Fenrisúlfr & Krsnik

[Wesker]

Generalmajor's Quarters, Zhukovsky Station, New Moscow (//Omega-52)
05/1/825 AS, 13:30

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So, he had some spine, an individualistic ambitious character devoting his time to be what he claims not to be. Annabelle took in the backlash of his tone for a moment, now wasn't the time to loose her temper and lash out. Do I have to? She replied with a calm tone, a platform for a build up in suspense with her words. Do I have to? To you, someone who claims to be so well informed and so bound to the success of those who taught him his greatest lessons; but latches onto his power under the banner of Coalition - a banner that has made absolutely no effort to resuscitate it's "safety-net" when it needed it the most. The dramatic rise in tone was matched as she began to walk closer towards Krsnik. Speaking as she slowly took every step, as she closed the gap between the two, Krsnik responded with stepping back ever so slightly to keep distance.

I extend my arm to you, and ask for you to represent those who gave you your greatest gifts; and you respond with this? Anna slowed her pace as she continued foward, the brown iris of her eyes began to fill ever-so-slightly with the trademark bright blue glow; if it wasn't obvious before, it was now - she was angry. You ran when your people needed you, and I died as a result of mentoring people such as yourself! Now, you take my request as some blind meaningless devotion?! You stand here behind that mask, claiming to be ever so strong, so individualized, and so powerful. As if your mentors, those who made you who you are, are too little for you? The glow stretched beyond her iris, extending into her surrounding capillaries like a virus running through someones veins. Her guards adjusted their stance and aimed their weapons, preparing for any sudden reactions. The sound of their weapons charging caught her attention more than anything. Anna extended her hand, waving them off. Iak láta sjá. She remarked with a controlling tone in response to their movements. Anna made a dead stare into him, her demonic eyes played a huge role in persuasion - at least they did in the past - maybe they would do so again. Did you really think I would be so sentimental to see you, like this, claiming to be "my fool"; this has never been about me. I do and always will, have the authority I need. I extended my arm to have you live up to those you claim have dedicated your time to in my absence, not me individually. Those, not me. I expect someone who's grown into the person you claim to be, to have some understanding as to why your current position is futile in comparison to the one I offer you. Anna paused for a split second, was this the person she thought he was? Maybe it wouldn't match her suspicions - there was only one way to find out for certain. Rid yourself of that mask, show me who you are; it won't do you any good if you still have the will to redeem yourself. Anna finished her dramatic approach, making it quite obvious her fearful resolve had not been tampered with as a result of her apparent "death".

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