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It's still early, though not that. Ryan's finished his morning workout and has just stepped out of the shower. River's downstairs at the moment, probably reading, and Damocles with her since he gets bored waiting for Ryan to get clean.

As if Ryan's thrilled when Dam gets muddy.

He opens the bathroom door to let the steam clear out into the main room, prowling to the dresser to get fresh clothes.

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"He slapped me. It doesn't matter now. Neither of them do.

"...that was a cheerful little thought," Deitmar adds. Really, he's not sure what to make of it.

Ryan shrugs. "Offer stands.

"It'd be secretive, but you're used to that. And you'd be working for their government so while you may work under restrictions, you can't be accused of any wrong doing."

Unless he ignores the restrictions, of course.

"They'd be morons to waste talent that's practically fallen in their laps." Then again, they are Yanks.

"I helped to create an uncurable plague that causes three-quarters of the dead to get up as zombies," Deitmar says simply. "I don't imagine the restrictions will become any lighter."

He simply can't not be proud of his work. He's tried. He's failed. He smells of pride now.

"That depends entirely on what they want you to do," Ryan points out.

"You know, it's occurred to me that if your zombies weren't so infectious, the virus would be much more useful as a weapon." More limited, true, but it'd be a great way to save on troops. Just set off a way to infect the first batch of creatures and let them kill everything else in the area.

See, there's a reason these two get along so well.

"It's delicate outside the body, strong inside; there's no real way to weaken the infection rate that we've found yet without cutting back on its-" Wesker realizes he's about to take off into science-speak. "Making it less infectious tends to mean that it kills far more slowly, allowing more time for an infected person to flee the area and spread it over a wider area."

It all has the sound of something he's been over before. They had so many arguments about this, even during beta testing.

"Wait," Ryan frowns. "If it's less infectious, is spreading it still such a concern?"

"Zombies attacking a county away from our target is not the desired result. And yes. It can affect animals."

"That's true," Ryan allows. "Still, it might be useful in a siege situation where bombing isn't an option.

"I know you've been reading biology books from after your time; will that be useful at all?"

Wesker actually smiles.

Which gets a grin out of Ryan. He shoulderbumps his pup saying, "I'll take that as a yes, then."

Deitmar glances down at the contact and nearly smiles at him.

...sorry Ryan. Different kinds of smiles, anyway.

"I needed an advantage, and I don't see how I can damage my reality more than I have by using the resources of the bar to alter the outcome."

Ryan frowns.

"You believe you've damaged your reality?"

"I was trying not to learn too much for fear of moving the science of my time past what it should be." Wesker shrugs. "I was curious."

He makes no apologies.

Ryan looks dubious.

"What it should be according to whom?"

You know he would have been bringing his superiors all sorts of information if he had survived.

"I didn't want to accidentally cause a paradox," Wesker points out.

The werewolf's look grows more serious.

"You're referring to that future version."

Edited 2009-03-18 04:05 (UTC)

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