An independent roleplay blog of 𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐒. 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐃𝐘 from the 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐄𝐯𝐢𝐥 series.
Remake based portrayal, unfamiliar with some of the original media.
Welcoming and friendly to Alternate Universes / Duplicates / Original Characters.
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Should there not be endless darkness? After all the pain, the horrors, the blood?
There should be death.
But instead, there are two arms pulling Leon up. The voice is distant, mumbled. Everything is so bright. Can he even open his eyes? The shadow over him… is… a human. A man. And the voice he hears is his.
“Hola.”
A smile. Then cold water hits him. Fresh. Clear. Washing away grime and blood from and endless hopeless ocean.
“Please don’t be hurt… what’s your name? I’m Luis.”
So many words. And a cloth that is gently wiped over his face – but it doesn’t seem like this Luis expects any answers, he just continues talking.
“What is all that…? Are you okay? SM-13…? Strange, I didn’t know such old vessels were still a thing… but don’t worry. I got you. You're safe.”
Leon wakes with a violent jolt. He gasps for air, coughs, wretches. Darkened bile heaves onto a pristine floor before he can even begin to reckon with his new environment. His head snaps up and he's met with a bucket of cold water. He shakes his head like a dog, blinks heavily, pants and struggles for breath before that gentle cloth meets his face to remove more of that painful blood.
".. 're you... real?" He struggles to speak, his voice is shaken and rough. The stranger reaches for him again and he scrambles back like a frightened animal. Hits the wall and winces.
The stranger seems to get closer and he shakes his head. "Don't... it's bad... don't.... don't touch it...." The blood was physically burning. He hallucinated the blistering as an unholy transformation, in his oxygen starved madness. Sure, he wasn't the monster he thought he was. But the stranger kindly cleaning him up shouldn't come to harm. Even if it was just a dream...
"Where...?" Leon coughs. It looks like he's in a sort-of shower stall. But not. It's for decontamination. Instead of spraying him down with the intensity of a pressure washer, the stranger was treating him gently. He wishes he were unkind. At least the burning might stop. "Ada.... is she....?" He thought he heard her end over his radio. He can't even trust his own memories.
The moon AT-5 contained an anomaly. Astrophage itself thinned around the celestial object whenever it passed between an infected star and planet. It was something observed by chance. A Petrova band being broken, again and again, with each orbit of an unassuming moon. No one expected a blood ocean brimming with secrets.
My brother and sister-in-law are in Canada for sister-in-law's own sister getting married. He just messaged me "Putin" with a pic of chips and gravy and I honestly cannot tell if he's being a smartass or if his phone is suggesting he should cannibalise the man.
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Thankyou KEI, this is a critical hit to the feels. I appreciate you taking the time to write with lil ol' me and for always being a delight on my dashboard. 💕
"Oye... how about a repeat of our first meeting?", Luis is pulling at a roll of chain as they are actually looking for something else in this store. And he is smirking.
Leon looks over with his eyebrows already raised somewhere near his hairline. He can't hide an immediate reflexive smirk. Luis puts a new spin on yanking your chain with this comedic setup. He almost asks who taught him this kind of humour, huh. He knows. Oh, he knows.
Instead he offers a hum. "Our second meeting." He lightly corrects, before he tips his head. "Our first meeting, you were bagged and ready to go." He sighs as if he's dreaming about it. "You were so disappointed with me on sight..."
Then Leon approaches and pulls on the roll of chain, hard, unravelling an unholy amount. "Hope you're not attached to the security deposit."
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Tonight I played Fears to Fathom: Scratch Creek with Vers, and I think we found all the bugs. But on the bright side my character at least washes his hands thoroughly and can play the cow clicker game on his phone during a be quiet and hide section so it isn't a complete loss.
Luis meets Leon’s questioning gaze with the exact same expression - inquisitive, but perhaps a bit too clueless. First contact? Sure. Of course, something like that would have been discussed and meticulously planned. What kind of space mission would they be if they hadn’t sorted that out down to the last detail beforehand...?
Well. Luis can’t actually remember much about it, though...
The scientist presses his lips together - and squints his eyes shut - as if that intense look directed at Leon might somehow fix the gap in his memory.
"Hm." That is the only answer the pilot gets as Luis heads back to the lab. Fortunately, the artificial gravity now gives him the chance to think about this "First Contact" at the same time.
"Oye. So. They sent us the star system - with their location. So, we have to mark Earth in relation to it! We’ll just solder a little Earth onto it - not out of Xenon, of course. Because that would be crazy..."
"And then we send them a few details about us. What we’re like! Hydrogen as the basis for everything! Oh - oh, our timekeeping! Mathematics! Biology! A sort of tiny 'Golden Record'!"
Luis’s muttering grows quieter, then louder again as he paces through the lab, completely obsessed with crafting the "perfect" message. Then, however, he pauses and picks up the small model of the Petrova Band model they had been sent.
"We absolutely have to draw a Petrova Line from Earth to Tau Ceti and to their planet. So they know that’s exactly why we’re here, too."
And just like that, he’s sitting hunched over, tongue clamped between his teeth, starting to remodel the little Xenon solar system. He is completely engrossed in his work - so much so that Luis doesn’t even look up when he slowly becomes aware of something else…
“How… how are we supposed to send this back? Do we… do we have one of those cool little slingshot things, too?”
Leon's confused smile splits into a grin. It should have scared the shit out of him, Luis was the one with a more valuable brain. But that was exactly why he followed along. He was eager to know what possible solution Luis could squeeze out with that pressed look of his.
It comes as no surprise that Luis offers up his thoughts by the time they reach the fully functional laboratory. Incinerator included.
He listens and he helps as best he can. He gathers equipment better suited to engineers, the things they would put to use for making repairs. Surely it would help with this monumentally important arts-and-crafts type of project as Luis rattles off more ideas than Leon thinks will fit into the container. They will find a way. They have to.
"Hello?" Leon offers as he thumbs to himself. "That's like. My one use." He speaks with a smile. Even he worries about his aim. "I just hope they don't dodge and weave like I did to them. I'd feel a little bad returning to tell you that you had to make everything again..."
He's not as helpful here and now. Luis handles the creating and Leon fetches him whatever he thinks will help. Like a bag of brightly coloured skittles that he places within reach.
"Um..." Leon's hand rubs at the nape of his neck. "Thanks, by the way... for... you woke me, and I didn't come back right... but you don't have to smile your way through everything just for me. I'll be okay if you need to sometimes scrunch your face up or flip off a problem."
This has to be the best day of Luis’s life. He doubts he’s ever enjoyed himself this much before. His memories are still hazy and fragmented. But being with Leon and discovering something no human being had ever seen before... that was absolutely incredible.
Whatever he’d done in life to end up right here, it had been the right thing to do.
He chuckles as Leon drags him toward the Petrovascope; he lets himself be led, knowing he’s a disaster at navigating the ship. As he grips the controls, his cheeks ache from smiling so much.
"This is so cool...", he recalls the feeling. Looking through the viewfinders - whether for microscopy or macroscopy - and gazing at the beauty of the Astrophages. A lethal beauty, yes, but beauty nonetheless.
Luis presses his face against the scope... and freezes in awe for a moment. A glowing red band of moving Astrophages connects to the star. Tau Ceti has indeed been infected... and yet, it still shines with all the splendor a healthy star should have.
"The reason we’re here, Sancho. The Tau Ceti Petrova line," he says with a smile, before leaning back and yielding the Petrovascope to Leon.
"Aren't we lucky? Imagine if there’d been nothing there... that would’ve been awkward to explain."
Luis lets out a soft laugh, imagining the post-mission report for such a failure: billions of dollars burned just to send two unlucky astronauts up there.
Letting his mind drift a little, Luis gazes at the gigantic, archaic spaceship floating a kilometer away.
"I bet they’re expecting a reply... what should we send them? We have to tell them we’re here for that, too. And that we come in peace. That we don’t want to cause harm. Who we are... do you think we should take down one of those gold plaques from the hallway down below? But how do we get it into that container...? Oye, they get our air from there too. At least our air doesn't have the potential to blow them to smithereens instantly... Well. I hope so, at least… damn solid-Xenon-aliens.”
Leon doesn't know what he expects or how he thinks he might react. Luis confirms the Tau Ceti Petrova line and he... feels okay? That's good, right? The star is infected too, but it's not dimming. So... how? There has to be a reason, but he was never part of the team thinking up solutions. He was only supposed to steer the ship.
His head turns and for a moment he silently watches Luis who he swears hasn't stopped smiling once. Were they going to manage this in time? At all? The man offers the Petrovascope to him, interrupting his doubts — he looks. It's a rare time he operates the equipment outside of safety checks like making sure it's locked in place before centrifuge.
"Whoah..." Leon only ever saw pictures. The glittering red is beautiful. Deep down, he knows what it is. It's a sickness. It should evoke a feeling of dread. Instead he keeps on looking and looking because it's like a glittering jewel.
"That's definitely a line." He comments, manipulating the equipment around to instead look at the ship alongside them, taking a peek at the intricate details. That's definitely an alien spacecraft. What he would give to know how that thing operates...
Leon locks the Petrovescope back into position and drifts to the controls. Again, he activates the centrifuge. Again, they find themselves pulled into a self-made gravity.
"Maybe... we should look at what they sent to us? Keep it simple. They need to know we understand them. That we're here for the same reason." He exhales a little and twitches his own smile. Luis really cannot get past the solid Xenon thing. "Besides, you're the scientist. Didn't you guys already figure out how to make first contact?" He's lightly teasing at the Voyager spacecraft. Not that he remembers much, other than they're golden.
I feel like I am reading a different book than those people. I hate read the rest of this, it is on my do not recommend list.
Stolen Tongues by Felix Blackwell has the crimes of: (spoilers in case you like hate reading too)
main character's name is the author's name
PHD student rolling in money, never addressed how he's so rich or what he's studying, "study grants" bankrolls moving a house purely off that, sign me the fuck up to whatever that bullshit is
the characters are so flat with no personality
fiancée starts to experience what presents as night terrors and sleepwalking and the only reason the guy doesn't want her to go to a doctor? "They will put you in a filthy asylum". hello.
the fiancée is allegedly Christian, not once is it mentioned by her, not once does it come into play like I would expect her to want spiritual guidance from a priest, something, anything, never comes up other than her friends having holy water out of thin fucking air because all Christians open carry holy water I guess and they put it in her shampoo to see if she's possessed and her scalp gets irritated and that's it
for some fucking reason while the fiancée is spider crawling around and grinning in the dark she's like "I should invite my sister and her baby" "yeah that would be a great idea" immediately tries to sacrifice a baby in the woods and her sister is like hey that's fucked up and leaves.... and that's the consequences of her actions...
"he slams the gun on the table" WHAT FUCKING GUN? WHEN DID YOU GET A GUN? A PHD STUDENT? NO GUN MENTIONED BEFOREHAND? IT'S A FUCKING MAGNUM? I'M SO BOTHERED YOU'RE NOT LEON S. KENNEDY WHY DO YOU HAVE THAT
goes to Native Americans for advice on the Things Happening... white man rolling through the woods, nothing happens to him, he pulls a magnum from thin air, the only deaths in the story are 2 of 3 of the Native American people mentioned... who only are in the story to help the main characters... have lived for decades on this haunted ass mountain... are the only people to die to the creature... what the actual fuck, I want to pull my late friend out of her grave so I can shit talk this with her because as a Native American I know she would have been hollering for an hour straight
the fiancée's mother had a miscarriage, at the time the fiancée was 5, and everyone is mad at the mother for not wanting to talk about it...... nothing about the trauma to the mother, how it impacted her, how she copes with that loss...... it's all about the impact on the 5-year-old.......
the creature goes away bc the fiancée remembers this from her past and was like "I don't need you anymore, leave" and it was like oh okay bye
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