Evil in Residence - A Resident Evil RP

Who: Wesker & HUNK (& whomever else is part of Wesker's welcoming committee when he arrives on Peregova. Work that out amongst yourselves.)
What: Wesker arrives on the island
Where: an approved landing zone inside Coralon Complex
Rating: PG-13, probably.

( Wiedervereinigung )

Who: HUNK and Ginovaef
What: Training session to determine strengths. And probably lots of pissing matches.
Where: Training center of the Coralon Complex. (What, there probably is one.)
Rating: Uh, Ginovaef's in this. We'll say R to be safe.

Who: Wesker and HUNK
What: Wesker receives an invitation and makes a phone call to Ada. She doesn't answer, but instead, he gets an unexpected call.
Where: Wesker's secret hideout? ...and HUNK is already on location in at the sunny Coralon Complex Resort and Spa.

( Ring, ring. )

Who: Nicholai and HUNK
What: Nicholai's arrival and a face-to-face meeting after six years.
When: This morning
Rating: I'm putting a safe R because Nick is kind of foul.

He's snarling, nearly splitting the cigarette that is lodged between his teeth as they touch down. It has been a long ride to the island and it has been a true test of Nicholai's patience. The American pilot had been a loud and boisterous rookie who loved to tell a tale or two during the course.

Nicholai is the first to get off and the first to snag his gear from the back. He's silent, stone-cold glare set on anyone that even gives him a dirty glance. He hears the maintenance man on the other side of the chopper and instantly, he's thinking that a little blood on his face would do well for a reunion with Death. But rationality hits him like a wall and he merely spits a few choice Russian swears before slithering across the other side of the air craft.

"Oi, now, don't yee be goin' off and makin' a revolution o'dis thing, now, ey?" O'Brian, the maintenance boy, speaks up just at the time that Ginovaef thinks he is home free. The Russian stops, his neck tenses. He can feel the bones stiffening, almost begging for him to crack the kinks out and deck this Irish punk right across his pale, freckled, dumb face. But Nicholai's shoulders just fall and shake. He's laughing.

"I wonder when the British will finally wipe out that little island of yours. It is such, as you say, an eye sore. It is too bad you were not wiped out in the famine, mn? God's way of weeding out the weak. Ah, guess he has failed us." Nicholai's remark gets a loud string of swears from the crew member, but the pilot is good and steps in between. Nicholai just continues to laugh.

"Keep your dog chained next time, American pig." And off he goes, grinning all the while. His mind spins with the images of the two men at his feet, bleeding and gasping like the pair of fish they are. It sends shivers down the Russian's spine and had someone more enticing not been waiting for him, he probably would have made his dream a firm and harsh reality. But as it stands, he has other fish to cut. Namely ones with blond hair, dark and hollow eyes, and stubble that never seems to grow out of control.

((OOC note: I wasn't sure whether to put this in the evil_talk comm or here, so just nudge me if it should be moved. My reasoning would be that a simple transcription of this phone call wouldn't catch the kinds of undercurrents.))

The number he dials is an unfamiliar one, and his scarred, knotted fingers hesitate over the buttons as he recalls the sequence. He glances down at the sheet of type-out, with columns of numbers and information, a red check mark next to his current target the sole ornament on the page.

The ring shivers into life over the line, and HUNK takes a breath, and listens to the ring.

If he knows Ginovaef as he thinks he does, there's a good chance the man won't pick up the phone, given the strange number.

But, then again, people change.

He waits.