yep. just general dick aroundery.

[problemsolver]

No. No crossovers. We could use more people in this fight, but I'm not going to be the one dragging them down into hell. I've got a good team now, for as long as it lasts. ( not including wesker. he's not even on the team, he's the karen of the group, okay. ) Give us a decent shot before you go putting innocent people in danger.

Besides, zombie soviets are not as cool as they look.

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[weaponmadeperfect]

[Laughs a little] Gee they really did clone you? guess it's because I'm a bit too unstable for them to handle.

Though at least you have taste in not trusting him. throw him to the wo... I mean hoard preferably hog tied and weaponless see how long it takes for them to tear him apart. Fifty bucks says an hour.

[problemsolver]

( your jib, she likes the cut of it. )

Wesker? Please. And give up the satisfaction of ripping his head off myself?

[weaponmadeperfect]

You know if they cloned you they probably have a thousand or more of him in storage. We throw the active one at them, and go rip the heads and hearts out of the others?

[f_u_wesker]

Giving us a shot wouldn't be nearly as entertaining for the muns as starting a crossover would be.

[She totally agrees with you, other Alice.]

[problemsolver]

Last thing I need is more people to watch out for. ( especially now that she's a clonemom or. whatever you call whatever she is. and let's be honest, "watch out for" is code for "watch dwindle until there's just one or two left" at this point. )

[f_u_wesker]

Trust me, I understand.

[People have a habit of dying around her. Them. Around an Alice.]

Nothing is every supposed to be easy for us though so this would probably fit the theme of everything.

[problemsolver]

We're used to it at least. If she has to torture someone, I can take it. ( they've been tortured. it wasn't so bad. ) Most people can't.

[abeltorun]

[Did somebody say the word "zombies"? Because Runner 5 hates those things. Like, a lot.]

Anything with the word "zom" in front of it is bad news. Best answer is to put one in the skull and move on.

[problemsolver]

Yeah? And what's your advice for dealing with things that start with "mun"?

[abeltorun]

That one's tricky. Depends on the mun, I guess. Mine's been okay. Kept my sorry rear alive and well, that's for sure. [He shrugs one shoulder.]

I'm guessing yours isn't a "good guy" in your book, though, if they're throwin' you to the zoms.

[problemsolver]

It's not me I'm worried about.

[abeltorun]

...I know that feeling. [Hits every time they raise the gates and make him run out into who-knows-what. Runner 5 manages a shaky little smile of encouragement.] You do what you can, and that's all you can do. You know?

[problemsolver]

( she gives him a slight smile back, to bolster him more than anything. she knows. but she also has superpowers. ) I thought anywhere would be better than here but it doesn't sound like the grass is much greener on your side.

[abeltorun]

[Yeah, but his enemies are the assholes in the next settlement over. She's got Creeper McSunglasses to deal with. He forces a light-sounding tone of voice.] Oh, you know, the usual worries after the zombie apocalypse: safety, food, clean underwear. The usual.

-Ah ah! No comments. You'd be surprised how clean clothes can boost morale. [Plus, blood is hard to get out of shirts.]

[problemsolver]

( hey, she knows, she spent that one whole movie walking through the dust and dirt before kickass bodysuits started popping out of magical drawers. )

I believe you. Underwear's a luxury I haven't thought about in a while. ( not a super high priority. plus it always gets taken away and replaced with an umbrella body band-aid. )

[abeltorun]

[Abel Township could sure use those magical bodysuit-producing drawers right now, that's for sure. You can keep the BOWs, though.]

You should see what happens when a Runner brings clothes back in. Think I even saw our comms officer start crying over a pair of socks. [Runner 5 chuckles, then sticks out a hand for a shake.] Runner 5 from Abel Township. Glad to meet you.

[problemsolver]

Alice. ( no "from" anymore. but gosh it's neat to meet someone under circumstances that even allow for a handshake, aka not while running for their lives. she'll firmly take that hand then. ) How many survivors there?

[abeltorun]

Original count stood at about 100 when I arrived. [Read: got shot down.] Our current number stands at 245 souls. We've lost more than a few of our Runners to the zoms already. Somebody's figured out how to use them like weapons.

[And boy, doesn't he sound positively thrilled about that. Fucking military.]

[problemsolver]

And who managed that? ( private weapons designers fuck up the world again? because SO HELP HER GOD )

[prefersleatherjackets]

A good team? You. Me. Wesker. A little girl. Jill. Ada. I'll admit it raises our chances just a bit.

[ Oh? Did you see the wall of killer zombies trying to get to the white house. 6 people against that?]

[problemsolver]

I've faced worse odds.

[ at least zombies don't have helicopters and guns. other than the russian ones. ... yet. ]

[prefersleatherjackets]

Right. I'm guessing the President wanted you for a reason.

[ Don't give the zombies ideas. Next you'll be telling them to build a huge ladder.]

[problemsolver]

Secret weapon, right here.

( sounds almost apologetic. not like there's any fucking pressure or guilt or anything after so many people died to get her out of cobra commander's umbrella's arctic submarine. )