#lethalorcouture

introducing an indie roleplay blog for a variety of different muses, canon divergent and headcanon based. programmed by ilia. mdni. no ai. 21+. dark themes will be explored, especially through media such as RESIDENT EVIL and THE EVIL WITHIN. medium activity. read rules before following. primarily starring JULI KIDMAN, as well as two ORIGINAL CHARACTERS.

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@lethalorcouture!

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... is an rper and they have a fantastic list of characters that they can play, I think anyone who can both judge so many muses (My ass can barely do one *faints*) and play them well is really talented. Sadly they're shy and I'm hoping any bit of kindness and motivation can help them come out of their shell. But at the same time take your time my friend, we love you!

Not only that but a diverse list of muses that you don't see very often which is always fun to see around too.

"My, what a big gun you got there."

it's been made clear that brian is master of the situation. he bends down, wanting to look her in the eyes. she was beautiful and he supposed he could understand why his dear baby brother had taken interest in her. blood stained fingers reach out, intent to push her hair behind her ear in an almost affectionate way. but she had her own dark passenger, clearly. one that surely sensed him just as much as he and dexter sensed her.

The sudden attack caught him off guard. She’d appeared out of nowhere, Leon barely able to catch the leg that’d flung out towards him and struck him right in the chest. The impact had been successful in knocking him off balance, sheer force sending him stumbling backwards with a pained grunt. Thankfully, he’d managed to stay on his feet— just about. That was definitely going to leave a bruise come tomorrow morning.

A hand came up to rub at the sore spot, Leon focused on the perpetrator.. and why wasn’t he surprised to find a familiar face staring back? “Ada.” There was never a dull moment with her, was there?

Had she followed him all the way out here to Spain? Leon was flattered. Alas, he couldn’t have her getting in the way of his mission, evident in how quick he was to get into a defensive stance.. though he dared not to make any advances. Apparently his reluctance was mistaken for fear, her question asked with a goading edge to her tone. Oh, how it sent a thrill up Leon’s spine.

It wasn’t so much that he was afraid— rather, he didn’t necessarily want to hurt her. But if she gave him no choice.. “I could ask you the same thing, but I doubt I’ll get a straight answer.” Leon knew her well enough by now to know she was an expert at evading questions. It was how she’d tricked him during their first meeting back in Raccoon City.

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Corner of mouth ticks with a hint of something, although even he's not sure what it is. Frustration? Suspicion? Worry? It's a twisting feeling in his gut that he can't pin down, which also makes him uncomfortable.

Because it's Akechi standing before him, Akechi the one saying he can handle it. And he's someone the guy that Akira trusts both the most and the least to see a situation handled. Swallowing back a sigh, he nods reluctantly, finally. He's let the rest of his team manage things on their own before without his direct supervision. He trusts them, so why not Akechi? "Fine."

she'd lost feeling in her fingers as her arms hung above her -- shoulders ached, heart thrummed in her chest so quickly that it felt like it was mimicking a terrified rabbit. she hadn't been trapped here long, not more than a few hours, but it was long enough that every passing second was beginning to make grace think that she was never getting out of here.

she NEEDED to find ethan winters. and she certainly wasn't going to do that if she was held hostage in this -- mansion? castle? where WAS she?

any and all thoughts were sucked out of her brain by a cosmic vacuum the moment grace felt the blade running along her skin. heart now pounding away in her ears as a bead of... sweat? blood? ran down her temple on the opposite side of her face.

"w-w-what are you doing?" she wanted to ask it loudly, with some force and conviction for crying out loud. instead, it was barely more than a whisper. for a moment, grace was ACTUALLY grateful that she was being hung up by her arms... her legs certainly would've given out due to pure FEAR.

come on. think. what do you do when you're in a hostage situation? humanize yourself. make your kidnapper see that you are an actual person.

"m-my name is grace. a-ashcroft. i... i-i'm an analyst fr-from america. and... i'm looking, uhm -- looking for s-someone." good going, grace. that was SURE to help you out. eyes flickering from the woman's face towards the blade and back again.

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rue gets to be friends with grace, like, in the most unexpected way. it kinda helps that they have a whole bunch of shit in common, enough to override all that WASN'T. like how grace wanted to go into the FBI, how she was such a do-gooder, in a way that reminded rue of lexi, it's like, funny, until it comes out that she lost her mom when she was a teenager. it's funny how that shifts the narrative, and gives themselves something to hold to. "i lost my dad, too." she'd said then, eyes lowered. "cancer. what about your mom?"

she doesn't really get the truth back then, but to be fair, would rue have even understood, or believed it? she was never really a part of anything the way that raccoon city forced to the forefront, and even then, all the shit that had happened were more like rumours. those that had escaped and made their way out, talked about how the dead rose, and were branded CRAZY by most people, and suffering from grief by the news. it's funny how easy it was to swallow the truth, to ignore what was the obvious. but grace? grace carried on, and, despite what had happened in wrenwood, managed to become a pretty handy analyst at the bureau. "does this mean you won't smoke weed with me anymore?" rue had joked then, as if grace was even, like, willing to in the first place. yeah. right.

❛  soo.. back to square one.  ❜

oh right. grace had asked rue to help her look into something, more like, helping her research something about what had happened in the aftermath of wrenwood, in time for her to go pay a visit to the same place. but wasn't that strange, she'd gone to look it all up at the local library, asking her to come visit with her, but... everything was weirdly GONE from the records. even the stuff that grace swore she remembered seemed purged from the records, rue inhaling sharply, her cheeks inflating.