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[Session 11] "It's in the blood and this is tradition"
Who: Albert Wesker (aka. Dr. Adrian Winters) and... You!
What: December and January Catch-all
When: Two months of the Bone Moon time
Where: All over Trench, likely close to Koz's Orphanage, to be added to...
Content Warnings: None for the moment, will update accordingly
"Well, flesh amnesiac, this is your song" - Wildcard
December toplevel
January - "And they said that boys were boys - Well, they were wrong"
[CW: Mild gore (cast skin), memory loss/reduction, mental/emotional/physical regression to childhood, apparent child endangerment, themes of emotional trauma in a child]
I - It happens in a street in Willful Machine. One might find a black leather coat fallen in the snow, then a pair of high-topped boots along with a pair of black leather trousers and a waistcoat to match. Tangled among the cast-off clothes and dropped in the snow are gouts and clumps of cast skin, flecked slightly with red blood flecked with green. The trail leads to a doorway, where a child cowers, a tow-headed boy with cold blue-grey eyes, perhaps about three or four, tall for his age, huddled inside a man-sized blue flannel button-down shirt. He pokes at the last clumps of flesh strewn at his feet.
"Was it a flesh-eating diss-ease?" the kid asks, looking up at whomever might approach. "What happened? Do you know?"
II - Perhaps late at night, one hears the angry cries of a child, and on looking out, one spies a tall, eldritch figure striding through the streets, carrying a small blond child patiently, like a parent carrying a child who does not want to go to bed and doesn't care if the whole town hears it. One might even spot the kid biting Koz's arm.
Later, if one works at Koz's Orphanage or goes there as a volunteer or for some other reason, one may find a new child has arrived: a blond lad of about three or four years old, tall for his age with blue eyes that manage to be cold and fragile at the same time. He avoids the other children, though he seems to watch them thoughtfully from the shadows, either observing them or almost as if he wants to join them but won't admit to it.
"They're not very smart, but I s'pose they have p'tenshul," the kid says, at some point.
I.
He isn't afraid by this place, or his bizarre, sudden emergence into it. The demon king wanders and explores, curious and interested to learn all that he can. He isn't worried about potential dangers. He knows he can handle whatever may come.
On one of his walks through the cold city, he finds himself gazing down at abandoned clothing, and evidence of something else. Undisturbed by the gore, Paimon follows the casts of sloughed skin, all the way to the child standing there.
He approaches him calmly, dark eyes locked on, but head tilted curious, birdlike. Flesh-eating disease?
"It was no disease," he answers. "You were someone else. Now you are this."
From observing such things happening to others, he knows it happened to him too, though he has no memory of a life before this. The demon's voice softens, even seems concerned. He can seem like a human if he tries.
"Why are you worried about disease, little one? Has someone told you there is one here?"
Re: I.
The lad pauses, clearly thought out for a moment. Someone's clearly had some education even this young, but they're still a spooked little kid. He looks from the cast skin to the seeming young human lad who's approached him. "If I was someone else, who was I? And who are you? Do I know you?"
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"I do not think we have met," he admits, moving a little closer. "My name is Charlie." The name of this host body, given to it by its grandmother. It's the human name that the demon king uses. He smiles a little, as much as something like him can smile.
"Do you remember your own name?" He'll start there in trying to decipher who this Sleeper may be.
no subject
But he rises, coming a little closer, as if accepting what shelter and company possible in this situation. "Thirteen. Subject Thirteen. I don't have a ackshul name. Dr. Wesker says I'll get a ackshul name when I'm older. But she hasn't said how much older," he adds.
no subject
(Perhaps this is not a human child?)
Or perhaps it's a cultural thing. Paimon is well-aware that his host body's home world and its norms is not the only one. Still... this is odd.
"Dr. Wesker? Do you not have parents?"
no subject
no subject
"It does feel like a dream," he agrees softly. "I, too, awoke here. Woke up into a dream."
There are many questions about this lord and doctor of his, but for now "Charlie" is more concerned with the lost child. He reaches out a hand as though to offer it for Subject 13 to take. To lead him away from this display of gore.
"Are you hungry? I saw small carts selling food."
II
He heard the younger boy and turned towards where he, rather like Maul, was standing apart and not joining in with the other kids doing all sorts of things like running around playing or reading quietly. He looked like he was about as old as Maul's younger brother Savage might have been. It hurt to think of Savage and the many years he'd been separated from the other Zabrak, so he tried to push the sadness away. "I think you're right," Maul said softly.
Re: II
The blond lad looks up at Maul, blinking and furrowing his brow. "Who are you? Or what are you? You look like an int'resting speeshees. Do you know me?"
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At the third question, he squinted down at Thirteen. He'd been about to say no but the Force swirled differently around this boy in a way Maul didn't understand yet. Maybe it would come to him later. "I don't know," he said truthfully. "Maybe."
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A Zabrak. What is that? Are you a nalien? Or have the humans not met your people yet?"
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"No, there's human beings where I'm from. I guess maybe it's just the humans on this one planet who haven't ever met a Zabrak before." He'd guessed they were the dominant species on this planet given the majority of them that made up the population in the city.