Lost Boys

ind/pri/sel OC roleplay blog for Resident Evil youngblood Silas Nivans.

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"I don't...think I've ever had an interest in the same guy linger this long."

His actual thought is that he's never had a guy stay interested in him this long, and his own attempt to hide this is something he decides is pathetic, switching to full honesty instead.

"I like him a lot. I like his little quirks, his sense of humor is dark like mine. I like how he doesn't really know what to do when you're nice to him. Makes me wanna be nicer to him just to fuck with him... Does that make sense?"

There's more to it. He can sleep peacefully next to HUNK, though if that's something unique to HUNK himself or just a mindset thing, he can't be sure. But he's been able to sleep peacefully more often, when next to him. He doesn't cop to this - not every detail needs to come to light about why he feels the way he does.

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"Running into him in Romania is pretty strange. I didn't meet him during the Dulvey incident, but I know he got there a little while after I did. He has the Devil's luck, all things considered. Every time he's been somewhere, I can tell, thanks to the abundance of Lycan corpses. My understanding is the Duke's trying to keep a pretty close eye on him, so I guess that's how he keeps his ammo stocked in this little hellhole.

Silas' main reason for visiting Romania was to look for his sister; however, he was also tasked by his handlers with recovering either a sample of the Black God mold or the cadou parasite.

The time between Silas' infection with E and his resurrection was very short, as was the time between his resurrection and Eveline's subsequent death. As a result, the bonding process stalled and Silas did not succumb to the brainwashing effects as there was no relevant focal point. This along with his T-Apophis vaccination preventing a violent rejection means Silas has most of the benefits of mold infection and few downsides.

Silas is not only immunized against runaway mutations, but also given an avid deterrent against predation by mold-derived bioweapons, who will become infected by T-Apophis if they are exposed to or ingest his blood. The Lycans who attacked Silas in the Romanian village were exposed to T-Apophis which quickly killed them. Like a toxic species causing predators to learn to avoid them, Silas' encounters resulted in the Lycan population giving him a wide berth.

This created an ideal scenario for further experimentation. Securing a cadou parasite from the Duke wasn't easy, and required collecting quite a sum of money and trade-able goods. This as well as looking for his sister took up the majority of the time Silas spent in the Romanian village.

With help from certain allies, Silas was privy to several discoveries. The first study was recursive interactions, splicing the original Black God mold with samples of the E-Type cells making up Silas' body, along with the A-type cells, and introducing the T-Apophis virus to see what would happen. The results produced a lot of mess along with a few useful bits.

From the bacteriophagic virus T-Apophis, which specifically targets mold from the E-series and attacks cells expressing traits that result in host mutation, arose T-Apostle. T-Apostle is a more potent version of the virus that compels mold cells to seek out uninfected mold colonies and spread it further; it also doesn't inhibit the horizontal gene transfer the way the original virus does. Infectees of mold cells who in turn are parasitized by T-Apostle will try to spread their condition.

T-Apophis, and T-Apostle with it, are only benevolent to mold cells not expressing runaway mutations, and begin multiplying and eating cells that do. As such, they are invariably lethal to mold hosts who have already mutated; however, T-Apostle is slower-acting, more infectious, and harder to detect, giving infected mold-derived creatures time to spread it to others through infighting, sex, or common everyday interactions. Cadou parasites and eggs are not immune to this, and will succumb to the virus' effects even more quickly. Silas' blood, through this exposure, has become a catastrophic chemical weapon that can easily wipe out large mold colonies, while being completely inert in uninfected humans.

A gentleman caller at this hour maybe wasn't unusual. The UNKNOWN NUMBER notification appeared at the top of Silas' phone mid-doomscroll, buzzing and buzzing with vibration in his palm. It's a natural instinct to hit hang up, isn't it? Moonlight illuminated the lonely little motel room in dim light.

Danny'd seen this one. Watched him from the window, watched him leave his room. Rented a space at the same motel about eight doors down. Pressed his eye to the keyhole in the middle of the night to see how things went. He was pretty sure this one was a drifter. The easiest type. Almost felt like cheating.

He slipped the burner in past his hood, fabric rustling, mask tilted to let free his face. Simple bait: he figured he'd start with the 'wrong number' line, segue into rapid apologies, then follow up some cheesy flirting, and then, once he had a bite ...

"Hey. You still coming over, or what?"

Who the fuck is calling him while he's in the middle of a Twitter spiral??? As a matter of fact...who's calling him at all?

"Unknown number"?

Silas flicks through the possibilities, all of which are extremely slim. Hotel management would show up as the owners of the property thanks to the identification system, and even spam callers and data collectors didn't usually ring these days, usually going by text or email. And there is simply no way that Nick would be calling his personal cell with a number Silas didn't know. Mentally, Silas prepares himself to flee the hotel under the shadow of night if it looks like he's in the remotest danger.

"Hey. You still coming over, or what?"

Silas stays silent for a moment. Coming over...? Did he hook up with some guy while drunk last night? No, there was no way, he was an indoor drunk these days...but then why the familiar tone?

"Who is this...?"

His tone is unusually sharp. Most people that Silas had hung out with knew him to be laid back to the point of disinterest in most things, and not at all waspy, but there was none of that now. The voice on the other end is male, but that's all he can discern, and definitely not someone he knows.

(Rock, bullet he probably dislodged from someone: it’s all subjective)

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Silas turns the bullet over in his hand, not yet quite clean from the dried viscera of the last home it vacated. It's morbid, but he does rather like this aspect of HUNK, the little magpie-like desire to take things that were shiny or interesting and show them off. A sort of souvenir syndrome, you might call it.

"I can keep it?"

Part of him wants to see what'll happen if HUNK says no, he was just showing it off, and see if he'll take it back. Or if he'll get to keep it. Maybe he'll try and take it back, but half-ass it, more to feel their fingers brush together than to reclaim it? Or Silas is full of shit and fantasizing like usual.

Silas does this too, almost without thinking about it. HUNK doesn't seem to be a klepto like him, but he thinks maybe they do it for the same reasons. Leaving absences, imprints. Snatching little bits of permanence and time from around them.

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Luckily for HUNK, Silas is usually awake at that time, so the message reaches him without any delays. Picking up his phone, Silas almost immediately has a grin on his face.

[msg] Fuuuuuck. Should let me come polish that.

[msg] I need you to come over and play video games while I suck you off or something.

[msg] Or we can take a naked drive with my head in your lap, c'mon.

[msg] It's about to be the witching hour soon, let's go get into some trouble.