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@agent-birkins
. .ㅤindie , headcanon - heavy portrayal of Sherry Birkin from Resident Evil post re6
low - activity. new to verse & character
study on : survival , strive , sacrifice , live with consequences , un - trusting , repay , mourn , [ add later ]
adored by Lavi , 27 + , she / her , not english native.
rules . headcanons . prompt . credit . psa for comfort please read
ashley isnt the same girl as she was before, there isn't a skip of hesitation as she nods taking the offered gun (* yesterday's fears reign as something of the past ; not fully conquered but accepted as a part of her . ) " ofcourse, I got your back. " a soft smile replaying back , as she moves by Sherry side , letting her lead through the rubble of what remains of the destroyed hall ; silence filters like a blanket over the air.
her eyes glint in reassurance that they'll be fine as Sherry reaches for her hand clasping it tight in her own , met gaze with warmth & familiarity of her own. continuing their way , through passages leaving an ounce of a opening to go through . what remains is hard to identify in some sections , she can only imagine how long the clean up crew will take with something of this scale.
" once we're done here , let go back home. " she doesn't need to specify , Ashley remembers back then reading that home is where comfort it ( * & that she understands now ; comfort in many ways in what rings close to mind. ) bright hues look around , squinting in some darkened areas by the shadow casted by fallen debris. " are we looking for anything in particular ? " she figured she could help better in that way if she knew what to spot , any fragments or pieces that would catch the attention.
she was looking too much at each corner , swirl from direction to another gun pointed. they didn’t even know what could possibly appear. sherry scoffed soft “ are you here to bring me back ? “ steps into higher opening then helped ashley through. “ honestly , anything aggressive undead or not. i can’t let death spread. so we are just scouting the area”
whether there was something or not it was not certain. a sudden thud hears from the right . sherry immediately went to check there was a line of rooms. arranged as if there was end depths to hide something. one glance towards ashley to confirm the situation. something was there undead or not. they had to see for themselves. she moved first. the smell of smoke caught her attention. which was odd it seemed like it was burning. that was another bomb . close to classic one to avoid eyes. sherry hadn’t realized that yet .
what they were into wasn’t bio attack but terrorism. perhaps ashley worries were in it place. as this was new to the agent.
there's a half smile, because ah - of course. sherry did have something that she would call akin to EXCEPTIONAL luck. it's what makes her a survivor... despite the obvious things that she'd had to suffer. more than just a mother, and a father that hadn't shown up, but also the fact that she'd come to be infected thanks to them.
but look at her now. she listened, oh, ada was always a listener, but there's a laugh for the things that might or might not be written about her in the ledgers of government files that lay out of her hands. "i'm almost curious to know what they have about me, but it's probably less than they think, and more than i'd want them to know. but what would i CALL MYSELF...?"
no longer the woman who sat in the arms of the organization, she'd tired, too, of the politics that ran around within these circles of influence. "i'd call myself a FREELANCER. i don't like to work for anyone specifically anymore, i think you've come to find yourself that all too often... there are people who drift from their original goals and purpose. loyalty can make us blind, agent birkin. even the best of us. but... hm~ would you like a drink? it's been far too long, and i have a feeling you have lots to share."
★— ATTN: @agent-birkins
sherry had met a different ada, one never wrote about it as of recent. no file or words could make up the ada front of her. she’s aware of that maybe biased but she just didn’t want to think of any other thing. to her ada was good like leon and claire. “ yes “ she finally accepted the offer. her words touches sherry , she knows very well how blind loyalty does end. “ you seem to be successful , i — i have failed my mission. even if it was labeled successful. to me it wasn’t. “
China was horrible, in many sense lost someone, time , and her own confidence and idea of life once again. she’s that lost kid who thought to found place just for it to be destroyed again . what could she expect ? her own parents destroyed her first life. “ I don’t know how should i live , everything i think of as my life . end up destroyed. I’m afraid to call something my, I wasn’t good of agent either. “ she began to vent first thing, just like their first meeting. as if ada had something that just pull her words out of her trapped heart. no one else could do this. is it because ada isn’t really someone who belongs to sherry life ? but to her past. even when she never have seen her before. it is something that she could just feel.
“ freelancer sound good, i do want to try that. “
❛ are you here to kill me? ❜
answered from ( various question starters ) * @agent-birkins.
a soft chuckles falls from cherry tinted lips , in amusement at the question. are you here to kill me ? chestnut rich orbs peering over , waving the clipboard & click of pen. she knew Sherry had been sceptic about her at first looks like she still was even now . " maybe with boredom , check ups are no one favourite after all. " but they wore mandatory. Thalia didn't make the rules after all neither could she make exceptions for anyone ( * which she understood , it was in best intention to monitor daily ) but even a sweet bat of the lashes didn't stop some from avoiding her to their best ability. I'm busy , maybe later ? stubborn folks.
" I'll make it five minute how 'bout that ? then I'll get out of your hair. "
tapping the leg of the seat aside her , with her heel for Sherry to join. clearly she's not going anywhere ; hues expectant ( * Talia still had ... four more trips to make with the same clipboard )
the way this woman was too keen at her job and had that certain glint of obsession. sherry didn’t feel well. being checked by her hands. daily monitor wasn’t something she liked and as she grow. she become more aware of her own body and how much checks up she needs.
“ I won’t do it today, It is still early from the last check up “ she was straightforward with lap coats people. statement and affirmation was the only thing that works on them. otherwise she would live the same days as child. the days she had to endure because she was helpless but no more. after all even her own parent used her when she had no idea or opinion.
ready to leave the lap “ call the next one “
i found you. how funny. sherry birkin remembers her, even now, it seemed, her lips creasing in what looked like a temporary smile. perhaps this was too nostalgic of her, but it was sort of adorable. sweet... ada's back straightening, as if to wave off the SENTIMENTAL THOUGHTS that trailed behind her. the truth was, she hadn't expected anybody to find her here, a place closed off from the world, to let her just... think. decompress. perhaps sherry had grown into the kind of person who might appreciate why it was that she needed to sink herself into something like this. the space, the time.
they've just seen SO many things in such a short lifetime...
she lead her back along the path, looking back on occasion to ensure that she was keeping pace and keeping up. she wanted to ask why sherry was here in the first place, though her first reaction was admittedly to wonder what danger might be lurking as a result. chaos tended to follow people like them, whether they liked it or not, and frankly, she could feel that underlying anxiety there, though she didn't know yet the kind of TROUBLE that awaited them both.
ada had looked into sherry before. the government liked to keep a tight handle on her files, but it looked as if she had PLAYED ALONG and managed to work with that police officer from time to time, still. that there was a special marker on her file, identified, it seemed, as a potential subject for... what, exactly? her cabin sits, undisturbed, as she motioned for sherry to both enter, and to take a seat, leaving her own shoes at the mat, going to put the kettle on. "something tells me this isn't just a social visit~ how are you, sherry?"
★— ATTN: @agent-birkins
again she was silent that even sherry felt awkward. thought back then it was the situation but it seems to be ada was just the quiet type. it wasn’t until she took a seat that she finally spoke. which prompt confusion.
“ no actually this is a social accidental visit.. i never thought i’d meet you here. this wasn’t even my destination “ truth is she really just take time to go find her out of her work hours a type of vacation. a side goal. unaware of what the woman know or what’s already happening. she thought that this would be a normal encounter. regardless of what she have read in the files. which she was curious about. forgetting her question
“ while searching to find you, i read things that you were an agent as well. but there was no official statements so I figured , are you a mercenary? “
" I do, I guess I just panicked when there wasn't any names mentioned." she did believe in her , Ashley really did but uncertainty wavered ( * persistent until she saw Sherry for herself & now that she did , the worry had faded ) bright hues looking around ... what a wreck. debris scattered in structure almost unrecognizable ; lingering in the air in the form of specks of dust left over. complications wore a given ; any mission wasn't a cut clear a to b step. she knew that from her own experience & the stories Sherry and Leon had shared. standing up , the path she had taken to get here well , it was still accessible even if it make her hands sting trying to climb it up again.
" I'd hope so it looks like a bulldozer hit this place , but I know you'll want to be sure. " a pause as she thinks if she should ask. " can't I help you somehow ? "
Ashley just didn't want to part with her ; she had some training ... simple tricks & initiatives keep herself safe , logically she knew Sherry was right that they should get her out first * to not take any risks but she wanted to stay. " I'd stick by your side promise. "
to throw one self into this wasn’t easy and she had done the same thing before to her parents which prompt warm smile towards ashley. she become aware of how much she meant for the other woman but that’s for another day talk.
the agent went to the other direction remove rocks to make away. assume that both will go their separate way before the question halt her while pushing a rock. hands brush together to cleanse it before pulls a gun and hands it to her. she knows what ashley was capable of and that fact she come all the way here. what makes sherry have the right to send her back ?
“ can you help me make a way ? “
whatever they will face, it was a choice made by each. sherry had become less idealistic. she knows that she is not responsible for everyone. neither their choices and rather than live and regret. better do what you want. She won’t want others make choices for her. not again. finally stepped into the destroyed hall. gun on hand as she lead. however she looked bothered. stopped midway. arm reach for ashley to hold hands. tight. a habit to calm her nerves especially with the weight of protecting ashley on her shoulders. when she shouldn’t be here to begin with. her gaze meet hers for a second. a moment of tranquility . then give her back to continue their way.
@redemptioninterlude continued from ( i )
she have been searching , reading. digging for the strange woman that refuses to give anything. kindness in this world is genuine. she believes firmly in that. and the cemetery day was enough to prove it for her. sherry had made a secret mission to find her again. glued hours front screens to collect whatever she could to find her. it was long one. she still does not know who saved her that time either. this task was personal and new. something that give her purpose after the failure of her first mission. sherry never stepped to find someone before, there was no one, everyone had life and goals, everyone would find her eventually. but this woman? she had to work on it and she never thought she’d ever build a connection to seek. when she is the one who wait always.
the side rest she had take wasn’t her final. she was supposed to visit the city that had a link to the woman. but the quite forest with clear river felt too dreamy. something a child could imagine. hand beneath the water, how her very existence defy this beauty. she was a human in disguise. she could be a danger to this pure scene. thoughts that sometimes haunt her. before the sound caught her attention. reaches to the side of her hip but the sound and soon the face made her hand hover next to.
a pure delight, features that match the scenery. a soul that belongs to this beauty. “ i’ve found you ! “ it was the type of coincidence that only sherry could make. rush steps towards her , hands barely kept to herself. “ you are alive, Ada ! “ there’s so much she had read. too much that she doesn’t know what’s right and wrong. the only thing she could find was her name constantly mentioned ever since raccoon city or some files that she left behind. it was clear what she wants to talk about this time.
The guide sentences about sherry for my own analysis to comeback to
“Perhaps because she endured many hardships as the daughter of the creator of the G-Virus, she has a devoted and selfless personality. Even during her escape journey with the blunt Jake, she supports him wholeheartedly “
some Japanese words used and it specific meanings
Kenmei : to devote one's life to accomplish something , earnestly . and again this word is used twice to describe her personality as well.
“Ever since the ‘Raccoon Incident,’ traces of the virus have remained within her body, and the fact that she is no longer an ordinary human being still continues to torment her.”
包容力のある心美しき女性。
a woman with compassionate and beautiful heart
Claire became someone Sherry trusted even more than her own family
claire’s maternal warmth and inclusiveness were passed on to her
Claire’s nurturing, motherly kindness and her ability to accept and care for others were qualities that Sherry came to inherit
My first sherry merch 😭
SENDER cleans blood from RECEIVER'S hands, steady and careful
sourced from high-stakes action prompts * @agent-birkins.
" I'm pretty sure I'm the one that should be doing this you know . " her words soften in attempted humour to lighten the mood , bright optics starring at the wipe as Sherry cleans her hands ; it blooms from cotton seeping in the red of her blood. would it scar ? gosh ... that be such a lame scar ... she had gotten it climbing past the rubble , cutting her hands on sharp corners. she wasn't scar free obviously , the blonde had marks in areas small scratches persistent that few knew about.
still Ashley hadn't meant to but in her mind she was fearing the worst.
rationality had tucked itself into the back of her mind , at the possibility of not seeing her again. when Ashley had heard what had happened ( * when she was in the vicinity on a meeting cutting it short , not caring if it had been rude to do so. ) she had raced to the area .. a relief & embarrassment blooming in a rosey shade dusting cheeks when here they wore , sat in some corners , the first aid kit propped next Sherry leg. taking care of her when it should be Ashley doing so instead.
sherry shake her head , gentle eyes focused at the treatment. “ i’m not your normal friend. you won’t be able to do that “ . she admitted and reminded her if she ever knew that she was carrying a survivor genes.
she had told her about her new mission the location and few details. it was supposed to be simple building sweep for a case of bioweapons rumors. however there was explosion to bury everything down. death numbers announced. no names certain. sits next to her after close the box that she brought for her. sherry did not laugh neither made fun statement. eyes full of worry until she is out of here safely.
“ thank you for coming, but don’t risk yourself like this again. I’m sturdy you know? “ smirks as she brag. her body was covered with dirt and crimson dry. though no wound open. how many times has she felt pain that halt was unknown. “ do you think the bioweapons are done for ? or should i continue my search, but I should get you out first “
@agent-birkins
Malaise never registered as some out of place peculiarity. How could he not feel decades of wear and tear that settled in bones and muscles after a life in a constant state of survival? So when mornings became more of a dredge than normal, and a sickly weight sat in his lungs ― it registered as nothing more than a cold on a bad day. ― Then bad days persisted into weeks― and lavender smears turned black ―
' Leon― ! '
Its the distress coating his name in a quick gasp that brought to light to a growing mass. That body aches weren't simply a culmination of haunting wounds and age―nor bruises from usual culprits― something was very wrong.
One by one, tests turned up negative― all but one....and in that moment only him―
𝙲.𝚁𝚎𝚍𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚕𝚍: 𝚗𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎. 𝙲. 𝚁𝚎𝚍𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚕𝚍: 𝚗𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎. 𝙴.𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚜: 𝙿𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 ( 𝙳𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍 ) 𝙹. 𝚅𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚎: 𝚗𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎. 𝚁. 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚜: 𝚗𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝙷. 𝚁𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚣: 𝙿𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 ( 𝙳𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍 ) 𝙻.𝚂. 𝙺𝚎𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚍𝚢: 𝙿𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎
The roster was scattered. A tight list of positives with one common denominator. What little relief there was in short numbers― and despite the odds― Leon had to check. Had to be sure of one name caught up in that night with him 28 years ago.
Secure locks barely got a beep out before the agent coursed through door after door. Wasting little time as he breezed through a memorized path in a labyrinth of office doors and cubicles. He knew her door by heart. A frequent flyer if there ever was one― while it had saddened him at one time that she followed his stead; it was easily overshadowed by pride and a silver lining that he could see her more than he was allowed to in the last 20 years.
❝ Sherry. ❞
her brain wracked each night over the voyage thoughts of this sudden pulse pain. withdraw herself from checks up date, bought medic that normally helped this new constant experience. an adrenaline rush sign to avoid that sterile room. to avoid worrying them. for her luck days pass and she was still with two hands and legs. the only variable was her pills become more potents. her hide skills become even better as years pass by. could do more than just hiding herself somewhere.
she was swallowing a pill before the sudden call chocked her. cup almost drop with thud sound as she manages to lower it. soft coughs to clear water the right pipe. “ you could have knocked ?! i don’t remember there’s something i’ve missed with your reports checks “ yes , she knows he was upset by his gesture and urgency. what she did not know is the paper that lacked her name in it that he hold. assist him in his reports was something that she would do for him whenever he ask or rather complaints until she help. sometimes he got that childish side. however. today he felt different. checked over the papers again near her desk to spot his case of frown.
mother day
sherry choose this day to do something for Annette that’s not mourning. in this day she’d do things she wish to do with her or bring for her. a personal time where she live for the ghost memory of her mother but it is not sad day. this is to her a mental healing and necessary. to cope the loss and her lonesome. because she would always remember that her mother loved her and in this day she want to return this love back till her last breath. sherry cherish people and her parents are no different even if dead . She will also write messages for her on these days and would bury it somewhere. wherever she is and this day pass by.
others might worry for her in such days because it seems abnormal , but what’s even normal in her life ? she’s trying her best not to lose herself. so when others listen to her and not judge is something she appreciates.
She’d live the day for her
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑’𝐒 𝐔𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐘, 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍, gradually slipping from hands confronted with the merciless harshness of a cruel reality — and Claire couldn’t blame her for it.
She, too, felt herself precariously treading the edges of her own composure; nerves stretched too thin to withstand even the mildest of inconveniences nowadays. ❝ You’re right. ❞ With her admission slipped a quiet sigh from lips now parted, a breath that lingered upon them like something weary, almost defeated — resistance’s final surrender. ❝ You're right, Sherry, I— I’m sorry. ❞
It was nearly unbearable to face, the reality that revealed its cruel countenance: somewhere along the way, Claire had failed to protect Sherry from this sneaking, treacherous enemy that had come to claim them both. The older woman’s fingers withdrew from the agitated blonde, curling faintly before hovering aimlessly at her side once more; to blame her instinct to help, somehow.
❝ I wanted to protect you, but... you’re right. It’s pretty bad. ❞
she should stay composed , mad otherwise tears held for years from others would slip for first time. hearing her hero sounds defeated , helpless was the worst of this reality. sickly hands reach to hold hers again gentle. wavering breath. “ i’m sorry , I didn’t meant it that way, i just — don’t want to see you die too. it scares me more than death it self. “
gaze raise to meet the other proper to convey her feelings well . a reminder that now she is at her eye level “ it is my turn to protect you, however it is , i’ll do it. “ she wanted to be honest about her current condition but would claire stay still if knows the details? sherry knows she won’t. she was the one who sneaked back into the dead to secure a cure for her and would do it again. “ so let’s do it together. this time. i may not be present but i can assist you from behind the screen. “ grip solidified with another that extended to hug. head laid on shoulder. “ please don’t die on me “ . maybe what changed was sherry love and care that filled her soul for the older woman that she feared it loss more than her own. “ remember when i found the switch for the door ? this time i will find it too , I promise “
Will post about mother day and how sherry pass it each year later
⊹ . . . continued from here with @agent-birkins !
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐇 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐋 — one that lodged itself in the throat, indigestible even for those long accustomed to life’s unyielding harshness. ❝ Don’t worry about me, Sherry. Let’s focus on you for now, okay? ❞
Avoidance proved a flimsy shield; a way to postpone the inevitable, if only for a fleeting, blissful moment longer, yet still so easy to cling to with a heart swayed by the care and concern that had been fostered for twenty-eight whole years. Claire had no intention of adding to Sherry’s burden, given the perilousness of her current condition — whether her own body was beginning to fray became secondary in the face of Sherry’s struggle.
It seemed that night simply refused to let them go — its abhorrent claws sunk forevermore into their minds and bodies alike. ❝ So it really is connected to Raccoon City, huh? ❞ A scoff slipped past her lips, derogatory at the mere mention of it. ❝ Great. And here I thought people had already suffered enough because of it. ❞
sherry felt like nothing changed , nothing at all. she was that same twelve years who held the woman hand and tried to communicate for support. her worries words circle back to that same direction. lips bitten out of frustration. rebellious swift hand snap the elder woman away. sherry was not that incapable girl anymore. she was old , sick and everything that accumulated for years snaps.
“ no this is about you as well and i am worried ! i have always been worried ! But I swallowed it because i have trusted you. this time I can’t trust even you. this thing is killing us with no warning, it could be me , it could be you. Claire this is different. this….i want you to be honest with me. tell me what are your symptoms if any” the rough high tone sent too much pain to her brain. pushes through blackened organs that send coughs in return. eyes shut close to tolerate the immune attack. deep breaths attempting to stabilize her own worked cells. “ please “
✞ · @agent-birkins : / &. / one lyric starter call · taylor swift’s 'tis the damn season.
* “we could call it even, you could call me 'babe' for the weekend.”
there was never going to be even with helena. she would choose what she think it is everytime. sherry herself couldn’t truly even it. half pissed “ oh you mean — both call each other babe for the weekend ! “
raccoon city , a city torn to the ground ( * down to the very brick that once was someone home ; a buisness of another & those unknowing wiped out. ) she shifts to look , a peak into what had been found. " I haven't heard that in a while , talk about old ghosts. " Ada had buried it somewhere in the back of her mind, in the graze left behind by Annette bullet when it was taken out. a small splodge on the skin that weighed with memories of what transpired & how barely she had managed to make it out before it crumbled. " so they're looking for something too ? " an almost certainty she couldn't imagine the bsaa being involved for a mere sweep & look of the rubble.
there a pause in consideration of what the reaction would be before she nods. " for now , I'm sure we'll cross paths anyway. " an almost tradition for the two when stakes rang high ; one always seemed to find the other one way or the other , it was a surprise in the waiting. she wondered if leon had kept the makeup compact all this time ( * a parting gift left behind. )
a flicker of a smile of her own , something like that wouldn't be easy for Sherry. Ada was a ghost on files she was thorough with that, traces of her name wiped or specks of information that required quite the digging to find ( * ounces of connections unraveled in the years of the mercenary's involvement . ) " I'll be impressed, if you find anything. " a hint of amusement interlacing in tone , though she understands the need of reassurance , trust was a tricky word to align with ada even with the proof & acceptance of a team up. the worlds still ringing strange, team ups was a rarity but Sherry was correct that the more eyes the better. a more efficient way to cover more grounds & quicker too.
unaware that she was the second birkin encounter. already part of the ghost she mentioned. allow her to read the open files whilst fetched her cup to gulp a pill, ease the silent killing pain. a tired exhale “ it is odd , why would they be there in dead place. them in particular the war pursuit organization. something doesn’t sit right. but that enough lead since they are popular with infection spread “
not arguing the woman choice to be another secret mission. assume she knows leon better. with hint of uplift tone“ well , since i know you are not a ghost , count it for me to find stuff. “ ease the mention of the city that heave in her heart and mind. a deep breath. she wished to be there to assist Leon. a final look towards the woman. eye to eye for a minute of silence “ please take care of Leon” both were similar in many ways , the scars, the lonesome, the people who they care about. sherry felt she could at least depends on ada for this little selfish request. trust could come later if every reached. this trust wasn’t one sided ada had to do the same. but she knows that she is not hiding it about leon. after all the man himself never did. the one who should dream of zombies alone. had mentioned her name. “ maybe we could have a drink when it is all over ? for job well done “ back to her seat and screen as she spoke through the ear piece.
