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This time Birkin was coming to him, and that suited Stein just fine. He knew on some level that leaving his world for a bit would do him good, but he was involved in some new projects and still trying to work out how to deliver his last one to Medusa. It wasn't a good time to leave.

But a little company was always welcome, especially if it was like-minded company.

He'd taken a little trip to the store earlier in the day and bought an array of liquors - some bourbon, some gin, some tequila, and some rum. He didn't really know what Birkin liked, but he figured it wouldn't hurt to have a variety on hand.

And now he was at the computer, poking his nose around and waiting.

Date: 2009-06-18 04:02 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] touchofgenius.livejournal.com
Birkin knocked on the door. The creepy ambiance of Death City didn't really bother him that much; he was used to creepy. If anything, he felt more in his element here than at home. The most frightening part about this trip was that he was, essentially, getting drunk with himself. And he knew himself well enough to know he'd be taking full advantage of the situation. Between "clutches" and "cute", Birkin decided maybe water would be a safer bet than anything else... But then, no man grieving his best friend's death would opt for water and he couldn't afford blowing his cover. Damn it.

He stared over his shoulder at the moon, quite literally, smiling down on him before turning back to Stein's house. Birkin had to admit, this place was a little creepy even by his standards.

Date: 2009-06-18 04:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] touchofgenius.livejournal.com
Birkin smirked down at his fellow scientist. "I suddenly understand how you managed to get those scars." He stepped over Stein and into his house. Get in, get drunk, get out without stitches. That was the plan and he wanted it to stay that way. As he eyes adjusted to the darkness, Birkin couldn't help but notice that everything in the house was covered in stitches. He shuttered involuntarily before clearing his throat softly and turning back to Stein.

"So, what did you manage to steal from your friend's liquor cabinet?" He half-hoped it was something weak. But then, maybe strong would be better so he wouldn't feel the incision. Tough call.

Date: 2009-06-18 04:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] touchofgenius.livejournal.com
"Rather morose way of putting it..." Birkin bit his bottom lip for a second, contemplating which one had the lowest proof, but gave up when he remembered he knew next to nothing about alcohol. "Rum sounds fine to me. And thank you for your consideration." It was rather hospitable of him to go out of his way to find something special.

He had to admit, it was sort of funny watching a grown man rolling around on a wheely chair like a child. Birkin could barely believe he was actually scared of Stein when he first got here. "Is that how you always get around your house?"

Date: 2009-06-18 05:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] touchofgenius.livejournal.com
Idk, his bff Spirit?

Birkin took the beaker from him, chuckling as he slowly realized what it actually was. "So, I need to know," he momentarily raised his glass in Stein's direction and took a quick drink. "Do you have beverage beakers and chemical beakers or do they get used for both and you just wash them and hope nothing happens to your guests?"

He pointed in the direction of the coffee maker. "That definitely gets points for originality." Birkin took another sip. "Does it actually work?" He plopped down on one of the couches. The scientist had to admit, fear of becoming a test subject aside, it was nice just hanging out and having a drink with a friend.

Date: 2009-06-18 05:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] touchofgenius.livejournal.com
Spirit has learned over the years that's a bad idea.

"Nothing like trace amounts of sulfate to give your drinks a little kick." At the question Birkin put the beaker down on the table harshly and let out an annoyed sigh, purposefully avoiding eye contact with Stein by staring at the floor. "He's dead; isn't that the only thing that matters?" After a few seconds, Birkin picked the glass back up and finished off most of the remaining rum in it with an obvious scowl.

The scientist turned to the man sitting next to him, staring directly into his eyes and trying to look as sad as he could to make the lie convincing. "Sorry, I just... I miss him. I know that sounds so ridiculous because who could honestly miss Wesker but... He was my only real friend for a number of years."

Date: 2009-06-18 06:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] touchofgenius.livejournal.com
That right there was an ICE BURN

"It's alright; I overreacted a bit. I mean, you hardly pulled the trigger or anything." Birkin sighed. "He... Redfield injected him with a serum that kept his virus in check and it made him weaker. He tried to fight them off still, rather than pulling back and he... They crashed a plane they were on into a volcano, Wesker infected himself with Uroboros, he fell into the lava because some rocks moved around, then Redfield and his partner shot him with a pair of rocket launchers." He took another swig of rum, starting to get genuinely upset by thinking about his friend's near-death-experience.

Birkin scoffed. "Well, people always assume he must have been awful to me. He wasn't always like that, though. I mean, perhaps he was always a sociopath but, I don't think it was ever that obvious until later..." He looked the other scientist in the eye again, smiling sadly. "Or maybe that's just wishful thinking and I never noticed for some reason despite it always being there." The blond took another drink. This was strangely therapeutic in an alcoholic sort of way. Although he needed to watch himself, he was already getting sort of tipsy and Birkin had a feeling that if Stein got him drunk enough, he'd just blab out the truth.

Date: 2009-06-18 03:55 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] touchofgenius.livejournal.com
"Like all offshoots of the Progenitor Virus, the virus grants - granted the infected regenerative abilities." Birkin shrugged. "Unfortunately, it has its limits. Especially when dealing with extreme heat." He glanced over at Stein's bolt. That click caught his attention; he'd love to be able to take a closer look at it... He'd just have to try some other time.

Birkin just stared. He was just called a sociopath. Again. He was so fucking sick of everyone - He took a deep, shaky breath to calm himself. "I am not a sociopath. You might be, and Wesker definitely is - was, but I am nothing of the sort. I can emphasize with people! Like..." He gestured wildly for a moment, as if trying to remember what he was going to say before realizing he didn't actually have an example and dropped his hand back on the couch. "I just know that I have a perfectly normal mind." He took another drink, realizing that he was practically a textbook example. "I'm not a sociopath. I'm not."

Date: 2009-06-18 04:44 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] touchofgenius.livejournal.com
"Wesker was special. He was... Manufactured, if you will. Along with several others. They were supposed to be the perfect humans. Better than humans. Unfortunately, that virus Spencer - our old boss - forced me to make was too unstable at the time and we didn't really have the technology to fix it." He took another drink. "Most of the Wesker children died. The only one that survived was Albert. I wouldn't even want to think about what would happen if a normal human was infected..." Whatever it was, Birkin assumed it was probably extraordinarily painful. "Besides, I'd hate to go to the DMV and wait in line to get my eye color changed to 'red' on my license." He laughed slightly at his own feeble attempt for a joke, finishing off the rest of his glass then holding it out to Stein for some more.

Birkin didn't really know why it bothered him so much; it just did. And really he didn't want to talk about his mental state all that much anyway. "So, how are things going here? I noticed you got into a bit of trouble with Kid over Medusa's new body."

Date: 2009-06-18 08:07 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] touchofgenius.livejournal.com
Birkin nodded in thanks, putting the beaker down to avoid drinking too much more. "I'm working on perfecting it now. I still need to talk to - I mean, I wish I could still talk to Wesker to see what needs to be adjusted, but, you know, I can't." That was a good enough explanation, right? Right. Makes perfect sense. After all, it probably took some time for someone to get used to the whole past-tense thing, anyway.

"I don't see how you can take him seriously. I mean... He takes obsessive-compulsive disorder to a whole new level. I've never seen anything like it." Ignoring his better judgement, he took another sip. "And really, I don't see why you don't like Medusa. She's always so nice to me. She really reminds me of Wesker to be honest. And because you remind me of, well, me I think you two would work well together." Birkin smiled. Might as well get to work on that little plan he formed with Medusa while he was here. "I think you'd have more fun focusing on science than just doing what that Shinigami guy wants you to."
From: [identity profile] touchofgenius.livejournal.com
Birkin followed Stein's gaze for a second and raised an eyebrow after seeing nothing there. "I think she'd really appreciate it if you were more officially her partner rather than secretly trying to kill her and all that." He blinked a few times. That would probably get needlessly complicated over time, wouldn't it? "What's holding you back from dropping that mask and joining up with her then?" He tilted his head in curiosity. To an extent, Birkin genuinely wanted to know what Stein did to redeem himself so to speak in everyone's eyes. Maybe he could use that to his advantage and get everyone on his world to trust him so he could launch a sneak attack.

"I like your house by the way. You certainly put a lot of yourself into this building." Birkin couldn't help but smirk at Stein. He had an... Interesting sense of interior decorating, to say the least.

You guys need pamphlets like a proper cult :|

Date: 2009-06-19 12:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] touchofgenius.livejournal.com
"I don't know." Birkin picked the beaker up again, taking another drink. "I personally wouldn't want to be leashed like that. By anyone." He frowned slightly. "What did Shinigami do that makes you feel like you owe him anything? It's nice that you're fond of your students, but what about yourself. Aren't you and your desires more important?"

Birkin sighed. "But then, I wouldn't really want to be a toy either..." He bit the inside of his lip, looking for a slightly less depressing topic. "So how did you get that?" The scientist pointed at the scar on his companion's face to clarify.

At least you won't E-meter me?

Date: 2009-06-19 03:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] touchofgenius.livejournal.com
Birkin raised the beaker to his lips again. So Stein was an orphan. Just like Sherry... And looking at what Stein became, he didn't want to imagine what happened to his daughter. "What would have happened to you if that school didn't exist, do you think?" Although he was quite certain he didn't really want the answer.

"Spirit is the one that just showed up and posted the personal ad, right?" He scoffed. "For someone who's so noble, he certainly isn't very classy."

The scientist didn't bother to hide his shock. "You did that to yourself? Why!?" Eyes wide and jaw slack, he just stared at the bolt. "You know you could have killed yourself, right?"

D:

Date: 2009-06-19 03:58 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] touchofgenius.livejournal.com
Birkin didn't have anything to say back to that comment, so he chose to just drink some more. It would be his fault if she was in jail, or worse... Goddamn it.

"I'm not sure if I feel worse for him or his wife." He was starting to notice a bit of a pattern with Stein, to be honest. Before he could stop himself (he'd blame the rum if anything), he asked: "Are you ever actually attracted to people who are monogamous? I mean... There are some definite similarities between Vanessa and this Spirit guy."

He understood not wanting to trust other doctors. He hadn't been to another doctor in a long, long time. Birkin instinctively reached out to grab Stein's arm, stopping himself before actually touching him. "All? You mean there's more? What in the world were you trying to prove?" His face showed genuine concern for his fellow scientist. Whatever reason Stein had for cutting himself up like this, it couldn't be good.

*runs far, far away*

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