Maul nods at how this place has made the abilities of the Sleepers strange. He gestures for Wesker to watch before he tries to lift up a rock using the Force but it only gets up a few wobbly feet before it plummets back to earth. His grip of the Force is tenuous at best, which is why he's been keeping people at arm's length by virtue of acting pretty much like a wild animal than a sentient alien.
A sharp-toothed smile crosses Maul's face. Yes, it's always good to have allies around for when he inevitably messes things up and he knows Wesker will be a good one when the time comes. Inevitably, Maul will mess up here, he knows himself well enough to know that it will happen whether he wants it to or not, and he'll need people on his side when that happens. He writes again in the sand, erasing his other words so that he has room for the new ones. 'I'm sure all the riff-raff will show up eventually.'
A memory flicks in Wesker's mind, a woman, Alexia Ashford, summoning vines to attack the intruders in her house. He tilts his head, then nods, slowly in sympathy. "They blunted the power of your mind and left me weak as a kitten. Dare I hope the effects are merely temporary, the result of the rebirth process," he says, at a level where the Waker nearby can hear.
A smirk crosses Wesker's face in reply to that sharp-toothed smile and he peers down carefully to the words on the sand, trying not to call too much attention to them. Lowering his voice, he adds, "The would-be righteous and the fools who cling to the first strong soul they can lean on. And perhaps the few truly wise souls, who can't be intimidated or manipulated." He pauses, an image crossing his mind, a young-looking man with bright brown eyes and a ready smile, a soul from beyond time and two hearts to contain every soul he meets.
Maul nods. 'I'm hoping as well.' This place doesn't seem to have stripped him of the ability to feel the Force, just limited it severely so that he couldn't use it as effectively as possible. Soon, he hoped to be back to full power.
'If they get anything organized, I will be a part of it.' Maul emphasizes the word 'will' by underlining it deeply in the damp sand with his finger. It's not like anyone can claim he's unfit for the job just by virtue of being a psychopath. Brutal though he was, Maul had run a planet and crime organization with such brutal efficiency he'd become a threat to the only more powerful being in the galaxy: Darth Sidious, his former master. All that had been done in less than a year. He's confident the same can be done here.
"I was part of one organization before I awoke here, and I recollect belonging to another in the dream that birthed this world. If another forms, I doubt I shall sign my name to it this time, unless it should become necessary," he says, with a note of distrust in his voice, keeping it low against the Waker overhearing, though they seems the sort who would keep what they hear in confidence. Old habits of discretion die hard. "Otherwise, I would lend my skill and my knowledge as an ally, while retaining my free agency."
Umbrella's lead researcher and greatest product. The Organization's best asset. Tricell's new leading virologist. F.E.A.R.'s genetic analyst and then the B.S.A.A.'s fully sentient and near-fully human bioweapon. He can't help thinking he's passed from one organization to another as a tool. Time for him to claim some autonomy but keep ties with the folk around him.
"Dare I wonder what entity has blunted our teeth and claws, or is it simply a side effect of the rebirth process? I hope for the latter. I'd rather avoid a repeat of what happened at Sodder's hands."
'To get in on the ground level of anything means one can establish themselves in a position of power and hold onto it more securely than otherwise.' That was Maul's current plan. Whether these fools actually end up forming a government or not, Maul is going to sink his claws fast into whatever system rises up and make sure it is near impossible to dislodge him again. He'd done it before in his own world and he's keen on doing it again here.
'There is already a change that has been wrought upon us. Check the color of your blood. It might be different than before.' Maul doesn't know how this had happened but he suspects the influence of another Pthumerian-human hybrid might be at play here.
"'I can resist anything but temptation', some author whose name escapes me said that," Wesker replies with a smirk. "Given some time to adjust to this world and to study the figurative board, I may reconsider the matter. Either way, I still owe you for the support you gave me. Once my strength returns, consider it yours to call upon.
He raises a pale eyebrow. "The color of my blood... If you so insist." He looks around for something sharp, a stone or a rough bit of driftwood. Finding a bit of the latter with an especially sharp and splintered end, he carefully cuts the outside of the back of his forearm.
The blood that gently oozes from the cut has an olive green tint flecked with the usual red. A poisonously sweet sent like the aroma of lilies rises from the cut. "Huh?" he can't help staring a bit and sniffing, trying not to wrinkle his nostrils. "Stairway to the Sun... It's a species of lily in my world of origin."
Maul gives a short bow at Wesker’s words. He might have precious few allies he can call upon, given how his personality tends to repel a number of people, but he knows that Wesker has the same sort of darkness within him that Maul himself possesses. They’re two of a kind and like will always find like.
Maul watches as Wesker cuts himself. The blood that rises up is fast becoming a familiar color to Maul given his own is the same, though the smell that wafts through the air is slightly different than the one that comes from his own wounds. He points to one of those that the crabs caused, a long scratch up by his shoulder. Though it has stopped oozing blood by now, the remnants of the green-tinged blood can clearly be seen. ’We are the same.’
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A sharp-toothed smile crosses Maul's face. Yes, it's always good to have allies around for when he inevitably messes things up and he knows Wesker will be a good one when the time comes. Inevitably, Maul will mess up here, he knows himself well enough to know that it will happen whether he wants it to or not, and he'll need people on his side when that happens. He writes again in the sand, erasing his other words so that he has room for the new ones. 'I'm sure all the riff-raff will show up eventually.'
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A smirk crosses Wesker's face in reply to that sharp-toothed smile and he peers down carefully to the words on the sand, trying not to call too much attention to them. Lowering his voice, he adds, "The would-be righteous and the fools who cling to the first strong soul they can lean on. And perhaps the few truly wise souls, who can't be intimidated or manipulated." He pauses, an image crossing his mind, a young-looking man with bright brown eyes and a ready smile, a soul from beyond time and two hearts to contain every soul he meets.
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'If they get anything organized, I will be a part of it.' Maul emphasizes the word 'will' by underlining it deeply in the damp sand with his finger. It's not like anyone can claim he's unfit for the job just by virtue of being a psychopath. Brutal though he was, Maul had run a planet and crime organization with such brutal efficiency he'd become a threat to the only more powerful being in the galaxy: Darth Sidious, his former master. All that had been done in less than a year. He's confident the same can be done here.
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Umbrella's lead researcher and greatest product. The Organization's best asset. Tricell's new leading virologist. F.E.A.R.'s genetic analyst and then the B.S.A.A.'s fully sentient and near-fully human bioweapon. He can't help thinking he's passed from one organization to another as a tool. Time for him to claim some autonomy but keep ties with the folk around him.
"Dare I wonder what entity has blunted our teeth and claws, or is it simply a side effect of the rebirth process? I hope for the latter. I'd rather avoid a repeat of what happened at Sodder's hands."
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'There is already a change that has been wrought upon us. Check the color of your blood. It might be different than before.' Maul doesn't know how this had happened but he suspects the influence of another Pthumerian-human hybrid might be at play here.
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He raises a pale eyebrow. "The color of my blood... If you so insist." He looks around for something sharp, a stone or a rough bit of driftwood. Finding a bit of the latter with an especially sharp and splintered end, he carefully cuts the outside of the back of his forearm.
The blood that gently oozes from the cut has an olive green tint flecked with the usual red. A poisonously sweet sent like the aroma of lilies rises from the cut. "Huh?" he can't help staring a bit and sniffing, trying not to wrinkle his nostrils. "Stairway to the Sun... It's a species of lily in my world of origin."
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Maul watches as Wesker cuts himself. The blood that rises up is fast becoming a familiar color to Maul given his own is the same, though the smell that wafts through the air is slightly different than the one that comes from his own wounds. He points to one of those that the crabs caused, a long scratch up by his shoulder. Though it has stopped oozing blood by now, the remnants of the green-tinged blood can clearly be seen. ’We are the same.’
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