Floatport: Not with a bang, but a whimper.

[xenomina]

So it is indeed a 'she', this will be interesting. Remaining a gentleman, he moved in front of Redmage, leaning down to offer her a hand up. "My sincerest apologies," He told her. "It's a shame, really, that was a fine red cloak. Perhaps we'll be able to find one somewhere to replace yours." His eyes narrowed behind the lenses of his sunglasses. What was the story behind the black crystal? Probably just some pointless accessory that women often wore.

[Lyrenth]

-She blinked, and gently stood up dusting herself off. "Well, it's not as if it's nessicary to hide it, Unless this world takes the same drastic view on women as my own did. Which...would necessitate me destroying each and everyone of it's inhabitants. I'll not live through that again, thanks." She said, the black crystal swaying left and right as she tossed the claok into a nearby dumpster, taking off her hat to allow her left hand to undo the topknot that hid the majority of her hair to let it cascade down. Replacing the hat, hand on hip, she turned to Albert, and smiled, a predatory, toothfilled smile. "Perhaps we'll make it out of the flayed hide of something, Mm?"

[xenomina]

Wesker chuckled once more at the woman's input. "If I have may way, that shouldn't be necessary." He looked around. "We should probably begin our investigation before the floatport reaches it's next city. It would be unfortunate to be caught if we end up having to resort to more drastic measures."

[Lyrenth]

"Drastic indeed. Lead on, Doctor, You seem to have things well thought out and in hand....and if not, I can improvise something, I'm sure." She said, lazily flicking a stray strand of whire hair out of her face, a humourless smile spreading across her face, as they came across the doorway to the corridor they had just come in, the one Wesker had entered throuh, people busily wandering around on their incromprehensible errands.

[xenomina]

Wesker looked around the new corridor, observing the various people that scurried about. Who should they talk to first? It was then that keen eyes spotted a women entering a room by herself. With luck, she would be alone, and ripe for questioning. Quietly, but quickly, Wesker made his way to the doorway.

[Lyrenth]

Redmage watched, but simply stood in the doorway of the room that was "empty" She never liked to particularly participate in another's torture, or well, questioning, however you wanted to gloss it ove,r the questioning was an art form of the utmost importance to the questioner, and having someone interfere with that was tantamount to desecrating a holy shrine or another. Or something. Clearing her head of the philosophical excuses, she merely stood watch with the slightlybigger bulk of vail blocking line of sight through the doorway, though it's head in her pocket, rummaging.

[xenomina]

He gave Redmage a knowing smile before knocking on the door. "Ma'am? Doctor Williams, I've been told to examine all the floatport passengers for signs of airsickness. May I come in?"

"OF COUUURRRRSE, DARLING! ~<3" The woman the door to them, and Wesker stepped inside, motioning Redmage to follow.

[Lyrenth]

She blinked, a bit and then chuckled softly, as she followed then hushed the chocobo, tying it to the doorpost outside, giving it a feed bag of grens to munch on while she was within the room. When she got in however, she simply elaned against the door, locking the way in or out, her hat pulled down over her eyes as a faint light of Barrier flitte dup the door, effecitvely making the room soundproofed.....and escape-proof, for the time being.

[xenomina]

As his companion entered, Wesker motioned the young woman to sit down. Sitting in a chair next to her, he began to check her pulse. While he wasn't an actual doctor, he knew enough to pull off an act effectively enough. He smiled at her with a fake warmth.

"So, tell me, ma'am, where all does this floatport go? I just started this job, and I haven't left town much." Little did Wesker know that he had opened himself up to an earful of talk. The woman proceeding to tell them everything they wanted to know about the layout of This World, and much that they had rather not known at all.

[Lyrenth]

Redmage's ears seemed to tilt down a little bit as her nose twitched. "Dammit.." She murmured, "worse than Edguard, or Lucretia." she murmured, the villians of her home-universe had been...talkative to the letter, considering that they literally ranted about their own evil plans...then again, listening was the key to wining...sometimes, and so was bashing, or magicking in the skull of the offender. So she listened for a time, before soon, a HALF HOUR had passed and hte woman still talked, so the half hour would fin Redmage and her chocbo in a corner, curled up in a tangled mass of red and black.

[xenomina]

Indeed, by the end of the hour Wesker was on his last nerve. He had learned almost too much in that hour, and far more than he would have ever wanted to learn about that woman. His teeth began to grate as he listened with thin patience, hos hands balled into fits and shoved into his lap. It was when the woman began talking about her pet poodle "Fifi" for the third time when his last strand finally broke. Standing from his chair and nearly knocking it over, he grabbed the woman by the neck in one smooth motion, effectively stopping her from screaming for help.

"Speak no more," he growled, before snapping her neck with a flick of the wrist, but what happened next had surprised him more than anything. The woman effectively became a grey statue on top of a golden stand. What nonsense was this?!?

[Lyrenth]

-Redmage blinked a bit, her head cocking to the side. ".....Interesting." She said, slowly, coming forewar do texamine the statue more closely, his bird Quarking at him for making their comfy spot less comfy, and elss filled with company. "I wonder, the statue vaguely looks like her, grey jowls and everything, but what about this base?" she said, softly, before reaching down to touch the base. In a flash the woman was alive again! In haste the redmage cast a quick ice-spell which made the woman turn back itno a statue. Raising an eyebrow, she turned to Whesker, and giggled. "Isn't this place fun? Torture victims don't get the final victory of death afterall!"

[xenomina]

"Indeed," Wesker agreed half-heartedly. While he wasn't fully attracted to the idea of torture, he was highly interested in This World's take on death.

...Moreso, what kind of effects this may have on a very particular chain of viruses...

But, that was unimportant right now. Their goals achieved, they would have to make their way off the Floatport, and most certainly before it reached it's next stop.

"We should leave." Was all the words he gave as he quietly moved the statue wear one could not see it from the doorway.