Jill was convinced of two things as they moved together in rhythm. Albert Wesker was jealous of Chris, and more confusing for her specifically, Albert wanted her. His statement was probably meant to sound innocuous but she could feel the tension radiating off him as his body stiffened while he spoke. She could feel it most prominently where his hand rested on the her back, his grip almost possessive for a moment before he returned to normal.

The first realization was something Jill could use, though she loathed the idea of bringing Chris into her charade, even just a little. The second was…useful in it's own way, but far more confounding as she felt her body respond. Keep your head about you Valentine, we're not here to catch feelings.

"Yeah, Chris is a really good guy," she said with a small smile. She scanned the crowd until her gaze landed on her friend, who was looking at her utterly dumbfounded. Jill simply gave Chris a small shrug and returned her attention to Albert.

Her heart skipped a beat when Albert called her stunning. She had certainly been trying to make an impression, specifically for him in fact to draw him in. Though she couldn't see his eyes, it wasn't hard to imagine a heat burning behind those sunglasses. Maybe she really was flying too close to the sun on this one; but how could she back out now? She was already stuck within the gravitational pull between them.

That fucking line. The blush that flooded her cheeks was genuine no matter how hard she tried to deny it. God damn him for whipping out the charm, and god damn herself for falling for it. She could try to convince herself that what she was doing was for the benefit of uncovering his secrets, but she knew deep down that she was following some unseen force now. Jill reached up to his face with her free hand and plucked his sunglasses off his face. She tucked one of the temples in and perched them in the deep V of her dress, directly between her breasts.

@vvcsker with ✂ A fandom that you feel isn't open and accepting?

imma be brutal? the re fandom. there's so many cool solo blogs that i'd love to follow, but there's also so many that have a strict no multimuse rule in their page. which, it makes me laugh because a few of them are... literally multimuse blogs with different characters from re but hey you do you boo, i'll keep my idiots here. it sucks because i'd love to branch out more into that rpc, but there is definitely... a circle lmao. it's fine though bc i HAVE met some people from that fandom that are so so so fucking nice and i am content w the small group i've managed to pull from it

There’s a long pause at the sight of him, the rooms covered in the blood of some BOW that had chased her in here, and her clothes were an unfortunate casualty. She was in the middle of rummaging through employee lockers and trying to find suitable replacements, her equipment draped over a bench next to her.

She’s frozen in place for a good while before the fight or flight response finally kicked in, hurriedly covering her chest with the coat she had in her hand and rushing to try and grab her gun from her harness holster, immediately pointing it in his direction.

The force of which Albert grips his jaw is enough to stop Zeno in his tracks, the pressing ache of powerful fingers squeezing his face giving him the clarity of just how outclassed he is against his original counterpart. He feels slow. Sloppy in comparison to the older man and while he has youth on his side, it's nothing next to Albert's significantly greater experience. For every wild swing Zeno makes, Albert seemingly dodges it without effort and his mounting frustration only serves to make him that much clumsier. And easier to read. A last-ditch onslaught leaves him wide open to retaliation to which Albert capitalises on immediately, seizing his clone's lower jaw to which Zeno can't even scream as his back slams against the wall, firmly knocking the air out of his lungs. Were this was a serious fight, Zeno would be in trouble but luck as it were, the two of them were 'only' sparring though in truth, it felt more like Albert was toying with him and in some way he was, his stringent training far exceeding the brute strength The Connections had foolishly been content with... Albert says something in that moment. About him not being quick enough and it only ignites Zeno's ire further which makes him easier to manhandle. To disappoint. A feeling like shame makes his guts clench as he fails to pry off the hand gripping his jaw, Albert clearly having gained complete over the situation while his younger clone now not only fights him but is fighting to simply breathe, virus burning overtime just to try and gain an edge that can never be caught. How pitifully wrong Zeno had been. Believing he was without equal all this time. Turns out fighting humans and other B.O.W's was nothing like fighting Albert Wesker in his prime, the man having mastered the virus before he'd even been an idea on blueprint. Albert had been tackling criminals and jealous peers out to gut him before Zeno had even taken his first breath and while he came into the world as a tyrant, Albert clearly had the upper edge having lived as both man and monster and knowing how to handle both.

𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐕𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 megalomaniac , as if she hadn't been suffering enough already under Mother Superior's tutelage and her ambition to conquer by shrouding the entire world in her concept of darkness.. There was of course, a certain amount of fear when she was being faced with endless cruelty but the scars on her own body inflicted with such, made Shadowheart a bit more thick skinned above the average religious assassin.

❛ You call me a primitive brain, but my deduction was one made following formidable logic, Albert Wesker.. If you claim all it takes to finish me is seven minutes, then such an assumption can be made on my part, ❜ The Priestess reverberated, staring at the male spread comfortably in his lavish office chair , drowning in limitless confidence.

His eyes were nearly swollen shut and his breathing was catching on itself as he struggled to hold back a cough so pain wouldn't shoot though his chest. Wheezing slightly as he looked at Wesker. He was aware he was in search of his sister he wasn't stupid. Yet the fact he said he'd most likely join his sister in a grave made Alfred stiffen.

"I...would much rather not die.." he lookd around and coughed up blood. His vision was unbearably hazy and it hurt to shut them. His body was refusing to work with him. Damn thoes Redfield's..damn them to hell! He clenched his fist before weakly wiping his lips free from blood. His research on the Veronica Virus was lost to him.

"My sister isn't dead.." he finally fully processed what Wesker said. He refused to believe it as he looks back at the facility. He wants to run back. Find her. But Wesker said they had to go. She'll never leave him like this. Right..? He falls to his knees as he shuts his eyes. Not her..anything but her!

Ha.

Dios mio… how fucking embarrassing. Luis hated looking foolish in front of his colleagues - especially Albert Wesker. The man was the embodiment of seriousness and cold logic. Sometimes Luis wondered if he wasn’t actually an android from a sci-fi movie. He was just too… perfect, in an eerie sort of way.

Not that it stopped Luis from his usual antics.

Still, Luis quickly grabbed his gloves and bent down carefully to peer across the tiled floor.

“I’ve already sealed off the lab; no one’s allowed in,” he said, trying to salvage the situation as he peeked out from under a nearby desk. Oh, a free pen!

“The egg has to be in here somewhere… I just dropped it. Well, the vial it was in slipped out of my hand. And it shattered. I searched through the shards, but it wasn’t there…” Luis gestured vaguely toward a metal tray on one of the counters, where small fragments of the once-full vial laid scattered.

It was embarrassing. But… did they really have to search like this?