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thearena2012-12-04 03:43 pm
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WHO: Albert Wesker and OTA
WHAT: It's a shiny new tribute! Come and get him!
WHEN: A few days before the end of Arena 4
WHERE: Tribute launch site (near what's left of the ruins), then anywhere your little hearts desire.
WARNINGS:Wesker's ego. Violence and death.
The tribute appeared as the last echoes of the announcement faded over the trees, standing tall and proud as his pedestal rose slowly to the surface with a soft mechanical purr. The platform clicked flush and silence fell.
An unnatural silence broken only by the gentle rush of the brine smelling breeze. The night creatures were holding their breaths, waiting and watching.
A new predator was in their midst.
Beneath the artificial moon, Albert Wesker stood still and simply...looked. Studied. His nose gently flaring as he breathed, deep and even, and tasted the air.
He had questions - how had he gotten here? How had these people taken him, and just who were these people exactly - but he pushed them away, schooling his mind to back to the task at hand where it belonged.
Survive, they'd said. Told him as the metal had closed around him.
His mouth pulled, an amused smirk. Survive?
Albert Wesker didn't survive. He thrived.
A glow appeared, a bright, ruby tinge behind the dark lenses that even now - here in the dark of night - he still wore, and then, Wesker moved.
WHAT: It's a shiny new tribute! Come and get him!
WHEN: A few days before the end of Arena 4
WHERE: Tribute launch site (near what's left of the ruins), then anywhere your little hearts desire.
WARNINGS:
The tribute appeared as the last echoes of the announcement faded over the trees, standing tall and proud as his pedestal rose slowly to the surface with a soft mechanical purr. The platform clicked flush and silence fell.
An unnatural silence broken only by the gentle rush of the brine smelling breeze. The night creatures were holding their breaths, waiting and watching.
A new predator was in their midst.
Beneath the artificial moon, Albert Wesker stood still and simply...looked. Studied. His nose gently flaring as he breathed, deep and even, and tasted the air.
He had questions - how had he gotten here? How had these people taken him, and just who were these people exactly - but he pushed them away, schooling his mind to back to the task at hand where it belonged.
Survive, they'd said. Told him as the metal had closed around him.
His mouth pulled, an amused smirk. Survive?
Albert Wesker didn't survive. He thrived.
A glow appeared, a bright, ruby tinge behind the dark lenses that even now - here in the dark of night - he still wore, and then, Wesker moved.