Category: Resident Evil Village
Rating: M
Couples: -
Warnings: AU, mention of torture, Blood
Chapter: 3
Copyright: Characters & places © By Capcom, Plot & OC´s © by me
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24th July 201X
Field-tests of new strain were cut short by agents. Claim to have acquiered a B.O.W. that is stable and sentient.
B.O.W. appears to be a woman of middle age, sized at least 9 feet. Exact measurements are currently impossible as it is still encased in Amber. Sentience seems hinted as B.O.W. is shielding face from Amber. (need for oxygen or protection from solidification-heat?)
Field-agents claim there were three other women with B.O.W. abilities - specifically some kind of semi-permanence - but they retreated on order of the captured B.O.W. when one of them was hit by Amber. (Also sentient or just controlled?)
Claim that B.O.W. capable of conscious body-modification, specifically drastic lengthening and retracting of finger-nails. Strength seems enhanced. (Proportional to size or in excess? Must test)
Footage of field-test will be reviewed once containment has been arranged.
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Footage seems conclusive to coherent sentience. Audio is low from distance, but there was clear vocal word-using communication between B.O.W. - hencefort called Subject - and other three entities. Indications of familial connection; all three entities seperately refered to Subject as 'Mother'. (Biological? Adopted? Simply Title?)
Subject showed indications of higher thinking, realizing danger of Amber after one of the entities was injured by it, using Subject's size and improvized weaponry in attempt to keep Ambers at bay before being overwhelmed.
Subject appears to have heightened regeneration. After removal of Amber most burns have already healed. (extend of capability to be determined)
Subject still unresponsive. (consequence of entrapment in Amber or of healing?)
Still, Subject might be key to making efficient virus that allows elevation of chosen. Must determine cause of Subject's elevation if properly sentient.
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"Explain." Donna felt the cold in Mother Miranda's voice. The three daughters of Dimitrescu were kneeling on the ground - something she had never seen them do - and Bela, kneeling slightly in front of her sisters seemed to be missing a chunk of her arm. What had happened over at the castle?
"Mother... Our mother is missing, Mother Miranda." Bela ground out. That certainly caused some unrest among all listeners. Angie shifted on her lap.
"How the hell did that happen!?" Heisenberg leaned forward from where he had been reclining. "You don't just misplace a 9 foot tall giant!" She was happy he didn't use worse words... she was worried.
"There... there was an attack by... creatures." The oldest daughter ground out, eyes firmly on the stone tiles in front of her. "She ordered us to retreat and intended to deal with them herself, but... she did not return to the castle."
"And you did not look for her... why exactly?" The priestess loomed over them, wings twitching around her body.
"By the time we realized it was taking too long, this meeting was about to start." Cassandra spoke up. "Mother would never have forgiven us if we let you wait, Mother Miranda. So we decided to report first."
"I suppose I must clean up after Dimitrescu's mess." Donna flinched at the statement. Alcina had been the only one of them who once in a while was adressed with her first name by their mother. It felt tellingly disappointed that she had been reduced to last-name-status. "Where exactly did this happen?"
"The west edge of the southernmost Dimitrescu-vineyard." The blond daughter answered softly. She wondered if they also could tell what the last name usage had meant?
"Lead the way there." Mother Miranda started moving, gesturing for the other Lords to follow.
Obediently, Donna shifted Angie so the doll was sitting comfortably on her arm before rising from her own seat. Behind her veil, her eyes trailed to the chair her older sister would sit in. Somehow, its' emptiness felt omnious all of a sudden. The hand she held wrapped around Angie to keep the doll from falling tightened. What if her sister was dead? What would happen then? A small porcelain hand settled on her thumb, pressing down lightly. She didn't want to lose more family.
Their treck to the location in question almost felt like a funeral-procession, Mother Miranda in no clear hurry to get there. The speed certainly reminded her of when her parents had been buried. Was this Alcina's funeral procession? She dared not ask.
There was no light aside from the moon, but she could spot the location of the attack from a distance. Looking down the hillside this particular vineyard was located on, she could see the light reflect of something that covered a good part of the vineyards at the bottom. She was perhaps the slowest to make her way down there, the daughters buzzing along, her brothers wearing pants and Mother Miranda seemingly just floating along.
In turn, Lady Beneviento stumbled over shadow-hidden roots a few times, before her brother came to walk along beside her to assist her. Moreau walked slowly, on occasion pointing out uneven spots and just being a support if she tripped over things neither of them had spotted in time. Her progress was further slowed when she finally reached the rest, the ground here being smooth like ice, leaving her with practically no grip with her shoes.
Even the trelisses around them were coated in whatever substance it was, trapped forever in what seemed to be warm ice. Plastic... was this plastic? She rapped her fingernails against a nearby frozen cluster of grapes - at least, the shape made her think they were, she wasn't the best at seeing in the dark - and squeezed carefully. There was no budging it.