Category: Resident Evil Village
Rating: M
Couples: -
Warnings: AU, mention of torture, Blood
Chapter: 6
Copyright: Characters & places © By Capcom, Plot & OC´s © by me
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28th July 201X
D.S. has voiced interest in pushing Subject's capabilities. Suggests Subject might be good fit for Apodean Nymphs, considering strength of regeneration.
Ignored my worry that Subject refuses food and drink and is clearly weakening. (wrong sustenance offered or stubborness?)
Would prefer further research first, but if pushed, no choice but to implant.
Labwork is proving inconclusive. Something clearly changed Subject's genetic make-up, but unclear what. No indications of viral infection that led to changes.
Scans have trouble penetrating skin. (Conscious effort on part of Subject or side-effect of change?)
Dissection-wounds heal before useful. Perhaps Apodean Nymph-insert will weaken regeneration enough to dissect.
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D.S. has pushed. Will have to choose suitable Nymph for implantation.
Hope Subject will not fare as previous hosts. It would be a shame to lose Subject while questions remain unanswered.
Subject has largely turned unresponsive, but activity increased drastically when overhearing suggestion of retrieving the three entitites that fled.
Dislocated own arm in attempt to get to scientist who spoke.
Familial connections seem confirmed as Subject claimed them 'daughters'.
Interesting.
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Three days... it had been three days since the Lycans had been send out to find Alcina and nothing.
Donna bit her own lip behind her veil. After a while, Mother Miranda had ordered the Lords back to their own homes, save for Heisenberg, who was to stay with the triplets while their mother was still missing.
She wondered where the priestess was. They rarely knew of her going-ons, but she felt that the older woman might well be gone completely from the village. Even Angie felt the dread that seemed to have settled over the village.
Holding out the thread she had been working with, the dollmaker waited until her doll had snipped it. Working on dolls always calmed her and she certainly needed some calm.
A red drop bloomed on her finger-tip, the sharp point of her needle having easily pierced her skin when her concentration had wavered.
She just stared at it growing.
It had all gone wrong for her first family when her sister had died... Would the same happen to this one if they never found Alcina?
Angie appeared at her side, pressing some scrap-fabric against the small wound.
Mother Miranda certainly seemed as out of it as her own parents had done... back when... when Claudia had died.
"Mother..." She bit her own lip, the pain drawing her back to the present time. Of all three of her current siblings, Alcina had been the one closest to her, visiting on occasion and frequently giving her fabric and other resources for her dolls.
She had been using some of said fabric at the moment. An old dress of the taller woman, rendered useless for her after an attack of something unspecified had torn a large gash into it.
Putting the needle aside and wrapping her hand around her hurt finger, she rose from her seat to search for some band-aids. She wondered if she even still had any of those. At least no blood had ended up on her projects, so that was something that had gone right recently.
There were no band-aids in the house, but by the time she had given up at finding one, the bleeding had stopped.
"Angie." Calling out for her doll, she gathered her latest creations in her arms, leaving no room for the other doll. "Follow."
Her travel to the Dimitrescu castle would be slower than usual, but she didn't want to bother with getting a carriage. The Duke would probably give her a ride, but perhaps the time outside would calm her nerves.
Angie scampered along, for once not complaining at having to walk a long distance herself.
By the time they reached the large castle looming over the area, night was fast encroaching. She had heard noises in the forest that hinted at unsavoury creatures, but they knew better than to attack one of the Lords, even if it was the weakest of the four.
"Donna?" Karl greeted her at the frontdoor, looking surprised at her presence. "Did you..."
She knew he had seen what she brought to the castle, his eyes clearly fastened to the three dolls in her arms. "For the girls..." She shyly informed him, adjusting her hold. "Where are they?"
"Alcina's bedroom." He closed the door behind them, not even complaining when Angie clambered up his coat so he could carry her. For all that she so clearly annoyed him, he at least never threw her away. "Been there practically since you lot left."
"Oh..." She knew that feeling. She had spend weeks in her parent's bed before Mother Miranda had come to her. Tightening her hold on the dolls in her arms, she followed after her older brother. Tilting her head some, she looked him over. "Did... did you shower?"
He grunted in answer. "I don't want to bother with Alcina's complaining when she comes back and learns I spend time in her house." He shook his head. "She would take time to complain that I 'stunk up the place' and whatnot. I'd feel bad shooting back at her."
Huh... That was new. Donna snorted softly, a grin forming at his annoyed glare over his shoulder. Alcina would not believe her when she'd tell her that Karl actually cared.
Her amusement however sizzled out the moment he opened the door for her. The three children of their eldest sister were cuddled into their mother's bed, holding one of her dresses. From what she had gathered, they had been adamant to be allowed to search for their mother the first day, but after having been forbidden had just collapsed in on themselves. She hoped the Lycans quickly found something.
"I made you something." She softly informed them, closing the distance between herself and the bed and offering up the dolls she had been working on these last few days. Three doll-Alcina's looked down on the black-clad girls, golden button's echoing their mother's eyes and catching the light of the candles much the same way. She had used the old dress to make three dresses for the dolls in much the same style the Dimitrescu matriarch prefered the most.
The first to reach for one was the redhead, gently taking one of the dolls as new tears formed in her eyes.