[ Wesker, meet obnoxious person in a lab coat. Obnoxious person in a lab coat, meet guy who looks nothing like a fellow scientist and will certainly not be treated like one. ]
Judging by the amount of hairspray you must have inhaled I understand that comprehension might be a problem, but there really is no way out.
Whatever fashion show you have waiting at home will have to wait until you are sent back at Wonderland's whim.
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[Another one who relies on sarcasm and humor. But judging by his appearance, the man before him on the screen was some sort of scientist. He ignored the comments from the other and stared back at him through the screen. Wesker also deduced the man was both intelligent and ignorant.]
And I suppose the experiments you perform are with a child's chemistry set.
[He smiled slightly, thinking that maybe he had found someone to join him in his research. However, Wesker had no time for humor and thought otherwise.]
[ Under his skin? Well, somebody is in for a little disappointment. This guy here is too dense to catch most insults and too arrogant to acknowledge the others.
Especially when they come from somebody who is clearly, CLEARLY a failed fashion designer and/or 80s pop icon of questionable sexual orientation. ]
What can I say? My company does not make a habit of publishing its research in Men's Vogue.
[ Countless endeavors? What, like, getting dressed in the morning and putting on his shoes by himself? Pft, Bhamba won't even dignify that part with a response. ]
[Obviously Wesker was wrong in seeking an ally in this man. He was tiring of his insults and was no longer interested in what he had to say.]
Sarcasm doubling for intellect. Very professional of you.
[Oh what Wesker could do to him once he had created a new virus. He smiled as he thought of the doctor turning into hideous creature before him, writhing in pain.]
[If Bhamba truly knew about Wesker's involvement in science and his accomplishments he would--
Well, he would still not treat the man much differently, because even colleagues he respects have had to put up with his attitude for years.
Bhamba pauses for a moment. Now that gets him a little, if only because he does proudly consider himself a professional and will not have anyone claim otherwise. He sighs deeply, recalling his faint promise to be less obnoxious towards other residents. ]
...I confess you seem more eloquent and less entertaining than I would assume a flamboyant leather model to be.
[Wesker puzzled as to why the man's demeanor changed so suddenly, but decided not to dwell on it. A flamboyant leather model? While he did think highly of himself, he never thought someone would ever use those words to describe him. He couldn't help but sigh, letting the remark slide.]
[ Bhamba's attitude is rarely based on actual dislike; for better or worse this is how somebody with a glaringly negative score in social conduct goes about making small talk.
A change in demeanour therefore is hardly to be taken as more than a change of subject.
And biochemistry? That sounds too good to be true. Bhamba remains skeptical, mockingly so, but for the moment he simply raises his eyebrow at Wesker's question.
He takes one conspicuous step to the side, allowing the other man a better view of his expansive laboratory.
There's this. And the lab coat. Really. Come on now. Deadpan: ]
[It seems Wesker needed to be a little more specific when asking his questions. Obviously he knew he was a scientist by the way he was dressed. And now seeing his laboratory, Wesker raised his eyebrows, interested in what the man was researching.]
...
What kind of research are you conducting?
[One eyebrow remained raised as he continued to study the lab on the screen.]
[ Bhamba beams. Ohhh, you have him now. Nothing gets him quite as enthused as a chance to talk about his research. ]
I have not found an interesting body to conduct research on for a while. People here have very interesting skills, but they are terribly reluctant to participate in experiments while still alive and the dead seem to rise awfully quickly these days.
So at the moment I have moved on to development, a little New Year's project to turn common household objects into deadly weapons of mass destruction and if I may say so, Project Killer Dust is going extremely well.
[Wesker was actually surprised to hear about this man's research. Similar yet different than what he himself focused on. No bodies? This man was openly looking for volunteers? Oh no no no. That was not the way to go about finding subjects.]
Why...why do you openly look for subjects? Granted, I have tried something similar, but I have found other means to be more fruitful in obtaining candidates for experimentation trials.
[Household objects? This man was definitely creative, Wesker gave him that.]
Household objects? Very interesting, Doctor...[He trailed off, realizing he didn't know the other's name.]
I don't believe I've introduced myself; my name is Albert Wesker.
[ Bhamba is hardly a moral beacon of integrity, but downright forcing somebody to perform in his experiments is not an issue he's touched on before. It's not one that immediately occurs to him now either... ]
If I looked for them secretly then how would they even know that they are being looked for?
[ He sighs. ] The problem is clearly money. Without it compensating people with ridiculous amounts to take part in ridiculously dangerous experiments is... quite frankly ridiculous!
[ He salutes Wesker. ]
The name is Doctor Bhamba, former employee of Veridian Dynamics, present freelance scientist in Wonderland.
Oh, you would be surprised. Some methods can be quite...persuasive. But I do understand your view; money does seem to make the world go round, as it were.
[While Wesker could be considered wealthy by most standards, he used force and deceit to get what he wanted. He realized he was starting to like this other scientist; he liked the way he thought and could see himself working alongside Bhamba (for his own diabolical needs, of course). He nodded in response to the salute.]
The pleasure is mine, Dr. Bhamba. I used to work for Umbrella Corporation as their lead researcher, working with infectious diseases. I believe we may be of some help to each other in the future...
[Could he trust Bhamba with such information? He could always supply him with a vague answer and leave it at that...Yes, that was the best route for now.]
Among other things...Umbrella was one of many pharmaceutical companies looking to the future, as it were.
Judging by the amount of hairspray you must have inhaled I understand that comprehension might be a problem, but there really is no way out.
Whatever fashion show you have waiting at home will have to wait until you are sent back at Wonderland's whim.
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And I suppose the experiments you perform are with a child's chemistry set.
[He smiled slightly, thinking that maybe he had found someone to join him in his research. However, Wesker had no time for humor and thought otherwise.]
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Better to perform experiments with a child's chemistry set and succeed than to experiment with haute couture and fail so devastatingly.
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And yet I have never heard of you or your accomplishments.
[He pauses.]
I, indeed, have succeeded in countless endeavors. You'd be wise to not assume otherwise.
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Especially when they come from somebody who is clearly, CLEARLY a failed fashion designer and/or 80s pop icon of questionable sexual orientation. ]
What can I say? My company does not make a habit of publishing its research in Men's Vogue.
[ Countless endeavors? What, like, getting dressed in the morning and putting on his shoes by himself? Pft, Bhamba won't even dignify that part with a response. ]
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Sarcasm doubling for intellect. Very professional of you.
[Oh what Wesker could do to him once he had created a new virus. He smiled as he thought of the doctor turning into hideous creature before him, writhing in pain.]
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Well, he would still not treat the man much differently, because even colleagues he respects have had to put up with his attitude for years.
Bhamba pauses for a moment. Now that gets him a little, if only because he does proudly consider himself a professional and will not have anyone claim otherwise. He sighs deeply, recalling his faint promise to be less obnoxious towards other residents. ]
...I confess you seem more eloquent and less entertaining than I would assume a flamboyant leather model to be.
So what is it that you do, exactly?
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I am...a biochemist of sorts. And yourself?
[Wesker remained stoic.]
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A change in demeanour therefore is hardly to be taken as more than a change of subject.
And biochemistry? That sounds too good to be true. Bhamba remains skeptical, mockingly so, but for the moment he simply raises his eyebrow at Wesker's question.
He takes one conspicuous step to the side, allowing the other man a better view of his expansive laboratory.
There's this. And the lab coat. Really. Come on now. Deadpan: ]
I sell carpets.
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...
What kind of research are you conducting?
[One eyebrow remained raised as he continued to study the lab on the screen.]
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I have not found an interesting body to conduct research on for a while. People here have very interesting skills, but they are terribly reluctant to participate in experiments while still alive and the dead seem to rise awfully quickly these days.
So at the moment I have moved on to development, a little New Year's project to turn common household objects into deadly weapons of mass destruction and if I may say so, Project Killer Dust is going extremely well.
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Why...why do you openly look for subjects? Granted, I have tried something similar, but I have found other means to be more fruitful in obtaining candidates for experimentation trials.
[Household objects? This man was definitely creative, Wesker gave him that.]
Household objects? Very interesting, Doctor...[He trailed off, realizing he didn't know the other's name.]
I don't believe I've introduced myself; my name is Albert Wesker.
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If I looked for them secretly then how would they even know that they are being looked for?
[ He sighs. ] The problem is clearly money. Without it compensating people with ridiculous amounts to take part in ridiculously dangerous experiments is... quite frankly ridiculous!
[ He salutes Wesker. ]
The name is Doctor Bhamba, former employee of Veridian Dynamics, present freelance scientist in Wonderland.
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Oh, you would be surprised. Some methods can be quite...persuasive. But I do understand your view; money does seem to make the world go round, as it were.
[While Wesker could be considered wealthy by most standards, he used force and deceit to get what he wanted. He realized he was starting to like this other scientist; he liked the way he thought and could see himself working alongside Bhamba (for his own diabolical needs, of course). He nodded in response to the salute.]
The pleasure is mine, Dr. Bhamba. I used to work for Umbrella Corporation as their lead researcher, working with infectious diseases. I believe we may be of some help to each other in the future...
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[ Of course that wasn't implied, but oh boy, does Bhamba ever wish it was. ]
I am intrigued.
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Among other things...Umbrella was one of many pharmaceutical companies looking to the future, as it were.
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