather than anything structured."

"All the more reason, one would think, to ensure that which you could. To give one's enemies less of an opportunity..."

He shrugged, an elegant movement of his shoulders, looking at Shion sidelong.

"To each their own, I suppose."

"Well I will try my best." He looked down, "I'm not a fighter..." As if that wasn't obvious, black-purple eyes glinted behind the mask. "But I am still going to help them."

I'm not a fighter.

How many times had he heard that over the years? From crying, screaming, men and woman as they were torn to shreds.

Fight or die, and become a teaching example.

"By all means do..." he purred. "I would merely advise helping oneself as well. After all, who better can you trust?"

Shion would argue that the last person he would ever trust was himself, but he wasn't sure he wanted to have that debate in a public space.

"You were not sent in again." He said, a question though his tone was neutral. Most of the victors were back in the Arena, including the most recent. But not Wesker.

If Shion meant to insult him, he was going to have to give it more effort than that.

In the face of it, Wesker merely smiled, all sharp, even white teeth, and leaned closer, shifting his weight to the heel closer to Shion.

"I am not inclined to give them another chance at my life, Mr. Shion. I value it too highly." The teeth disappeared again, sliding back his lips - though said mouth remained curled, high and amused. "And I also believe I can be of more use outside the arena."

Making friends in all the right places....

He didn't, it had been curiosity that had prompted him to ask. An anomaly. Something that didn't fit.

Most of the others were in the Arena, Wesker wasn't.

"That's what I thought too... that I'd be more useful out here." Of course Wesker had done that by winning, Shion just died.

"As I'm sure you could be..." Wesker moved back again, head tilting. "Though, a word of advice if I may - you get out, what you put in. It's a business, for the romantic trappings, and they need a reason to believe in you, and what you're selling."

Spoken as a man of experience. Once more Umbrella's Chairman, watching clones slaughtered by the hundreds in the name of science.

In the name of perfection.

"They are more games being played here than the one in the arena."

"I know." He looked down, he wasn't suited for such games though. But still he had to try, he was even less suited to the arena.

"I will do my best to help them believe." Even if he found it hard to believe in himself.

"Make them, Mr. Shion. Don't settle for maybes."

Shion turned away, but Wesker was unflinching, inescapable. The red and gold eyes pinned on the other man.

"After all, you're already risking the chance of all - don't give them the opportunity to make it meaningless."

"It won't be meaningless." Black-purple eyes flickered back up to Wesker, something else in them than before.

"I won't let them make it meaningless, not for anyone."

"See that you do." His knuckles tapped against his palm, eyeing Shion for a beat longer with his reptilian eyes before turning away, presumably content that his point had been made.

And deciding for himself that the conversation was all but finished. "I'd hate to think the results otherwise."

Shion nodded, still wide eyed. And backed away slowly, not turning his back on Wesker. "I hope you enjoy the party..."

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