1st Outbreak [Video]

[aweskerdidit]

[A very slick, businesslike man is on the other end of the NV, and appears to be holed up in a location much more secure than the Newcomer apartments (it's a parking garage, shhh.) The dark sunglasses he wears hide his eyes and any clue as to what the expression on his face really means, though if you use your imagination, it might be... annoyance.]

We needn't really bother with introductions.

[And a brief, faux-pleasant smile is interrupted by a sharp, serious tone of voice.]

All I require is information. Provide me with the date, including the year, my approximate location and coordinates, and the manner by which I came to arrive here.

[And then all of a sudden he smiles again. It is not a good smile at all, looking strained and like he is trying to sound pleasant.]

I apologize for sounding terse. I've had a very long day.

Will anyone be good enough to tell me what I need to know?

Comments

[vamping_it_up]

[That is a rather creepy laugh, but Layla mostly shrugs it off. It's much less creepy than her French teacher with the possessed arm.]

What's the worst thing you've ever seen, Dr. Wesker?

[aweskerdidit]

That's a very long list of things to choose from. [And boy, he can't think of anything off the top of his head that blatantly disgusts him.]

I was working on a strain before I arrived here, called Uroboros. That was a wicked virus indeed.

[He would know. He created it.]

[vamping_it_up]

What did it do to people?

[aweskerdidit]

Picture a giant, writhing anemone of slick black tendrils, toxic to the touch.

[Why does he sound almost impressed by the idea?]

That.

[vamping_it_up]

Seriously? Professor Twiggett would have a field day studying that.

[aweskerdidit]

A teacher of yours?

[vamping_it_up]

That's right. She teaches chemistry and biology.