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GUNTHER SCHWARZ

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

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[manufactured]

Just hit me with something. I guarantee I'll block it before it comes in contact with anything alarming, and I would hope that you trust me enough to know by now that I wouldn't ask you to do anything that would hurt me in any way.

I want you to see this for yourself, here, before you see it in the middle of a fight and it distracts you.

[scythegun]

[That's a damn good reason because he knows it'll distract him in a fight. And unlike Wesker, he's not incredibly durable; if he loses focus in a fight it could easily be the end of him. It's for the best, isn't it?

Still, he doesn't like it, and it shows on his face.]

I do trust you, of course... What do you want me to hit you with?

[manufactured]

Find something metal; one of the fireplace pokers should work. You're not going to like it, but you'll understand why I don't want you using anything wooden or any sort of proper weapon when we're done.

[He'll stand up as he says it, if only to avoid the awkwardness of the most immediate target being his damn head.]

Swing it at me as hard as possible. Just once. Don't hold back, just trust me. I wouldn't ask you to do anything that has even a chance of hurting me, because I'm not going to put that on you. Do you believe me?

[scythegun]

[Jaeger moves to grab one of the pokers then, examining it instead of looking at Wesker.]

...I do.

[Wesker's words are reassuring even if the thing he's being asked to do isn't, but this is ultimately for the best. If they get in a fight and he hesitates...

Well, he's not going to let that happen. So after a moment he nods to himself. He's worked up the courage to actually do it, so it's now or never and "never" isn't really an option as far as he's concerned.]

I'm ready.

[It's the only warning Wesker gets before he swings the damn thing at Wesker's torso as hard as he can. There's no hesitation behind it but dear god please don't make him regret this.]

[manufactured]

[There are a few things that are going to become immediately obvious, the first being that Wesker was not exaggerating when he said that his speed has been enhanced, nor was his confidence baseless when he said that Jaeger wouldn't be able to land a hit anywhere alarming. When he moves the motion is both fluid and inhumanly fast, enough to ensure that anything sharp isn't going to connect with his body, though he brings his arm down hard to stop the poker mid-swing even though it's going to miss.

And the goddamn thing just bends.

It isn't anything gentle, either, it isn't like it meets with resistance the way one would expect before either following through or deflecting off. It's like hitting a goddamn wall - the poker stops completely dead, the vibrations running strongly up toward where Jaeger's holding it, the metal bending hard to wrap at a tight angle around his forearm.

There isn't any blood drawn; he doesn't even flinch at the contact. He just...breathes in and pulls away, clearly uninjured and obviously unfazed, and he's smirking a bit as he does so.]

I can assure you that I hardly even felt that.

[scythegun]

[Jaeger barely registers that Wesker's moved to stop the poker, but suddenly he's hitting something really goddamn hard and all he can really do is stare, both at the bent poker and Wesker's arm like he's having trouble putting two and two together and coming up with four.]

...That's incredible.

[He pulls the poker back to examine where it's bent, then looks to Wesker's arm as if to double check that there's no damage there. He really is remarkably durable, isn't he? He had no reason to doubt Wesker's words before, but seeing it in action...]

No wonder you're so confident that you won't be hurt. That's... I really don't have words for how amazing that is.

[And how much of a relief it is too.]

[manufactured]

I thought you would like being able to see it for yourself.

[God, he seems so pleased with himself.]

It's all like that, you know. The powers I've been able to use so far... They're all like that.

[He usually doesn't sound this excited about anything; either way, he's clearly pleased with this much, as far as the virus goes.]

[scythegun]

[He can certainly understand the excitement. Just imagine being able to fight like that... It's incredible, really.]

Are they really? That's amazing. I'm a bit jealous, honestly!

[It's light, but he's entirely serious about it.]

Thank you for showing me, I think I'll be less worried about you now.

[Fire is still something to look out for, but apparently Wesker can tank physical hits like this. Damn, that really is impressive.]

[manufactured]

It's as I've been telling you - I don't think I can die. Not to anything we have to worry about here, at any rate.

[He still seriously hates the actual undead thing, but this part of it is so fucking cool, Jaeger.]

Just remember that if something happens - if we get separated, or if we get into a fight against something. Nothing can hurt me. Even bullets just break skin, they don't do any actual damage.

And if anything, it feels...good, using my abilities like that. I enjoy it.

[scythegun]

[It really is super fucking cool, holy shit.]

I'm glad you do, since I'm sure you'll get a chance to show that off when we return. I think I'll worry less now that I've seen it in action. It really is impressive.

[manufactured]

It's not perfect, which is why I do still need to test it in some ways. But that can wait until we've returned and had some time away from all of that.

[...And he'll try to ask you first, all right.]

[scythegun]

Yes, that sounds like a good idea.

[Thank you, he appreciates it...]

I'm looking forward to seeing what you can do once you've mastered all of your handy new abilities. I'm sure it'll be incredible!

[manufactured]

It may not be for a while yet. But I'm looking forward to it as well.

[At least he seems to be calming down some and is vibrating a little less...]

[scythegun]

[That's good! Now help him out, what does he do with this bent fireplace poker, does he just... put it back...??]

I am too! You'll have to let me know when you feel you've gotten a good handle on your abilities!

[manufactured]

[...good question, um.]

Of course- ...you don't know what to do with that, do you.

[I MEAN, NEITHER DOES HE, BUT STILL.]

[scythegun]

Not at all! What do you want me to do with it?

[HELP!!]

[manufactured]

That's a very good question.

[...]

I...suppose it can be put back for now.

[what the fuck are our lives]

[scythegun]

That works!

[And back it goes! Okay, so part of it is just. bent now. but that's fine...]

[manufactured]

I remembered doing that to metal before, some time ago. In a fight against Chris.

[...]

He was aiming at my face; I appreciate your not doing that.

[scythegun]

Of course I wasn't going to aim at your face...

[Oh my god.]

It's incredibly impressive that you can do that, though!

[manufactured]

In fairness, he didn't succeed in hitting me. Obviously.

[jesus, wesker.]

[scythegun]

Well, at least there's that! You sound pretty pleased with yourself.

[manufactured]

That was the fight that ended in the loss of my left eye. I'll take the victories that I can.

[...He still sounds pleased. It was a good fight, okay.]

[scythegun]

Understandable. It wasn't a terrible memory, was it?

[It certainly doesn't sound like it was, anyway.]

[manufactured]

It happened quickly, for what it's worth - a pipe of some sort burst near my head, it sparked a blast of flame somehow that hit me in the face. There wasn't a lot of pain involved, though. I know that.