──── ༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆ ──── ” 𝓛𝓞𝓞𝓚 𝓐𝓣 𝓜𝓔! 𝓛𝓞𝓞𝓚 𝓐𝓣 𝓜𝓔! “ † ཐི❤︎ཋྀ † #𝓒𝓡𝓟𝓡𝓟 // #𝓗𝓞𝓡𝓡𝓞𝓡𝓡𝓟 #𝓒𝓡𝓔𝓔𝓟𝓨𝓟𝓐𝓢𝓣𝓐𝓡𝓟 † ཐི❤︎ཋྀ † ” 𝓜𝓨 𝓚𝓝𝓘𝓕𝓔 𝓜𝓐𝓓𝓔 𝓜𝓔 𝓟𝓡𝓔𝓣𝓣𝓨! ” ──── ⋆˚࿔ ☠︎⋆˚࿔ ────
ᛝ ⸝⸝ “ ℐℱ 𝒴𝒪𝒰 ℛℰ𝒜ℒ𝒴 𝒲𝒜𝒩𝒩𝒜 ℳ𝒰ℛ𝒟ℰℛ ℳℰ 𝒮𝒯ℛ𝒜𝒩𝒢ℒℰ ℳℰ “ ִִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ
𝑳𝑬𝑶𝑵 𝑺. 𝑲𝑬𝑵𝑵𝑬𝑫𝒀 .ᐟ
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ㅤ⭒۟ ༚⠀🥃.ᐟ 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗗𝗢𝗥 𝗢𝗡𝗘. ⋆✶ 𝑈𝑆𝑆𝑇𝑅𝐴𝑇𝐶𝑂𝑀 𝑆𝑃𝐸𝐶𝐼𝐴𝐿 𝐴𝐺𝐸𝑁𝑇。ㅤ ㅤ𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵. ✶⋆ ㅤ re, dbd ⋆ multiverse & multiship ⋆ closeted bi n/sfw, dark themes, mdni ⋆ spa/eng
──── ༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆ ──── ” 𝓛𝓞𝓞𝓚 𝓐𝓣 𝓜𝓔! 𝓛𝓞𝓞𝓚 𝓐𝓣 𝓜𝓔! “ † ཐི❤︎ཋྀ † #𝓒𝓡𝓟𝓡𝓟 // #𝓗𝓞𝓡𝓡𝓞𝓡𝓡𝓟 #𝓒𝓡𝓔𝓔𝓟𝓨𝓟𝓐𝓢𝓣𝓐𝓡𝓟 † ཐི❤︎ཋྀ † ” 𝓜𝓨 𝓚𝓝𝓘𝓕𝓔 𝓜𝓐𝓓𝓔 𝓜𝓔 𝓟𝓡𝓔𝓣𝓣𝓨! ” ──── ⋆˚࿔ ☠︎⋆˚࿔ ────
ᛝ ⸝⸝ “ ℐℱ 𝒴𝒪𝒰 ℛℰ𝒜ℒ𝒴 𝒲𝒜𝒩𝒩𝒜 ℳ𝒰ℛ𝒟ℰℛ ℳℰ 𝒮𝒯ℛ𝒜𝒩𝒢ℒℰ ℳℰ “ ִִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ
“You have many other ways to tell me you want me blonder.”
Too late. Chris is NEVER gonna let that down. “Leon Wesker? I never knew he had it in him.”
“Chris, Chris, Chris… Always looking for an excuse to get violent with me…”
“That’s a strange way of begging for a headlock.”
Waving the card in front of her. It is really a professional card with the actual lawyer’s phone number, surprisingly.
“Talk to my lawyer. Don’t worry, I have her card right here.”
“No thanks, I’m already following your meal plan.”
“Eat shit.”
“I drink like I shoot: responsibly and very safely.” 😃
“I don’t lie. I have no legal authorization to lie, in fact.” (Says the man whose job is, partly, lying.)
“I still need to give you a proper alias.”
“Neither.”
“Helping people like them... that's why I joined the force.” independent portrayal of Leon S Kennedy. strictly rookie era—onwards. Racoon city still stands. AU friendly. mature and dark themes. dead dove. #horrorrp #dbdrp #residentevilrp.
𝙰𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚊𝚕 𝚘𝚏 ... 𝐀𝐋𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐓 𝐖𝐄𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐑 — ⠀𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝙱𝚢 𝕶𝖓𝖔𝖝 [ 𝙰𝚗𝚢 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚜 , 𝙼𝙳𝙽𝙸 , 𝟸𝟷+ ] 𝚁𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝙴𝚟𝚒𝚕 & ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝙱𝚢 𝙳𝚊𝚢𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 ⠀ ⠀𝙲𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗 + 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗
/ Hello. So glad to see new people. Please feel free to approach me ooc via DMs to plot. I’ll get back to you this weekend, hopefully.
"Y-you have to. I’ve been compromised." He exhales with effort, breathing with the agitation of someone struggling not to vomit. Except that, in his case, he’s struggling not to get up and attack Eloise again. Leon even thinks this is far worse than the T-virus. »
Just as she was about to urge him to answer her question, she gets interrupted by his coughing. God, this is worse then she thought. Just what is going on with him?! However, despite being the one aiming a fire weapon right at his head, her eyes still widen at his request +
"A bit of tequila, that’s for sure." Leon hadn’t failed his last mission, but he’s left with the feeling that he did. And that unspeakable, heavy, familiar grief. He glances over at the woman. He’d gone to the bar furthest away to avoid bumping into anyone who might recognise him. »
Savannah wasn’t stupid. She could tell that the newest patron at the bar had already had a stop before, but it wasn’t uncommon for people to “pregame” before they showed up — especially if they were arriving solo. No, this man was here to forget something, and approaching with a friendly smile, +
The man could be a drunk, but Leon doesn't smell any alcohol nor weed. He just seems... a little out of it. "Yeah, it gives you the creeps. Looks all abandoned, but it shouldn't be, right?" Leon looks over to the city from up the hill. "I could ask you the same. Heard of some disappearances here."
The voice of the other man pulled James out of his thoughts. " I'm not really sure. This place is unsettling, to say the least. " He replied with a friendly expression , looking at him. " What are you doing here? "
Leon era bastante expresivo, pero, en cuanto a trabajo se trataba, poco más podía sacarse de él que expresiones de ira en distintos niveles. Aunque estuviese acostumbrado a lidiar con todas esas cosas, nada le era indiferente. ——Es un alto nivel de hostilidad matar a alguien. Tomó una salida »
Con un brazo apoyado en la ventanilla cerrada, no dejó de observar de soslayo al agente de las fuerzas armadas. A cada palabra que emitía, Will tenía más claro que algo ocultaba sobre el caso. Sobre la organización que había detrás de todo. +
——No, porque ganaría yo siempre. «Excepto contigo y con Sherry», piensa enseguida con cierto humor. Se despereza estirando los brazos por encima de la cabeza, y al apoyarlos tras esta, al fin mira a la muchacha con un gesto simpático antes de sentarse como las personas.
Por ese instante se queda totalmente quieta, pero a los segundos una risita nasal deja salir al oírlo. Ciertamente le había hecho gracia. " Si hicieran eso, habría más de cuatro personas peleando por el sofá."
Lo es siempre que sea él mismo quien tenga la mejor puntería y reflejos.
¿Combatiendo los disparos con más disparos? No parece una lógica muy sensata.
Oh, I do have some stories about being punished and grounded for peeking. Quite a big flaw from mine.
There’s nothing wrong with peeking, you know.
Leon walks up to the campfire after a while, almost dragging his feet. Coming back to life is draining as hell, more mentally than anything, and maybe that's the reason his voice sounds quieter this time. "D'you want some company?"
Sitting on the log at the edge of the campfire, skateboard underfoot, Nea stared up at the stars. A forever night. Once it would’ve sounded amazing — perfect cover for tagging in the shadows. She’d give anything to feel the warmth of the sun on her face again. The campfire would have to do for now.
"Is it needed for a near stranger who hurt you? I wouldn't have blamed you for letting me fall," he says with a small, pained smile. Then he curls up a little on himself while groaning. "If you're... still f-feeling so kind... Care to bring me some water?"
Nyx rubs the back of her neck, sitting down next to him. “Y-Yeah… I can… I just don’t always summon tendrils… just when it’s needed most and all…”