I Dream of Darkshire

[Albert Wesker]

"Yes...she certainly is rather unique." Strange would perhaps have been a better word, but to each their own. In this place the definition of 'strange' was bound to be stretched rather thin on occasion. "Though as you say, in such a place as this...that isn't a hard bar to set. The town is rather dreary." It was somewhat amusing to see the young one flitting and circling around, hiding behind the hunched over form of the old man. Almost like a child hiding and shying away from a stranger.

Though he had only come to this town to do a quick bit of scouting and start his work toward the eventual end goals he had, things certainly did have a way of turning aside. It was hard to tell, at just a glance, whether the inhabitants of this world were among the numerous masses of secondaries that seemed to be everywhere or one of the comparatively fewer primes. Even seeing them in action wouldn't be a surefire way to tell much of anything; there were plenty here, of primes who could do anything and yet were fairly mundane in their displayed abilities and appearance, and equally as many if not more secondaries who displayed fantastic and strange abilities and ostentatious forms of appearance.

It was only the possibility that this old man, given his out of place appearance and the way he carried himself, so completely at odds with the rest of the town, might be a Prime that Wesker didn't dismiss him entirely and go on with his own business. The chance for a potential ally, or even a pawn, was not one to be missed.

"Yes...I suppose that such a public venue is ill-suited to such a conversation," he finally agreed, turning aside and starting to slowly pace away down the street. "I believe such a place shouldn't be too difficult to locate." The town was fairly large, and less than spectacular, but if history was to be believed it had once been quite the opposite. There should be no shortage of suitable places for a civilized discussion away from prying eyes and ears.