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NOAH ISAACS

Albert Wesker. Pharmaceutical Research and Development. This surely won't end poorly.

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[It is so terribly on - by which I mean it is both very on, and Wesker is kind of terrible at this.

That said, he'll take a moment to ensure that he's not going to completely fail at shooting this thing before moving toward the yard himself; really, child, this is going to be dumb as hell and I don't know why you think this man is going to be competent at this, but here we fucking go and he is apparently not going to bother too much with stealth, here.]

You can't hide forever...

[feistytrader]

[Oh good, Wesker's wide out in the open. Silver sneaks over from tree to tree and tries to keep as quiet as possible. Maybe he can sneak attack him from behind?...]

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[He's taking his time and isn't completely lacking caution, but it's entirely doable, let's be real.

Just hope he doesn't hear you first.]

[feistytrader]

[He sneaks up a little bit closer- damn this sucks, he has to avoid branches and grass and stuff, what the hell- and... Oh fuck it, he's not bothering with aiming, he's going to start spraying him and charge right in.]

[manufactured]

[Oh, what the -

Well, that immediately gets him to turn around, though he has the general presence of mind to try to block the spray from, you know, catching him right in the face; that said, returning fire is something that very much is going to happen, you are not going to win that easily.]

[feistytrader]

[He'll fire for a little longer, then roll out of the way and try to duck behind a tree again, because apparently this is how we're playing this game. Hit and run!]

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[Seriously...

He'll take a moment, at least, to regroup and get behind a damn tree himself; cover is appreciated right now, though he won't stay for long before trying to circle around another way and work out exactly what Silver is trying to do. Intercept before he can do it, try to catch him a bit more off-guard.]

[feistytrader]

[Well, provided that Wesker can find him quickly enough, he is sneaking off to go climb up a tree. It's a good vantage point, but getting up branches is much harder than getting up buildings and he has to carry a huge plastic gun all the way up there to boot. He's wide open.]

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There you are.

[You most definitely are wide open, aren't you; hopefully you like getting a water gun partially unloaded into you, because this is convenient.]

[feistytrader]

[That's one way to get him to scramble up faster- he has no choice but to take a good amount of shots from Wesker, but at least he can turn around and return fire eventually. Damn, that was bad. But hey, now he has the high ground--!]

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[You do, in fact, have the high ground. Well-spotted, Obi-Wan. That said, the high ground in this case is stationary, and god, he is grateful for all the pointless trees on his property right now because the cover they're offering is a godsend.

...I mean, that kind of puts everyone at something of an impasse for the time being, but it's better that than soaked, probably.]

[feistytrader]

[Damn. It's going to be fairly obvious if he ends up leaving the tree too. Where does he go from here?

...

There's a good amount of silence, and then Silver throws a ball in Wesker's general direction. Totodile is sort of unceremoniously deposited out of said ball about two feet above the ground and has a less than stellar landing. Silver really needs to work on his aim with that. Regardless, Totodile's quick to straighten himself up, shake his head, and look for Wesker.

This is totally cheating, but you know what, Wesker has a hose somewhere that he doesn't know about. Fair's fair.]