Category: Resident Evil Village
Rating: M
Couples: -
Warnings: AU, mention of torture, Blood
Chapter: 17
Copyright: Characters & places © By Capcom, Plot & OC´s © by me
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"Oh." He grinned a bit at the surprised sound Alcina made when they hit the gardens, she clearly not having expected the small gathering that awaited her there.
"Mother!" Three clouds of bugs rushed over and he gladly conceded his place at her back so one of them could start pushing her further outside.
"I see someone planned a party..." The older woman smiled warmly at them, golden eyes shining, mirroring the joy of the triplets. "A special occasion?"
"That... and we have done not nearly enough as a family, I realized." Mother Miranda spoke up softly, having taken a seat on a blanket on the grassfield. "Think you'd manage to join us?"
"Not on the blanket, I am afraid." The elder Dimitrescu chuckled softly, adjusting her youngest so the small thing was properly resting on her knees instead of being held to free up her arms. "Or well, I can join you, but I can make no assurances as to whether I'd manage to leave again."
"Karl complained about his old back again?" Moreau had escaped the summer heat into the nearby fountain, forming a small mountain in the water. Angie had clambered onto the stone edge, looking like she was planning the best way to use the other Lord to climb to the very top of the construction.
"Oy!"
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It was certainly a nice day, bringing to mind vague memories of a time before Mother Miranda had stolen him and changed him. He might even be enjoying himself with these new family-members and would certainly not complain about the near-complete 180 their relation had done after some mild abduction.
Who would have thought?
"If you burn down my house, Heisenberg..."
"Oh shut it, I am quite capable with fire." He twirled the iron skewer easily over the large fire that was standing in for a barbecue. "Besides, you could stand to lose some crap."
Alcina quirked an eyebrow at his smug look, flexing her fingers where she was sitting in her wheelchair beside the grass. One of her maids was hovering just behind her, ready to fetch things as her mistress required. "You are so lucky I am still recovering."
"It's called strategic planning, you ought to try it some time."
"If I thought you'd be able to learn chess, I'd invite you over and show you."
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His good mood did evaporate once he returned to his factory, as he was still struggling his way through the laptop they had taken along almost two weeks ago. He simply was no hacker, simply because the amount of computers in the village could be counted on one hand, if that.
Disturbingly, the few things that seemed to be completely inaccesible were those 'Apodean Nymphs' they had used on his sister and the 'Ambers' that had attacked the vineyard three weeks ago. In short, anything about their particular creations.
"Still..." Even from the few mentions, it was clear to him that they had many of those and that the Dimitrescu Matriarch had been the first one who had survived one of the Nymphs. He had not wanted to have to bring it up, hoping he could find out more first, but he had to now that he had combed the laptop through twice without success.
Time to see how far the maternal feelings of Miranda truly went, he supposed.
"Mother Miranda?" At the moment she answered her phone, he realized he probably should have waited a bit longer at least, so as to not ruin the memory of the family-gathering just a few hours ago.
"Karl." The warmth and gentleness in her voice still sounded strange to him, but he could manage.
"I might have bad news." No use to beating around the bush, it would help no one. "I think we might have to hear out Alcina about what happened to her soon."
"Why?" The customary cold is back, but he can almost hear the parental dread under it.
"The... baby..." Heisenberg nearly called it 'thing', but he had the vague notion that his sister might hear even from this distance and snarl at him in protective maternal fury again. "I can honestly find nothing about it on this laptop. But you saw the notes of..."
"Of when it was implanted." The woman on the other end groaned softly. "Nothing?"
"Nada." He leaned against the table. "And yet, it seemed like an important part of their research."
"And Alcina was the first... fit." Now that he had brought her attention to it, she followed his thoughts easily.
"That place can't have been the only one... or even if it was, how big are the chances everyone was there?" He clawed at the table. "Bela said there were 100 of those things in the vineyard that day... and that was a 'test-run' if we have to believe these notes. You do not throw everything you have into a test-run. You throw a fraction."
"Perhaps we were too thorough in destroying the place." Especially now, three weeks later, barely anything would be left. Certainly nothing that would clear up matters. "Should have taken one of them back."
"Probably." Too late to mourn that one now. "But we did not, so now we have to resort to the next best thing."
"Oh Alcina..." The words were so soft that it was obvious they had not truly been meant for his ears. "Oh..."