deercountry | October 2021 Event Overflow

"You're a quicker study than most people I've shared that information with. I appreciate that. Usually, people's brains break when I give them even the briefest of summaries," Wesker muses, pleased, relieved even to hear someone give his strange pathways some consideration.

He straightens up, dusting himself down. "No contest: this town takes after its predecessor with the amount of things it throws at us when we least expect it. I appreciate the kind words. It's something we all could use in this mad world."

Stiles has no small measure of respect for a guy who can take his more blunt edges in stride and find the positives in how brutally honest he can often be. He shrugs and splays his hands, "What can I say? I'm a bonafide genius."

No, he's not serious about that… but he is extremely smart, smarter than most people realize upon meeting him in all his hyperactive glory. Then he heaves a breath, letting it out slow, "Would you say it's worse here than Deerington? Like… a sequel that lives up and outdoes the original?"

"You are quite intelligent. I admire that in a young person - in people of any age, for that matter.

He glances around them, breathing in through his nostrils audibly before letting it out. "I spent but the last eleven months in Deerington and the final three were an apocalyptic nightmare, with the town turned into a desert. This place has had its quieter moments and its share and more of terrors. The welcoming committee on the Boardwalk gives one an air that it can't be all bad, but that contrasts with the strange sights that emerge from the shadows of the town proper. It's a small sample to compare, however... I'd say the sequel lives up to its predecessor and surpasses it."

Stiles waits on Wesker's answer to his question with baited breath. And when he concludes that it lives up to and surpasses Deerington, his shoulders slump and he groans. His hand comes up to pinch the bridge of his nose between his eyes.

"Man, do me a favor and don't tell that to a woman named Sara Lance."

"An old friend of yours from your world of origin?" he asks.

He looks away, taking off his glasses, then taking a grey silk handkerchief from his breast pocket and giving the lenses a careful polish. "For everything that's transpired tonight, I'd offer to buy you a drink, but I suspect you're a shade young for that. Would a raincheck suffice?" he asks, drily.

"Nope, a very intimidating woman I met on the network the other day," he sucks in a breath through his teeth and nods once, "I sort of… maybe told her I bet the sequel could live up to the original, y'know: Deerington. She told me she'd blame me if that turned out to be true. And trust me, she can probably kill me with her pinky finger, I get those vibes. She's got vibes, man. Vibes."

Then Stiles snorts and rolls his eyes, "There's no legal drinking age around here, I checked. But I had plans before your buddy over there showed up, so if that's all figured out, I'm gonna get going."

"If you need someone to cover your back, I'm at your disposal. I owe it to you, in return for your patience and compassion," Wesker says, serious. "And I know her type: I trained someone like that in my world of origin. Unfortunately, she ended up as an enemy." And he can't help wondering what might come about, if Jill found her way to this place and discovered him here.

A tip of the hand as he starts to turn. "As you wish. I said that as a physician, but it's your discretion." And with that he'll turn to depart.

((OOC: Good place to leave them??))

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