subject_013: (Megalomaniacal and harder than the rest)
Project W Subject 013 ("Albert Wesker") ([personal profile] subject_013) wrote in [community profile] deercountry2022-11-04 11:42 pm

[Session 10] "November seems odd/You're my firing squad"


Who: Albert Wesker (aka. Dr. Adrian Winters) and... You!
What: October and November Catch-all
When: Between mid-October and the end of November
Where: All over Trench, likely into the realm of the Zealots.

Content Warnings: None for the moment, will update accordingly
fogsong: (101)

[personal profile] fogsong 2022-11-06 12:53 am (UTC)(link)
The text comes as a sudden, pleasant surprise and Sharon is quick to put the finishing touches on her current painting before she wanders into the kitchen, smelling faintly of paint. There are dark colors drying on her hands, blacks and blues and deep reds, and smears of them on her clothes as if she'd absentmindedly tried to wipe her hands clean more than a few times. She's a bit of a messy artist and has a tendency to lose herself in her work.

She whistles low as she enters the kitchen.

"Is there anything you can't do?" There's a distinct edge of admiration in her tone, coupled with a gentle, if childish, teasing. She grins as she looks over the mushrooms before she heads over to the sink, washing the acrylic from her hands.

"So, what are we making? And how can I help?" She asks as she dries her hands off, looking over his shoulders. She's not about to let him do all the work.
demonicbeauty: (Brave)

[personal profile] demonicbeauty 2022-11-05 03:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Ariadne found herself debating whether or not Albert was a project. She'd taken on the task of, if not reforming, at least civilizing Maul and Savage. Which was ironic, since her kind were considered the ultimate examine of uncivilized. With Albert, though, it was different somehow. Maybe because he used to be Human. Or maybe because she got the sense that his pain manifested in a different way.

Ultimately, she reasoned, as she walked up to the door to his house, it didn't matter. Project or not, he was still one of her people. As close as she could get to a pack. What mattered was that she cared about him.

Which probably explained the basket of late-autumn fruit she was carrying.

And the fact that she'd decided to pay the doctor a housecall.

She knocked on the door, shifting from foot to foot. She was wearing her leathers today. Thinking about going for a long walk in the woods. But first Albert.