The lost and lonely

Dissecting the idea of never belonging all while being part of every side, in a world where loyalty is a gem rarer than diamonds. Taking on the possibility that affection is danger and danger is norm and entertaining the whims of those who get close while keeping a distance all the same. Betrayal and treason is a given when the former reality disappears in the wake of tragedy, and tragedy is all one can expect. To be paid to hunt means to forget your humanity.

Semi-private, selective RP blog dedicated to Ada Wong from the Resident Evil game series. DDDNE and NSFW themes as well as violent, potentially disturbing and triggering content will be present given the origin media being horror. Ada is a character of very questionable morals, as well, so keep that in mind! Minors DNI and 21+ mutuals only. Sporradic activity and high literate to novella length of writing.

He  listens.  He  always  listens.  Even  when  he  appears  disinterested,  even  when  his  expression  remains  carved  colder  than  the  old  timber walls  around  them  —  he  listens,  he  notices,  he  dissects,  he  notes  the  venom  in  her  tone  when  she  says  something  instead  of  someone  —  the  control  beneath  the  sarcasm,  the  faint  instability  she  refuses  to  acknowledge  in  her  stance.  It  fascinates  him,  it  fascinates  him the  same  way  microbes  proliferating  under  a  microscope  do.

He's  always  been  observant,  eerily  so.  The  dark  glasses  he  wears  hide  his  serpentine  eyes,  lenses  so  black  it's  a  wonder  how  he  can  see  out  of  them  at  all.  Her  gratitude  is  the  only  thing  that  almost  moves  him.  Almost. 

❝ You  avoided  a  concussion  because  I  intervened  before  cerebral  hypoxia  could  set  in. ❞  His  tone  remains  clinical,  a  correction,  not  reassurance. The  eyes  behind  the  lenses  fall  to  note  her  hand  against  his  chest;  the  black  of  his  shades  hides  their  faint  bioluminescent  gleam.  It's  a  predator's  interest,  the  same  way  a  leopard  crouched  in  the  grass  might  watch  the  flicking  tail  of  a  grazing  gazelle.

He  steps  closer,  though  not  enough  to  touch  her.  Close  enough  that  his  presence  presses  into  her  space  like  a  silent  test.  Her  explanation  is…  Adequate  enough.  Manipulation,  not  sentiment.  It's  something  he  understood;  it's  an  answer  he  can  accept.

Still,  the  name  Leon  lingers  in  his  mind  like  an  irritant  beneath  the  skin.  Like  the  itch  of  a  mosquito  bite.  He  remembers  Raccoon  City  —  remembers  betrayal  burning  through  his  veins,  remembers  the  cold  hands  of  death  and  the  sharp,  cruel claws  of  the  Tyrant  alike.  He  does  not  trust  easily.  He  cannot  afford  to.  It's  something  they  had  in  common.

His  lip  curves just  slightly  in  one  corner.  ❝ Manipulation  is  a  skill, one in which  you  have  always  been  so  proficient. ❞  And  there  it  is  —  the  closest  thing  to  praise  he'll  offer  her.  A double entendre, surely — to acknowledge one is skilled in manipulation would be foolish to feel as if one's self couldn't be manipulated.

Nevermind  that  he  had  moved  faster  than  necessary  when  she  fell,  or  that  he  had  watched  her  breathing  with  something  dangerously  close  to  vigilance.  In  a  world  of  traitors  and  collapsing  empires,  she  remains  one  of  the  few  constants  who  understands  what  it  is  to  be  used,  betrayed,  and  reborn  sharper  for  it.

❝ You  will  experience  intermittent  dizziness  for  the  next  several  hours.  Try  not  to  embarrass  yourself  further. And next time you encounter that goverment lap dog, Leon, you'll be a good girl and put him down, won't you? ❞

Scientists. Even with all her knowledge, Ada never was one for the finer art of it. She was no doctor, and although she had played the role of a nurse or a biochemist before for a job, it wasn't her calling. Too formal, too many words, not enough action. Doctors were a nuisance, believing themselves to be above everyone else merely because they were the ones to cure or cause illnesses. She tolerates them for a living, especially Wesker. ❝ I suppose I should be grateful for that, doctor. ❞ The title is spoken with an amused tone of disapproval, and her eyes narrow at the proximity. Wesker always knows how to toe that line between being too close and being too far away to make an impression. Most people fear him for that ability, the way he can make his presence so very oppressive. Ada never was- he was simply another powerful man who thought of intimidation as his best tactic to keep her in line. Lucky for her, very unlucky for most former employers. Wesker is not like the others. They are overly touchy, at times, demanding, usually ignorant of her nature. Self-serving, loyal only to her own cause, and mostly- indifferent to emotion. Wesker is different. He does not act out of impulse, he doesn't overstep out of anger, even if he is furious, he leads with the mind. It's entertaining, and almost- almost intriguing. He treats her an opponent at the same time as he pays her, their cooperation like a very dangerous game of chess, as he watches her every move. They are on opposite sides of the board, and yet he controls it almost entirely. If he was more arrogant, he'd make sure the control was unmistakeably his. For unexplainable reasons, however, he allows her closer to a check mate than he should. Closer than any other man would, and she tests her limits more than a woman in her position should. However, Albert Wesker is more than a chess player. His pawns are not just the pieces on his side, but the whole board. She moves pieces in his puzzle, arranging them to make her moves, but ultimately, Ada knows she's testing boundaries of his command. It's the dance of seeing how far he'll allow her that makes this job worthy of loyalty- not trust, no. But loyalty? That is a currency that is realistic, if highly inaccessible, these days.

❝ Such lavish praise. ❞ Ada responds with the raise of a dark eyebrow. Praised for something as simple as telling the truth.. Sometimes, Wesker surprised her. This interaction is surprising. His personal intervention coming to her rescue, his lingering in this small, old room. His snidy attitude, and most of all, his insistent, loud, and frankly, uncharacteristically obvious dislike of Leon. Ada is not fond. She never has been, of any man. Or woman, for that matter. Surely not of a rookie cop, one whom she is attempting to introduce onto the chess board between her and Wesker as a pawn of her own. A pawn that she knows could bring rewards to both of their endgames. Fondness? No. The look Wesker receives is that of an angry serpent. ❝ I'll keep the embarrassment to a minimum. ❞ She seethes, tilting her head as her displeased expression turns to a smirk. And with Ada, a smirk is much like the stafford's gambit. A false loss, which she turns to a crushing victory. ❝ You don't own me, Wesker. I'm not your pet, and a blatant execution of a special agent will cost you extra. It takes more to cover up. ❞ She leans on the windowsill, and her tone is not at all as accusatory as it should be. She says it matter-of-factly, throwing the statement towards him like one throws dice when taking a turn in a game. 'Good Girl', he'd said, in the same sentence as he called Leon a dog. Leon, whose name he said as though it was an insult. Interesting. ❝ Leon can be of use. An asset. ❞ Ada is careful to pronounce the name slowly, almost with interest, even though they both know it's something else entirely. A gambit- a play of intellect, not emotion. ❝ Dogs are so very loyal, Wesker. Blindly, sometimes. That makes them a wonderful choice in pets. One simply has to say 'fetch' in the right tone. I'm more than aware of the right tone to use. Especially with our government mutt. ❞ When she trails off, her smirk is genuine, even though his words still put an incredulous note in her mind. Wesker tests limits too, just like her. It's what makes this worth her time, money aside. It wasn't just financial demand that made Ada Wong unaffordable to most.

The  only  thing  that  can  defeat  power,  is  more  power.  That  is  the  one  constant  in  this  universe.  However,  there  is  no  point  in  power  if  it  consumes  itself.  I  will  enlist  the  help  of  an  old  friend  against  our  common  foe.  I  will  use  one  pawn  to  eliminate  the  other,  and  emerge  with  the  spoils  for  myself...

An  independent  and selective  RP  blog  for  𝙳𝚁  𝙰𝙻𝙱𝙴𝚁𝚃  𝚆𝙴𝚂𝙺𝙴𝚁 of  Resident  Evil. Unaffiliated  with  any  fandom  or  RPC.  Infected by Ireannis.  30+. He/him  pronouns. Please  read  my  carrd  before  interacting. 

The  only  thing  that  can  defeat  power,  is  more  power.  That  is  the  one  constant  in  this  universe.  However,  there  is  no  point  in  power  if  it  consumes  itself.  I  will  enlist  the  help  of  an  old  friend  against  our  common  foe.  I  will  use  one  pawn  to  eliminate  the  other,  and  emerge  with  the  spoils  for  myself...

An  independent  and selective  RP  blog  for  𝙳𝚁  𝙰𝙻𝙱𝙴𝚁𝚃  𝚆𝙴𝚂𝙺𝙴𝚁 of  Resident  Evil. Unaffiliated  with  any  fandom  or  RPC.  Infected by Ireannis.  30+. He/him  pronouns. Please  read  my  carrd  before  interacting. 

dabi's ☝️