Ada refrained from a rebuke. Leon had a peculiar modus operandi even outside missions—during them, he was even more diligent, which didn't sit right with her.Often called an opportunist, she simply sought the best decision in a variety of equally dire options. Leon,on the other hand— “Wait for me.”

𝑳𝑬𝑶𝑵 𝑺. 𝑲𝑬𝑵𝑵𝑬𝑫𝒀 .ᐟ@govthound.bsky.social · last mo.

"It was just a way of saying it." He grips the phone in his right hand. Is that genuine worry he hears? "But yes, I'm sure I have rest of the insect inside, and it's slowly regrowing. Serra's machine probably only had enough power to remove one parasite. I used it all for Ashley first."

“Very terse.”

Chris Redfield@captainredfield.bsky.social · last mo.

“Wise words.”

"Didn't realize I had such a big fan. How about an autograph?" Leon S. Kennedy MDNI | 35+ #residentevilrp #RERP

“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.

•|| I must be more active. I will be.

“Oh, you shouldn't bother yourself with that, your pretty head should be occupied with more interesting matters at hand.”

Chris Redfield@captainredfield.bsky.social · 2mo ago

“Well, I don’t know how this undiscovered knowledge will benefit you.”

“What can I say? I’m a curious woman, and you seem to be a trove of previously undiscovered knowledge.”

Chris Redfield@captainredfield.bsky.social · 2mo ago

He shrugged. “You wanna find out that badly?”

The woman snorted—clearly, she did it to hide her amusement: she could not afford to let him know that she appreciated his sense of humor... openly. “I wonder what else can be categorized as that.”

Chris Redfield@captainredfield.bsky.social · 2mo ago

“Some things are better left without an answer. What you just said is among that.”

”Not sure about now but he did do something of the kind when we... worked together. I always wondered what coursed through his brain when he did that.”

Chris Redfield@captainredfield.bsky.social · 2mo ago

His eyes rolled while muttering when she mentioned the mirror. “He still does that? Huh. . .”

“Social life is a plague for a scientist, especially so driven and excited. He never had a chance. Science is his lover, and when he can’t get enough of it, he stares in the mirror.”

Chris Redfield@captainredfield.bsky.social · 2mo ago

His head shook slowly. “We’ve convinced him. But Wesker was more focused on going above and beyond in everything he does than having a social life. But that’s enough of that topic. The past is the past.”

“Friends? With Albert Wesker?” Ada raised her eyebrow in a mildly histrionic surprise but it wasn’t that hard to believe: despite the differences, these two seemed to have something in common. Resilient, quick, highly intelligent, and strong—each in his own department—they must have been an—

Chris Redfield@captainredfield.bsky.social · 2mo ago

To see her find truth in his words was a subtle surprise. He shrugged. “Albert wasn’t was complete jackass back then. We were friends. Was even his wingman when girls flirted with him.” He pretended to be confused. —-

“I didn’t know this was part of your training. For a person who simply 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘥 with Wesker, you seem to know surprisingly well what gets him roused up and for how long,” she smiled slyly, not breaking contact.

Chris Redfield@captainredfield.bsky.social · 2mo ago

Oh, he noticed her kitten-like. He, miraculously, didn’t care. Not when he’s still in an amused state. “As bittersweet as this might sound, he was my superior when we joined S.T.A.R.S.. I know dead wood when I see one. But I’m sure your squawking got him roused up for a minute or two.”

“How do you know that the wood is dead if you never dealt with it?” Ada’s eyes sparkled again, and her nails scratched down across his chest—although the touch was deceivingly gentle, it could remind of a panther playing with her prey.

Chris Redfield@captainredfield.bsky.social · 2mo ago

His head turned away before sniggering from her words. “Trust me. I have no interest in your strange attraction to dead wood. You’re doing me a service by keeping the matter confidential.”

Ada replied with a mocking laughter that sounded almost genuine. “Are you trying to validate your own impressions and checking with me whether Wesker remained that much of a lover as he was? Sorry, I don’t work and tell. One has to deserve the data he asks for, even such a lovesick soldier as you.”

Chris Redfield@captainredfield.bsky.social · 2mo ago

She stabilized her composure within seconds, but Chris saw the moment Ada was throw off guard. Amused, he smirked. “That must your fantasy. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have reacted the way you did. So how about answering this. Was the escort service worth it?”

“𝘔𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴?” It was hard to define which was more prominent in her voice—disgust or derision. Yet the mask snapped back into place as if it never fell. “Do tell me. Do you imagine Wesker and me before you go to bed? Must be a very sad evening if you indulge in such mediocre dreams.”

Chris Redfield@captainredfield.bsky.social · 2mo ago

“Being Wesker’s mistress must have boosted your delusions over the years. Get it checked.” To steadily touch him after he voiced his displeasure. How stubborn was this woman?

Ada’s lips curled into a smirk and she softly touched his chest with the mere fingertips, her hand hovering over the fabric of his turtleneck just enough to let him feel her warmth. ”It’s not you who lets me live. It’s me who chooses to show up and grant you an illusion of control.”

Chris Redfield@captainredfield.bsky.social · 2mo ago

Suddenly, he stopped moving. Turned his head to look over his shoulder at the woman. A part of him kept telling himself to ignore her, but Chris walked back to her. His glare colder than the arctic. “Keeping you alive was more than enough kindness. Be grateful for that and shut the hell up!”

“I can’t hear ‘thank you Ada for saving my life’, but I will respond with the curt and polite ‘you are welcome’. Perhaps it will teach you to be a little kinder towards people who want to help.”

Chris Redfield@captainredfield.bsky.social · 2mo ago

He took said gun she was warning about, removed the bullets then flung the empty weapon near her foot since she was so fixed on it. In an effort to maintain what little composure he head left, he walked past Ada and away from her nonsense.

“Chris, I am telling the truth. Your gun is indeed compromised, and the moment you fire, you blow up yourself. Get yourself together, it doesn’t behoove the man of your position to lose control in such a mundane situation.”

Chris Redfield@captainredfield.bsky.social · 2mo ago

Now his patience was getting very thin. This evident from the vein throbbing in his head. “Is it so difficult to take your bullshit elsewhere? If I wanted to kill you, I can accomplish that without a gun.”

“Keep your toys on your person. It would be unfortunate if you lost one in an explosion,” Ada pointed to his handgun with a subtle nod. “Check it. It is compromised. The moment you fire your gun, it will explode and tear off your arm. Maybe after that you’ll be a little more cooperative.”

Chris Redfield@captainredfield.bsky.social · 2mo ago

Out of instinct, Chris narrowly retrieved a weapon to keep her distant. But she didn’t appear threatening once his mind fully registered her movements. There may have been uncertainty whether he should be suspicious at that moment or not, be he chose not to move. “I’m not the venting type, Ada.”

“You literally didn’t,” Ada shrugged and took a step forward toward the man, her delicate body following an imaginary cadence of a mythical enchantress. “But if you have a moment, I’d be willing to listen.”

Chris Redfield@captainredfield.bsky.social · 2mo ago

His brows furrowed. As much as he respected Leon, the casualties he witnessed paled compared to his own experience. “Didn’t I already tell you I’m nothing like Leon?”

Ada squinted her eyes, examining the man’s bulky frame. He did look intimidating and he rarely joked when he talked business—yet the woman knew he was kinder than he seemed. “Your blonde-haired colleague was not devoid of charm and manners last time we met. He sees just as many dead bodies, no?”

Chris Redfield@captainredfield.bsky.social · 2mo ago

Her respond granted her a bitter grin from him. “Pardon my lack of chivalry. Seeing numerous dead bodies of my troops tends to cause this effect.”

“It is so sad to see that men in the military rarely stick to the demands of social graces and decorum... You don’t have to be so rude, really.”

Chris Redfield@captainredfield.bsky.social · 2mo ago

“It doesn’t take intelligence to identify a snake. As for that impression of yours? Kindly shove it up your ass.”

“Isn’t it wiser than denying the possibility of a fruitful partnership? Chris, you did strike me as a smart man. Don’t let this impression erode.”

Chris Redfield@captainredfield.bsky.social · 2mo ago

“Do you really think it’s a wise idea for a spy to work with her enemy, Ada? Our past encounters prove the complete opposite of what you just said.”

“You should have. I could simplify just a few tasks for you, so you don’t have to deal with the devastating results caused by a trigger-happy scientist.”

Chris Redfield@captainredfield.bsky.social · 2mo ago

“I don’t call you at all, actually.” His mood neutral despite Ada clearly being a smartass.

“Leon’s problem? That’s what you call me in your private conversations? I am flattered that you deigned to give me a funny moniker,” she replied and crossed her arms in her chest. “Yet I might be inclined to change one man for another.”

Chris Redfield@captainredfield.bsky.social · 2mo ago

Cocked a brow. “And why’s that? You’re Leon’s problem. Not mine.”

Ada watched him with genuine curiosity—that of a kid examining an artifact in an archaeological museum. “I’m sad you mention Leon and never me. It would be an honor to hear my name coming off your lips,” she grinned and leaned against the wall.

Chris Redfield@captainredfield.bsky.social · 2mo ago

“Wha- WHY DO YOU ALWAYS APPEAR WHEN LEON IS MENTIONED?! Did I say his names three times or something?” He smacked a hand against his face. “Forget it.”

Wow, kinky.

Chris Redfield@captainredfield.bsky.social · 2mo ago

“Why the hell is Leon talking about handcuffs?”

Ada looked around, her eyes taking in the spartan but tasteful interior. Zeno seemed to be a man of rare tastes: chrome, white, and a few necessary accoutrements were a trademark she had already heard about. She spotted no bagatelle that would reveal his personal inclinations or pleasant memories—

𝖅𝖊𝖓𝖔@replicatedego.bsky.social · 2mo ago

When her shoes sounded off, the clone would turn. Slowly, not trying to appear eager or much of anything. A polite, cordial smile in place as he took another long drag of his cigarette. Squishing out the end on an ash tray before blowing the smoke out the open window. "Miss Wong. It's good to see-