on possible roommate

[jillion]

Look, I don't care what you do in the time when you're not obsessing over the newest shit show to put me through, or what shitty bandwagon you jump on or off of, but I'm not gonna room with some scrubby merc fresh out of the 90's. I've been just fine on my own without the headache of someone else, let alone another byproduct of my father's screwed up hobbies.

Don't even say anything about the hair either. It's bad enough you give me shit about the bike, don't start with my looks too now.

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[torsion]

You know, almost didn't realize you were a redhead. But the cut's cute.

[ How charming! ]

[jillion]

And here I would have pegged you for being more observant Capt... Jill.

[he's starting to run out of nicknames for you.]

[torsion]

Sorry. Didn't mean to not pay enough attention to you. C'mere and I'll give you a noogie to make up for it.

[ She's alright with that. He might run out of nicknames, but she'll never run out of ways to tease him. ]

[jillion]

I get more than enough attention from you and the rest of the BSAA, thanks. Pass. Who even gives those anymore? It's like traveling back in time with you people.

[fended]

I sure wouldn't want to be that guy. Sounds like a guy that can get no love -- yanno? Like the song says. Kidding aside, the the 90s weren't a joking matter. There were some tough times there -- especially towards the tail end. Maybe cut him a break, yeah?

You ever think about growing it out? I know. Not everyone can pull it off like me, but it's like the saying goes: Don't knock it until you've tried it.

[jillion]

[fml]

I said 'scrubby', not scrub. Christ, you got to be kidding me. Maybe I'll 'cut him a break' if he takes a good look in the mirror. Which by the way? YOU, are the 'scrubby merc' and I'm liking the idea even less now.

[why can't anyone be normal around here?]

. . .

Yeah, PASS.

[you're the last person he would ever take hair tips from.]

[fended]

[RUDE]

Excuse me? SCRUBBY?? For your information the ladies happen to dig this look. I know this might come as news to you, but it's harder than it looks keeping up all of this during an outbreak. I can't always keep up appearances, fight the monsters, AND save the ladies. Which, speaking of ladies? I had no idea about the arrangement. I had different plans of rooming with the lady friend instead.

[jillion]

Yeah, keep telling yourself that. Does 'the lady friend' know about this?

[unabating]

Are you now? My sources tell me that you may not be fairing nearly as well as you think that you are. I hear that was quite the little adventure that you had with Miss Birkin. I highly doubt that all that troubles you now is another one of your kind.

[There's a deliberate pause that follows. Oh, there's more that he has to say. After all, it was a rare opportunity to speak to his son.]

By the way, my deepest condolences on your mother. I heard far too late what had become of her. Such a good son to have devoted so much time and effort only to have her taken far too soon from this cruel world.

[It was the least that he could offer in the most Wesker way possible.]

[jillion]

Yeah? Last I heard your ass went down in flames in a volcano with a side of 2 rockets to the face. Think I'm fairing a hell of a lot better than you are. And that's rich you of all people making assumptions about my life when you weren't even in it.

[oh hell no]

. . . What did you say?

[there's an anger inside of him that can't be described in words. he knew his father was fucked up, but this took the cake. his eyes narrow not even trying to hold back his emotions. some things were a sore subject and a deadbeat psychopath father talking about his mother was one of them.]

[unabating]

Oh, is that all you've heard? Hm. True as that may be, it was hardly an assumption. My sources are quite credible and I'm merely stating a fact. Or do you wish to tell me otherwise that it was hardly the adventure that it was made out to be?

My condolences -- regards, or otherwise sympathies should you not understand what that means -- to your late mother. A pity her letter had arrived too late. I would have made my appearance sooner had things gone differently.

[jillion]

Shit there's more? [can you feel the sarcasm gramps?] You think I care about anything you have to say? Like I said, real rich you of all people making assumptions about my life. [spin it however you want. he's not changing his tune any time soon.]

I know what 'condolences' are asshole. Just want to make sure I heard right. Save your bullshit for a chump who will believe it. Don't know why my mother was so hung up on a worthless shit like you. It's just as well you didn't show up. Wouldn't have wanted you there anyway.

[boulders]

Could be worse, kiddo. Might be just as well that your mun's giving you crap. Wouldn't want you to crash another one and mess up that fine head of hair of yours.

[jillion]

Bet you think you're real funny. Don't you have a jarhead girlfriend to run off to or another psychopath father to shoot?

[boulders]

1 - Partner, not girlfriend.
2 - Jarhead's marines. We're SOU and SOA.
And no, I don't plan to encounter Wesker any time soon. So you're it, sport.

[jillion]

Yeah, yeah, same difference. Go tell it to someone who cares like that "partner" of yours with the lady boner for you. Good for you. While you're at it go get another hobby that doesn't involve me having to babysit you.

[agod]

[well, he was going to chime in to add to your misery, but another one already beat him to it. he'll just stand here with the most disapproving look that one can afford to the embodiment of failure with but one thing to say.]

Have you nothing better to do with your time than to incessantly complain and fawn over my existence?

[jillion]

In your own delusional world as usual. Not that it's any of your business what I do, but I have a shit ton of better things to be doing. Like not talking to a deadbeat psychopath father.

[agod]

And you in yours. You speak as if your time is of actual value and any of those things actually matter to me.

[instacop]

That's a lot of shit, tough guy. Muns have their fair share of weird ideas. At least they didn't pull the bad username card on you.

[ She wasn't exactly a cop -- and what the hell is an instagram anyway? Kids these days. ]

[jillion]

No shit, Captain Obv-- [hold on a second...]

. . . Do I know you?

[instacop]

Smartass. Don't think we've ever met before.

[ There's a pause as she briefly debates telling him. ]

Jill Valentine, STARS.

[ Former, but that's how people knew, and knew of her. It was a long and complicated story. ]

[deathstroke]

Beggars can't be choosers.

[jillion]

Tell me something I don't know, pal.

[deathstroke]

Stop being a beggar and choose to change things for yourself.