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GUNTHER SCHWARZ

Jaeger. Leviathan's Claw owner. Not particularly pleased to be here.

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[manufactured]

[...As much as he is here for consuming approximately half of Jaeger's collection of scotch tonight, he will try to refrain.

He knows the routine by now, though, and he doesn't hesitate before pouring himself something and just...trying to settle a bit.]

I suppose I appreciate your doing this on short notice. Not that I expected otherwise.

[...Given that you tend to just. drag him places with no warning.]

[scythegun]

You're very lucky I wasn't busy tonight!

[hahahaha who are we kidding, he's almost never busy at night, his life is just as depressingly lonely as yours is!!]

But you're welcome anyway~!

[manufactured]

[God, you are the most annoying man on the planet.]

Yes, well. I suppose the potential for distraction struck me as a good thing.

[...This scotch is going to be gone so fast.]

[scythegun]

[He lives to serve~! Except not really, you can fill your own glass.]

Ja, understandable! I'm very good at distractions, if I do say so myself!

[manufactured]

Did you find anything else out about that...weapon of yours?

[You know, the five-in-one deathscythe supreme.]

[scythegun]

Only that it's entirely too heavy to lift, so it's staying in the shop for now. I don't want to be caught trying to sell that thing!

[And also it's his now, thanks Retrospec...???]

[manufactured]

...I see.

[Hm.]

Do you want to sell it?

[scythegun]

[...wow, don't call him out like this.]

Not particularly. It's an interesting weapon and Retrospec must have left it to me for some reason.

[manufactured]

...It feels like it's yours.

[It isn't precisely a question.]

[scythegun]

[...]

Ja, it does. Did you receive something from them too...?

[manufactured]

I did. A few days before I came to see you in your shop.

[He's got it with him, because of course he does; he will just be setting his drink down for a second for the sake of pulling out a massive fuckoff combat knife with a serrated edge on it, the initials S.T.A.R.S. engraved into the blade itself, and some weirdass insignia near the hilt.

...He'll set it on the table, you can take it to look at if you want. And proceed to pick up his damn drink again.]

You've seen your share of odd things. I don't suppose you recognize that?

[scythegun]

[Jaeger picks it up carefully, turning it this way and and that as he examines it.]

No, I don't. It's an interesting piece, though! I don't recognize that insignia at all, do you?

[He doubts it. Because this is Retrospec and they're a pain in the ass like that.]

[manufactured]

No. Nor do I understand why I would be receiving something apparently issued by some sort of police department - I've never any interest in law enforcement in my life.

[scythegun]

Hmm. I'm sure there's a reason behind it, but I can't say what it could be.

[He'll set the knife back down on the table and shrug.]

At least, I'm hoping there's some kind of secret method to their madness! If there isn't, I don't know what I'll do.

[manufactured]

To hear the others talk, it has something to do with past lives.

[...However, we're going to abandon that line of thought with a good several few moments of silence and more alcohol, um.]

I'm not entirely certain how much I believe that, however. Just on principle, it's patently ridiculous.

[scythegun]

[More alcohol is always the answer.]

Mm, agreed. It sounds so ridiculous, doesn't it? Past lives... hah.

[He doesn't sound very amused, though.]

[manufactured]

...Don't tell me you've been considering that as well.

[come on buddy don't do this to him]

[scythegun]

It's not something I'm putting that much thought into, don't worry!

[He holds up a hand and laughs, this time it sounds closer to genuine.]

But it's something I haven't dismissed entirely, if you want me to be perfectly honest. I'm not sure what to make of any of this.

[manufactured]

I'm a man of science, Jaeger. I'm not going to put much stock into all of this new-age reincarnation...whatnot without any sort of proof.

[scythegun]

Of course not. And I certainly don't blame you for that! But I can't dismiss it quite as easily.

[If only because it's easier to hold onto something.]

Anyway... Are you going to tell me what happened to cause you to seek me out tonight?

[manufactured]

[Mnnngh.]

Why are you so interested? Nothing happened.

[scythegun]

Oh come now, why wouldn't I be interested? You never want to do anything fun with me!

[Even if this isn't exactly his usual idea of "fun".]

[manufactured]

Whether I want to or not, you often see to it that I do.

[...Wesker, that isn't the point.]

[scythegun]

If I didn't, who would? You need to live a little, ja?

[But don't think you've distracted him that easily!!]

I doubt nothing happened, by the way.

[manufactured]

...It's along the lines of the knife. It's inexplicable, and I don't care to consider it too much.