2919/Gems in the Night

Gems in the Night
Date of Scene:	21 October 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Radiance, Albert Wesker

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Radiance has posed:
Hermione just can't help it. It's New York! Sure, she's been here for a month now, but there is so much to see, so much to do.

She's not sure she will ever get used to seeing it all. She is normally home by this time of night. She's heard bad things about New York at night. But she's also a little cocky, considering she's technically a super hero. Well, maybe not a hero, but super at least. SHe is bundled up for the chilly fall weather and walks along happily, looking at the park and revelling in the sights.

Albert Wesker has posed:
Wesker is once more in New York. Despite the fiasco of Captain Americal withdrawing one of the survivors from Raccon into the Shield facility. No serious danger of them uncovering the secrets of the T-virus exsist. But they will discover it sooner or later. Still, he can only spend so much time while he moves peices around focused on the situation in Raccoon City. And has come to New York City to pick up an Order of Gems and Jewlery he had bought through various sources. Something he takes breat pride in for his collection.

It is unusual to see some people out at night, more so dressed as Albert is dressed. The Black Over coat, the black uniform. No markings, no insignia as he moves through the park carrying his briefcase.

Indeed The park can be bad even well patroled. As he looks around, his vision at night normally sucks. Thanks to the special glasses he has, and contact lenses he can see in the low light as well as a cat. But not by much.

As Hermione is walking through the park a group of men are approaching her one gives a whisle in her direction. "Hey Baby looking for a good time?" he asks as some of his friends start to slowly circle her. His eyes home in on the words and spies the trio of gang members and he instantly turns on a foot and start walking in their direction.

Radiance has posed:
Hermione really is too nice of a girl to live in New York. Too trusting, too sweet and kind. As she gets whistled at, the niave Nebraska girl turns to the men and smiles brightly. "Actually yes! I have tomorrow off, so I was thinking of visiting one of New York's famous nightclubs. Could you maybe suggest a good one?" Seriously? This girl is like a mugger's wet dream! She couldn't be more of a target with 'TARGET' tattooed on her forehead.

SHe brushes a bit of stray hair over an ear. "I can see why people say you have to see this city at night. So many lights! It's almost as bright as if it were day!"

Albert Wesker has posed:
Walking closer with each foot step the three circle her as some one decides to grab the girl's ass. And It is at this time Wesker is standing roughly fifteen feet away dressed in black. his eyes covered with Sunglasses or what appears to be such. And then it catches the attention of one of the muggers as he asks, "Isn't a little too early for Halloween?" He says to the imposing figure of Wesker.

"Only wondering if she is going to end up kicking your ass when you try something, Or if I will put the three of you in the hospital in body casts for her."

His voice calm, colected cool, and then one of them pulls a switchblade and says, "Come over here and say that mother fucker!" And Wesker Smiles almost sinisterly as he starts taking slow measured steps. Almost like this is a game.

Radiance has posed:
Hermione may be a sweet and niave country girl, but she knows animals and predatory behavior, which is exactly what these men are exhibiting. She looks a little wary as they circle her. "Now boys.... I don't want no fuss now. Just tell me where the nearest nightclub is and I'll be on my WAY!!!" The last word is more of a yelp of surprise as her backside is grabbed. The young woman blushes hotly. "Now... that wasn't very gentlemanly of ya," she says, growing nervous. "You can't just go grabbin a girl when you aren't even datin' her," she explains.

Her attention is drawn to the man in black and she shrugs nervously when he mentions kicking the butt of the three men. "I don't much like usin' my fists if'n I don't have to. And I don't want to hurt nobody. Certainly not put them in the hospital."

But before she can explain more, the switchblade comes out. This seems to offend the curvy girl. "Hey now! Put that away before you hurt someone!"

Albert Wesker has posed:
Of course When Herminoe tells them to put the knife away the guy infront of her goes to back hand her. "Shu---OMPH!" Is all that happens as he is gone. Instantly in his place is the blonde haired hand holding his hand out in a palm strike as the guy flys nearly thirty feet his back hitting a tree. As he drops to the ground and then standing tall he looks at the two behind Herminoe as she can see his sunglasses suddenly show two bright red glowing eyes behind the lenses.

The Glow is only momentarilly there. But it fades as the two behind her start to back off. One of them reaching for a Gun, and just as it's out, Wesker is gone, ten feet to the side of Hermione, and then he's right up in the face of the guy with the gun who is now on the ground groaning out, as he turns to look at the Third person, who turns tail and runs.

Turning slowly to the young lady. "Don't worry, minor bruising, a few light cuts at worse is all they have."

Radiance has posed:
It's a good thing the first guy never hit Hermione. THe poor guy might have broken his hand. Her eyes are wide as the thug is gone to be replaced by the man in black. Oh, now she's in the mood for Johnny Cash. Darnit!

As the second thug pulls out the gun, Hermione raises a hand, starting to get worried. She knows she can take a punch, but no one has ever shot her before. Are bullets on the list of things she can shrug off? Is now a good time to find out? But it seems she doesn't need to worry about that either.

Smiling at the man in the glasses, seeming unconcerned about the red glowing eyes, Hermione offers a hand. "Well, thank you. THat was my very first mugging. THat is what that was, isn't it?"

Albert Wesker has posed:
As he no longer has glowing red eyes through the sunglasses. "Considering how they handled you without consent. I think they had more in mind than just taking your money, more taking you Miss." He says politely not knowing who he is talking with but he smiles ever so slightly. Wesker can be very charming when he desires and even helpful.

"I over heard you ask about a night club correct?" he asks softly and makes a motion through the park. "I doubt they will be back again to night." he says as the two are starting to pick them selves up off the ground and high tail it out of there. "Any particular club in mind?" he asks of her.

Radiance has posed:
She blushes hotly at the mention of the men taking her, looking away shyly. "I think I might have had to hurt them if they tried that. That ain't no way to get... in a woman's bed." She can't even say the words that would be more appropriate. "My name is Jean," she tells her rescuer. It's her middle name. It gets her less teasing that way. Only her friends know her actual name.

SHe watches as the thugs run off and raises her shoulders. "I've never been to a nightclub before. Heck, the only time I've been out this late was when the fair was in town every year. So, if you know of a good place, I'd be ever so grateful."

Albert Wesker has posed:
With a soft hmmmm, "I do know of a few upper class night clubs, they take all walks of life as long as one is reasonibly well behaved. If you will allow me to escort you it is this way." he says. She sounds like a southern belle and know how sassy they can be. Slowly walking with her taking his time and asking. "So what brings you to the Big apple, here to take your bite out of it?" he asks. His voice hjas a hint of an english Gentleman to it, but much more americanized. If that is a word, but with such a broad range of accents in the states it's hard to tell where he's from.

Radiance has posed:
Hermione's own accent is more middle America then southern, but her mannerisms are definitely southern. Almost as if southern parents raised her somewhere like Nebraska or Kansas. She walks along with the gentlemanly stranger, smiling at him warmly as he talks. "I've never been any place upper class. THere's only one class back home in Valentine and that's the lower one. Farmers and mom and pop hardware stores and the like." She lifts her shoulders when asked why she's in this city. "When I started flyin and bein' all strong and stuff... I figured someone here might be able to figure out why and how come it only works sometimes. I'm tryin' ta get an appointment at this fancy school up in Westchester, but they seem to be busy."

Albert Wesker has posed:
With a nod and smile he says. "Ah one of the gifted individuals, forgive my question. But did they developed at the onset of pueberty or was it after some strange exposure of a chemical or energy?" he asks with genuine interest. "I believe there may be a school for such gifted people north of here in winchester. Beyond that I am not sure."

And slowly walking down the street with her the cars drive by carefully he looks both ways when they reach a street they need to cross. "Two more blocks. The place is called the Gilded Dove. An interesting place. I do hope you are at least 18 to enter."

One of the more interesting places as they allow those who are 18, but they need to wear a special band on the wrist to show they are not drinking age.

Radiance has posed:
With another shy shrug, she explains as best she can. "No, nothing like radiation or nothin' like that. Just one day, I noticed I was able to lift more stuff and then... Well, when my boyfriend back home kissed me, I flew. Ever since then, all I can do is just sorta float a little. I'm a little worried I might have to kiss someone to fly. I hope not. Cause it ain't like I'm going to go kissing just anyone."

Her cheeks are red hot as she talks about kissing. "I'm 19, actually. You know, you never did give me your name. If we're going to be spending the evening with each other, then I should probably not be callin' you Mister all night."

Albert Wesker has posed:
Slowly as they reach the place he smiles and says. "Albert. I wasn't actually looking to spend the evening with anyone. But It might be enjoyible to talk with someone before I have to leave the city. My line of work involves much traveling. Sometimes without warning. It's murder on a social life."

and then slowly he will open the door for her as the light air of fruit, and drinks can fill the air. Normally this sort of thing doesn't interest him but his curosity is peeked in the young lady for a number of things and reasons as he heads into the club showing his ID.

Radiance has posed:
Showing her ID, she winces as the bouncer laughs and if the guy with her is Harry or Ron. She winces and laughs at the joke she has heard time and time again. "They're back home," she tells him, accepting her wrist band. Not that she was going to drink. She's not legal age for that yet! "It must be awful. Always travelling. Never gettin' to set down roots." ^

She looks around the club with wide eyes full of wonder. She's like a child in a toystore at Christmas. All the lights and the music and the dancing, it makes her smile brightly. She points to some of the dancers, wearing very little. "I don't think I could ever be brave enough to wear something like that, even if they did make it in my size."

Albert Wesker has posed:
the place has good music, not heavy rock and roll, but it's got a bit of a beat to it. Some dancing as the place has what looks like a few cages with Doves in them and the cages are of course guilded with gold. Despite the he wears a trench coat he is not padded down, but is asked to what's in the case as Wesker says Jewelry he's bought.

Then the talk of Harry and Ron as he asks, "Don't tell me, you were named after the girl in Harry Potter..." he says almost in disbelieve as he sighs. Slowly he leads her over to the table ordering a double shot of brandy for himself and what his guest will say. "Yes it can be but it's something I have come to accept and enjoy. I have little interest to be honest in romance my work is my passion and love you could say."

Radiance has posed:
Hermione nods. "My parents are *huge* Harry Potter fans. Been to the theme park four times growing up, and all my siblings have Harry Potter names too. It's not too bad for Harry, Ron or Ginny, but Luna, Neville and I always got teased." She has never been in a nightclub before so isn't aware of how unusual it is that they don't pat Albert down or that they just seem to trust him about the case.

She orders a Shirley Temple for herself. The waiter looks to see if she's serious. When they figure that she really is, they walk off with a smirk. "It's nice that you have something in your life you can be passionate about. Me, I just always wanted to marry Billy and have a slew of kids. Over in Valentine, that's pretty much all there is to do. But, now that I'm here... there is so much possibilities."

Albert Wesker has posed:
As he smiles waiting for the drinks to be delivered as wesker places two twenties and a ten on the board and says. "Hmmmm, Some times, I wonder what parents think when naming children. At leas they didn't name them Severus or Dumbldore." he says with a smirk. "If Harry, Ron or Ginny tease you remind them of that. And Luna is not a bad name. I would prefer Selune, with Luna as a nick name."

And as he takes his drink and swallows some of it, he smiles. "Alcohol has no effect on me thankfully." he says

Radiance has posed:
Hermione nods her head with a smile. "Oh, my brothers and sisters never teased. Trust me, we all know how bad it could have been. Luckily, mom and dad didn't want to give us names that were 'too weird'. Just mostly weird." She smiles and laughs good naturedly. It's something that she has dealt with for many years and she is more then come to terms with it. ^

Her eyes go wide as she sips at her Shirley Temple. "You can't? Are you like me then? Well, I mean, you must be. You're very strong." SHe leans in closer, even though there is little chance someone could listen in with the music overhead. "Does that mean you can fly too?"

Albert Wesker has posed:
As he says, "I can fly. All I need to do is get on a plane." he says with a jest a soft smile, "Bad joke I know." he says humor was never a strong point for him as he sets his glass down. gloved hands folded on the table. "It is a pity at times but a blessing at others. More so when someone attempts to get me drunk during talks and negotiations."

Radiance has posed:
Hermione seems to like the joke that Albert makes. So, niave and a bad sense of humor apparently. She laughs, smiling at her table companion. "Is that something that business people do often? That just doesn't seem very ethical to me. Mind you, I don't think I fit in well with this place. Seems everyone is all about lyin and stealin and every other thing that breaks the ten commandments."

Albert Wesker has posed:
A god fearing woman. Albert long ago abandoned his faith when he discovered the circumstances of his birth. But he doesn't comment on it as he says. "A little bit can help you relax, a lot impaires judgement. And when dealing with millions of dollars, it is the way it works. Honest businessmen drink lightly, ones with ill intensions will try to make you drink heavilly." and as he talks to her his mind wanders to the various possibilities of befriending this young woman, but in the end they all end badly for her.

WEsker is not entirely a monster, he retains enough humanity to desire to help the victims in Raccoon, despite how many he has murdered and killed in his life. But he holds no guilt. Sadly such rules are lost on most."

"Sadly..." and looking at his watch he says, "I must depart. It was a pleasure to speak with you miss Jean. But Please understand." and then in a softer voice, "I am a very dangerous man, more so than you might believe. I did have an enjoyible evening." and he places several twenties on the table and says, "Thank you for the evening, it is something I rarely get to enjoy." and then with a bow he stands up to depart.