Category: Resident Evil Village
Rating: M
Couples: -
Warnings: AU, mention of torture, Blood
Chapter: 31
Copyright: Characters & places © By Capcom, Plot & OC´s © by me
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Donna considered the flowers her gardener was planting on the Dimitrescu-estate. When she had heard of the destroyed garden, she had realized the perfect way she could help her sister and offered her gardener's services.
Alcina had been dubious, but had acquiesced when the Dollmaker had pointed out that two gardeners worked quicker than one gardener with a bunch of randoms. And graciously, she had offered shoots from her own flowers, giving her the ability to affect minds in the castle now as well.
It would take a good while for the spores to cover everything to give her the largest area possible, but it was something.
"These won't take effect all the time, I hope?" Alcina asked, reclining on the pillows her maids had piled up on the newly planted lawn. "I can't have my maids be seeing things, they would get even less done."
"It only will act when I want it to." She assured her older sister, neatly kneeling on the blanket beside her. "It will also act as an alarm for me. I can sense things touching the flowers."
"Let's hope any intruders don't keep to the pathways." The Lady of the castle offered with a faint chuckle.
"Their roots will spread to cover those as well." Behind her veil, Donna smiled, looking out over to the two gardeners working in tandem. Her own was currently lugging a large bush of some kind to Alcina's, who was digging out a hole. "It's a long-term investment."
Angie was poking the moldy contents of the bowl, which had by now specifically been made for the youngest Dimitrescu. Frederika was watching the gardeners from a distance, absentmindedly poking some of the flowers they had already finished planting.
Would the two Nymphs be affected if she used the flowers? Tilting her head some, she reached for the flowers and gently urged the mental image of a large, beautiful butterfly.
"Mmh..." Alcina hummed in appreciation and even the two gardeners briefly stopped their work to watch it, but the Nymph did not react. She supposed it made sense, if they were just things in approximations of human shape. She knew Mother Miranda was trying to figure out exactly how that worked, but it probably wasn't too different from how the triplets were colonies of flies in human shape, with the only real difference that the triplets had started off human. Would Alcina ever consent to letting them be researched?
The butterfly fell apart, her grip on the minds around her fading. "Hmm." She hoped the two youngest members of the family would not prove to be antagonistic, since she'd not be able to help in any way. The younger of the molds made a drawn-out fartlike sound, to the amusement of the white-clad woman.
"Ereina, please." The long arm made easy work of reaching over, picking up the bowl and lifting it back towards her. "What did I say about those?" With practiced ease, she tilted the bowl to dump its' contents onto the blanket.
Uncaring at her mother's disapproval, the mold shaped itself back into a baby, reaching small arms towards her. Donna chuckled at how her sister promptly picked it up, cooing lovingly. Talk about maternal instincts.
"Just you wait." Alcina had heard her, playfully glaring at her over the small form in her arms. "Once you become a mother, I'd like to see you be all unaffected."
"Not sure I want that." Donna pointed out, feeling she was not about kids herself. A sentiment she already had even before one went into the lack of viable bachelors in the village.
"You will live forever, draga mea. Sooner or later you just might." The Dimitrescu matriarch pointed out with a warm smile. "Until my three eldest were born, I had no plans of becoming a mother either... and look at me now, I have as many children as Mother."
And she dearly hoped she would not get more, considering how she had gotten these last two.
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"I can confirm Subject survived. Unless there's more 10 foot tall woman running in the wilds around here."
"And the Nymph?"
"Unclear. Drone footage was not that good at that distance."
"Get closer."
"The woods are being patrolled by bloody werewolves-like things and god knows what else... if I get closer, I die and there will be no further information."
"Set the drone to streaming."
"The drone won't see shit if I die before I get it close enough. This isn't like a videogame where you just respawn and try again, Dave. If I fuck up, I die and stay dead. I am sure it's more usefull if I can keep gathering information instead of giving a one-shot confirmation, if that."
"The subject is practically big enough to be seen by satellites, you dipshit. We need the information of the drone regarding the Nymph. That second one is probably more valuable than the first simply because it didn't have to put together two dozen incubators. So get that drone somewhere it can confirm or don't even bother reporting in."
"..."
"Get the confirmation asap. That's the only way you won't be fed to the third Nymph."
"You really are your father's son, aren't you?"
"So what if I am? Just do it and fuck off."