Test 01 [ Audio ]

[albert__wesker]

[The last thing that Wesker remembers prior to his very Hellenistic ferry ride is lying in a pool of his own blood, diluted by the nutrient-rich solvent from the broken Tyrant tank. The shift between the two periods is, at its very best, unsettling-- but the voice that comes across the audio feed is cool and dry.]

Stars, do you read? Come in.

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[zerosuitjill]

[Wesker has always been straightforward. Punctual. Logical, as far as the virus can deduce. So (finally) hearing the crackle of his voice on the feed catches Jill's attention entirely, enough to drop everything she was doing and redirect her focus to answering -- but there's no question as to his choice of words. It's not something she understands -- Jill herself, in the claustrophobic corner of her mind, wonders what he's playing at, but it's not in P30's nature to question.

A responding audio feed clicks on not two seconds after his transmission ends, her voice low and blank, but attentive. Expectant. It's not often it uses its host's name, but given the audio and unnatural circumstances, it doesn't hurt.]

Jill, reporting in.

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[albert__wesker]

Take me there. [For now, staying with Jill seemed like the best possible scenerio. He knew how long he concievable had-- which meant that he could take measures to couteract the change, even if they were only as neanderthal as tying her up.]

Funny. I always figured you much more likely likely to shack up with Redfield. [A comment only to himself, a small joke at her expense.] I see your taste in clothing has improved, at least-- if not gotten any more modest.

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[zerosuitjill]

[She nods once before turning to lead.

She doesn't comment on the Chris reference; she normally wouldn't at the mention of her clothes, either, but given how his memory seems to be lacking, it may be beneficial to comment where she can unless he tells her otherwise.]

You chose it.

[Walking at the set even pace, it doesn't take too terribly long; her chosen apartment is intentionally on the outskirts of the residence area, a small but decent one-bedroom place. It isn't locked.]

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[albert__wesker]

[Did he? Well, doesn't this keep getting better. He'd obviously, at some point-- living well past his Tyrant attack-- gotten complete autonomous control over Jill Valentine. How?

Or a better question-- why.

He lets himself into the small apartment, instincts checking first all exits one by one.] Why you, Jill? Do you know why I testted the P30 on you?

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[zerosuitjill]

[She stays close, but without crowding, tending to linger in the middle of the room.]

...You treated my host's injuries once. With permission to make an assumption, I would guess she was expendable for testing.

Since then, I have served various uses: as per your orders, I escorted your allies, performed business dealings, and assisted in infecting appointed test subjects. I am the only one I know of whom you have treated as such. I am unaware if there were any personal motivations for your choice.

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[albert__wesker]

[Expendable, Jill? Yes. But that didn't answer his question. She'd been injured-- why not simply kill her? It would have taken less effort than patching her up. He obviously had had a particular motivation that he couldn't see from where he was. It was a sweet sort of thing though, the thought of having Jill as a willing servant. How viciously she must hate it, if any reminants of her self were left conscious.

The thought turned Wesker's head from a window and the view and he took a few steps closer to Jill, reaching out to touch her chin, turn her eyes up to his. A slight smile tugged at his lips.] I think it's rather fortunate, meeting like this. I hate to think that I've haven't rid myself of you and Chris in the coming decade but still-- there's a certain victory here, isn't there? Not for you, of course, but it does make me feel better. For you... I imagine it's terrible, trapped in a body that so willingly responds to me, since I can't believe we've become friends after you and Barry found out about what I was doing. If I had

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[zerosuitjill]

[The words and the touches mean nothing, of course. Contact in particular is no matter, coming from him -- a stark contrast, as she would sooner break the arm of anyone else who reached for her. But he is her exception to every rule he's programmed into her, and Jill's rage isn't the virus' to feel.

At the command, she only gives the same answer she's given every order so far -- and will continue to give, as long as P30 burns in her veins.]

Understood.