Do What I Have To What I Need To To Survive

Indie Biohazard/Resident Evil Canon and OC Multimuse Sideblog

[andyouwillscream]

                                         Do What I Have To

                                           What I Need To

                                             To Survive

        Indie Biohazard/Resident Evil Canon and OC Multimuse Sideblog 

       Open to many fandoms and crossovers. Canon compliant, but timelines easily fudged where desired.

       This blog contains strong language, alcohol and tobacco use and explicit violence and gore and sexual content. If you’re too young to play the games, you might be too young to be on this blog. Proceed with caution             

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[prctctype]

"this is what you wanted, isn’t it?” (from Senka, andyouwillscream)

" You don't know anything about me."

Zeno's voice was too calm, too collected, too even. The way his eyes seemed to pierce through his darkened lenses made him all the more eerie.

" I may look like someone you may have known of, but I am my own person. So don't assume you know or understand me in any way."

@andyouwillscream

[andyouwillscream]

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Zeno's body was still prone even as the wheezing slowly started growing stronger. Heartbeat monitors were hooked up to his torso as the Mold kept slowly stitching the pieces back together. There was a sickening crack and squelch as the bones sealed together and the muscle began to repair itself. The flesh knitted together but a scar was left from the trauma of the head and body being separated. A permanent reminder for Zeno that he couldn't escape, even with the mold repairing the massive damage. His eyes slowly opened as his breathing grew more regular. His heart slowly adjusting back to a regular rhythm. He looked so out of it, confused.....like he didn't know who or where he was....

She took shallow breaths as the noises of flesh and bone coming together grew louder. And yet among all that din was another breath, one more even than her own. A thumping accompanying the softer breath... like drums with softly, humming stringed instruments. He was alive... and she had passed a test she had not seen coming. As many worthwhile tests in life often are she had found. She hadn't given into her hunger and her faith she believed had saved her, Zeno and everyone else in the room... whether or not that was the truth of the matter was anyoone's guess.

Her attention turned to Zeno, noting how confused he looked. She stood up to get a better look at him. Her mutations shrunk and faded back into her body as relief flooded her mind. She wanted to talk to him, tell him how happy she was that he had survived, to ask so many questions. But she knew that the scientists wouldn't allow that, not before they had time to run their tests and make sure Zeno would stay among the living. To make sure the Connections' investment wasn't wasted. She would show patience as she had before. For everyone's sake.

[prctctype]

"this is what you wanted, isn’t it?” (from Senka, andyouwillscream)

" You don't know anything about me."

Zeno's voice was too calm, too collected, too even. The way his eyes seemed to pierce through his darkened lenses made him all the more eerie.

" I may look like someone you may have known of, but I am my own person. So don't assume you know or understand me in any way."

@andyouwillscream

[andyouwillscream]

prctctype

Whatever Senka was feeling was of little concern to the scientists. They were already bringing in various equipment as they removed the tattered remnants of Zeno's clothes off his dismembered body. They even cut through his beloved black coat, the only thing he had left of his lonely childhood inside the Connections' facilities. The equipment brought in were the things used to repair wounds, a neck brace of some kind....and then what looked like vials of something that wasn't recognizable. Something that moved on its own as it was brought in to the body now being prepared for an operation. Zeno's head was brought in towards the clean cut as the vials were opened. A needle took the fluid and injected it directing into the major blood vessels. And like a disgusting spider weaving a web, the tissues started reacting, bringing head and neck together as flesh and bone were resealed by something that was unnatural and gruesome. Mold......but a different kind of mold. One more closely related to the lycanthropic variant than the one held by the Dimetrescu family. Mold was being used to bring back Zeno.

Senka contiuned to watch the operation, unsure at first what they were doing with the needle until she spotted the writhing within. It was something alive, she was sure of it. Her certainty was proven further as she witnessed the severed parts pulling themselves together,weaving together what had been torn asunder. A scent hung in the air, musty and unpleasant to most. Like a damp basement. To Senka, it was not terrible and that was far more terrible. At the base of one of the cocktail of viruses within her lay one that had come from the bodies of queen ants. An insect with a taste for fungi. The insect had already smelled meat and now it had found a man-shaped truffle. The insect was hungry...

Senka gasped in disgust at realizing her reaction to the Mold. She shrunk into the shadows, covering her face and clawing slightly at her skin. Self hatred gnawed at her. The hybrid virus had been a blessing for so long with so few downsides. but now when she wanted to stand by someone who she felt needed someone there when he woke up, she feared she might have to leave Zeno to the cold awakening provided by the uncaring scientists. She fought the urges, determined that they would not win in that moment. She might not win every time, but she was determined that the hunger and rage would find another target.

[prctctype]

The Connections cared not for emotions, but the reaction she had to the Mold being introduced was noted by several individuals in the group watching the activity.

Either this could be a problem in the future....or a way of killing two birds with one stone.

Meanwhile, the mold was applied to the wound as electrodes were strapped to Zeno's severed head. Wires connected the electrodes to a battery of some kind and when it was activated...it was horrifying. The head was being shocked as the mold was triggered into reacting with the sudden explosion of electrical current.

The mold was causing tissue and bone to reconnect and a wheeze of air echoed as the lungs were able to start expanding with the sudden influx of air.

[andyouwillscream]

Small sparks crackled from the cuts Senka had dug into herself and her anxious sweat was turning to steam. She knew if she couldn't calm down, she'd become a fire hazrd. One she knew would quickly burn out of control with rubbing alcohol and other flammable chemicals around. She pulled her claws away from her face, giving the wounds time to heal. She stood in thought for a moment, trying to figure out how to focus her emotions.

Two thoughts came to mind: singing or prayer. both she had found to be helpful, even if her relationship to her faith had become complicated over time. Song seemed like it would be too distracting for such delicate work around her, so she settled on quiet prayer. She bowed her head and began whsipering common prayers she knew in her native tongue. She kept repeating them to herself until her attention was drawn with a gasp at the wheezing sound. Was he breathing? Her own breath was held for fear of missing any other important signs of life.

[rp-starters-ask-box-fillers]

Send “🎵“ and I’ll reply with a song that’s related to my muse and I’ll explain why

I might analyze the lyrics telling you why it’s so fitting for my character or maybe just tell what aspects of the song make me think of my muse

[andyouwillscream]

i'm kind of hoping that the Code Veronica remake will give us some more info on the H.C.F. since we know so little about them:

Why did Wesker get involved with them and then dip for Tricell?

Why did they go for such a blatant attack on an Umbrella facility when Umbrella still held a lot of power at that time?

Why do their paramilitary officers have dynamite strapped to their chests like suicide bombers by way of Looney Tunes?

And that doesn't even go into the questions I have for the post Umbrella years with their ties to the Connections, but those are questions for another game.

Even if they don't do anything with cutscenes, I'm hoping for files to read.

Anything so that I can potentially not do all the hard work of fleshing out this vague organization! XD

[rpmemegraveyard]

headcanons, volume one.

a series of randomly assorted headcanon questions for character development. feel free to adjust or expand on any questions when sending and specify muse if you're sending to a multi.

☕ : how does your muse take their coffee or tea? what does their average coffee shop order look like? 🌨️ : how does your muse react to snow? do they want to stay huddled up inside where it's warm, or do they want to go out and play in it? 💝 : what is your muse's love language? how do they usually convey it? ⚖️ : does your muse trust their own judgement? what kind of situations would cause them to freeze up with indecision? 🧺 : what life skill was the hardest for your muse to learn once they were out on their own? 🍸 : does your muse drink alcohol? if so, what kind and how often? if not, why? 💪 : describe your muse's body language, how do they tend to stand idly, what do they do when they're bored, etc. 🎨 : what is your muse's favorite art medium to use? what do they do with it? 🔋 : how does your muse like to recharge, physically, mentally or spiritually? 🐉 : if your muse could be any mythical or supernatural being, which do you think they would be and why? 👻 : if your muse could live the life of anyone else for a day, who would they choose? what would they hope to learn about this person? 🩰 : does your muse know how to dance? do they learn routines, or do they improvise? what styles of dance do they prefer? 💎 : if you could describe your muse as any gemstone or mineral, which would they be and why? 🧨 : does your muse have attention seeking tendencies? how far are they willing to go to get it? ⚽ : does your muse have any favorite sports? do they play any sports, or do they just spectate? 🐈 : is your muse conscious of online trends and memes? 🥀 : describe a time in your muse's life where they were dishonest, either with themselves, or others. 💸 : what is the most valuable thing your muse has ever broken? 💍 : does your muse carry any good luck charms or other memorable trinkets? what makes this item significant to them? 🤝 : what does loyalty mean to your muse? 🏹 : does your muse know how to use any weapons? which ones? what is the most unconventional item that your muse has ever armed themselves with? 🫗 : what would it take for your muse to lose their appetite? 🎁 : how does your muse respond when they don't like a gift they've received? 🌌 : would your muse rather explore outer space or the deep sea? why? would they be afraid of either or both of these places for any reason? 🎥 : does your muse know any movies or books by heart? which ones? why do they like them so much?

[andyouwillscream]

Every Resident Evil game except 3/3Make:

[prctctype]

"this is what you wanted, isn’t it?” (from Senka, andyouwillscream)

" You don't know anything about me."

Zeno's voice was too calm, too collected, too even. The way his eyes seemed to pierce through his darkened lenses made him all the more eerie.

" I may look like someone you may have known of, but I am my own person. So don't assume you know or understand me in any way."

@andyouwillscream

[andyouwillscream]

prctctype

Whatever Senka was feeling was of little concern to the scientists. They were already bringing in various equipment as they removed the tattered remnants of Zeno's clothes off his dismembered body. They even cut through his beloved black coat, the only thing he had left of his lonely childhood inside the Connections' facilities. The equipment brought in were the things used to repair wounds, a neck brace of some kind....and then what looked like vials of something that wasn't recognizable. Something that moved on its own as it was brought in to the body now being prepared for an operation. Zeno's head was brought in towards the clean cut as the vials were opened. A needle took the fluid and injected it directing into the major blood vessels. And like a disgusting spider weaving a web, the tissues started reacting, bringing head and neck together as flesh and bone were resealed by something that was unnatural and gruesome. Mold......but a different kind of mold. One more closely related to the lycanthropic variant than the one held by the Dimetrescu family. Mold was being used to bring back Zeno.

Senka contiuned to watch the operation, unsure at first what they were doing with the needle until she spotted the writhing within. It was something alive, she was sure of it. Her certainty was proven further as she witnessed the severed parts pulling themselves together,weaving together what had been torn asunder. A scent hung in the air, musty and unpleasant to most. Like a damp basement. To Senka, it was not terrible and that was far more terrible. At the base of one of the cocktail of viruses within her lay one that had come from the bodies of queen ants. An insect with a taste for fungi. The insect had already smelled meat and now it had found a man-shaped truffle. The insect was hungry...

Senka gasped in disgust at realizing her reaction to the Mold. She shrunk into the shadows, covering her face and clawing slightly at her skin. Self hatred gnawed at her. The hybrid virus had been a blessing for so long with so few downsides. but now when she wanted to stand by someone who she felt needed someone there when he woke up, she feared she might have to leave Zeno to the cold awakening provided by the uncaring scientists. She fought the urges, determined that they would not win in that moment. She might not win every time, but she was determined that the hunger and rage would find another target.

[prctctype]

"this is what you wanted, isn’t it?” (from Senka, andyouwillscream)

" You don't know anything about me."

Zeno's voice was too calm, too collected, too even. The way his eyes seemed to pierce through his darkened lenses made him all the more eerie.

" I may look like someone you may have known of, but I am my own person. So don't assume you know or understand me in any way."

@andyouwillscream

[prctctype]

It was a sight that would make any sane human distraught, but nobody on the science team seemed to care. Zeno was an investment, a BOW worth a considerable amount of money....or at least had been.

The sheet was pulled away to show Zeno's body. His head separated from his body, his expression way too calm for having endured such a violent end.

But there were signs that his death had been traumatic beyond the actual decapitation. His suit was soaked in his own blood, the cut too clean and neat. Too even....as if a suddenly slash had ended Zeno before he could fight back.

Zeno's parts had been retrieved after the Ark had been destroyed and Victor Gideon had been gunned down while in the throws of an out-of-control Nemesis type final stage mutation.

The scientists were removing his clothing, taking samples and already looking at Zeno's body, silently holding up the parts of him and quietly muttering about 'fixing property.'

[andyouwillscream]

Senka's clawed hand moved to cover her mouth in shock. She had seen corpses before: torn to shreds, half eaten, but this was something else. A clean decapitation, like something made by a butcher lopping the head off a calf or other livestock or a surgeon's blade on a much larger scale. It was horrific anyway she looked at it.

Her eyes moved to look at his expression The same stoicism she had seen while talking to him, with none of signs of life. She wanted to go over, shut the eyes and mouth. She was grateful when a scientist did it for her, even if she knew it was likely to protect any further loss of fluids.

Her face flushed as each piece of clothing was removed. Part of her thought she should look away, as if modesty mattered to a dead man. But her curiosity was stronger, wanting to see what they intended to do with his remains. In her mind, this was a wake: either they would find a way to bring him back or she would be there to say goodbye. She figured that he deserved that much as no one else would acknowledge him as more than the sum of his parts.

[raesource]

headcanon questions

if you are sending to a multi-muse, remember to specify the muse that the questions are being sent for . feel free to edit these as you see fit .

🌟 What’s something small they did as a child that hinted at who they’d become?

❤️ Who is the one person they’d drop everything for, no questions asked?

💔 What’s the one wound (physical / emotional) they’ll never fully recover from?

🗡️ What’s their “I’ve killed for less” trigger?

☀️ What’s their happiest childhood memory?

🌧️ What kind of weather matches their soul?

🍽️ What meal do they cook when they need to feel like themselves again?

🎶 What song instantly makes them emotional & why?

🌙 Do they sleep peacefully / fight nightmares every night?

🔒 What’s a secret they’ll take to their grave?

🪞 What do they secretly hate about their own appearance?

💪 What random skill are they weirdly proud of?

👶 Baby picture of them - what’s the most embarrassing thing about it?

🏠 Describe their home when no one’s watching—messy, spotless, chaotic cozy?

😭 What always makes them cry, even if they hate admitting it?

😂 What’s the dumbest thing they’ve ever laughed at for way too long?

🧸 Do they still have a childhood comfort object? Where is it now?

✏️ What nickname do they secretly love being called?

⚔️ How do they act when they’re furious but have to stay polite?

🩸 What’s the worst injury they’ve ever had & the story behind it?

🕊️ What would instantly calm them down in a panic attack?

🔥 What’s something they’d burn the world down to protect?

🌹 What scent reminds them of the person they loved/love most?

🪥 What’s their most oddly specific daily routine?

💔 What’s the one apology they’re still waiting for that’ll never come?

🃏 Are they the type to forgive / hold a grudge until the end of the universe?

🌌 What’s their biggest “what if” that keeps them up at night?

🦋 What was their “I’m not a kid anymore” moment?

🎭 Do they wear a mask in public? What’s the real them like underneath?

🧳 If they had to leave home forever with only one bag, what do they pack?

🌑 What’s the darkest thought they’ve ever had about themselves?

☕ What’s their comfort drink?

🖤 What’s a “villain” trait they actually possess?

🤝 Who is the one person they never want to disappoint?

🎁 What gift would utterly destroy them (in a good / bad way)?

🩹 How do they react when someone they love is hurt?

🌅 Are they a sunrise / sunset person - what do they think about while looking at their favorite?

🧣 What texture/clothing item makes them feel safe?

🦉 What piece of advice do they give everyone but never follow themselves?

🔪 What’s the most violent thing they’ve ever done for love / survival?

🦋 What seemingly insignificant memory do they cherish the most?

🌹 What is their love language & how badly do they need it right now?

🪨 What’s the hardest choice they’ve ever made?

🧋 What food/drink do they hate that everyone else loves?

🕰️ If they could relive one day of their life, which would it be?

👑 In their own story, are they the hero / villain / someone else entirely?

🌡️ What temperature do they keep their home at & why?

🧸 What would their younger self think of them now?

💌 What’s the letter / text they’ll never send?

⚰️ What do they want written on their gravestone / what do they want people to remember them for?

[prctctype]

"You seem like a man who has more on his mind than being stuck in a cell for the rest of his days." A male security guard mentioned casually, bringing in a plate of food for the blonde prisoner. The guard's eyes watched for signs of aggression or interest, the female intelligence behind them gauging the situation and its possible outcomes.

Irene imagined that he didn't get a whole lot of people talking to him, at least not ones who weren't attempting study or interrogation. She had something much more worthwhile in mind she believed, but that would depend on his response.

(@andyouwillscream Irene's scheming and hoping to drag Zeno along for the ride, if she can convince him XD)

Zeno would ignore the food. He always did. The clone since he was revived and locked away in a prison had been wasting away. Everything he had worked so much for, all that time and money.....wasted.

The Connections had only valued him for his powers....remove those and he was just a wasted asset. And now.....here he was. Locked away like some kind of animal, waiting for time to finish the job.

Though a woman was a strange sight and Zeno did watch her warily. He didn't exactly trust anyone going near his cage....

[andyouwillscream]

The half-face guard looked over the emaciated man, how weak and sickly he looked. Far from the perfect specimen of a clone she had read about in the various stolen files she had acquired. But she of all people knew appearances were often deceiving. The food was placed down and forgotten as Irene scanned the area for any onlookers. The computer virus she had uploaded would keep the facility busy trying to get the security systems back up, but it was important to avoid taking chances. Assumptions could get them both locked away or worse. She turned to face Zeno, letting him see her real face.

"You've been a difficult man to find, Mr. Zeno. Difficult enough to infiltrate a high security government facility for. I've taken the liberty of distracting your jailers long enough for us to talk. I believe we have mutual intertests to discuss and I wanted to give us enough time to do so."

[prctctype]

"this is what you wanted, isn’t it?” (from Senka, andyouwillscream)

" You don't know anything about me."

Zeno's voice was too calm, too collected, too even. The way his eyes seemed to pierce through his darkened lenses made him all the more eerie.

" I may look like someone you may have known of, but I am my own person. So don't assume you know or understand me in any way."

@andyouwillscream

[prctctype]

It was easy for her to say. The leash on the Connections' personnel was nothing compared to the chains he was carrying around on his shoulders.

At the mention of suppressing the virus, his shoulders stiffened considerably. The faintest echo of a weakness in those eerie glowing eyes even behind the sunglassed lenses.

" I don't want to be inhibited. I...I don't want to be cured. I want to get stronger, not....not weaker."

That was why he fought so hard to find Elpis. Why he was so unwilling to open up to people around him. He was terrified of being weak.

Zeno watched as Senka was ordered away, offering her captain a nod in return. His attempt to dissuade any thoughts that he would intentionally hurt Senka.

Zeno was......left in a mid-point. He was determined to go through with Elpis no matter what. But what did she mean about moving away to someplace that didn't know his face?

Everyone knew his face. Everyone....

[andyouwillscream]

Senka had heard Zeno's last words to her. Again, he had misunderstood her, but there was no time to clarify as she moved down the hall. Her captain soon caught up with her, explaining why he had pulled her away, explaining that she and Zeno were being watched and that what he was involved with could put her and the rest of their unit at risk if the Connections found them to be a liability. It was no secret that other H.C.F. units held no love for them, whether it was jealousy over their mission track records or simple prejudice against the two mutant members. Either way, they would find no support should they fall out of favor.

He hadn't said anything about the little signs of a crush he had seen her developing. He told Zeno all he needed to say and he knew it had only been because she had met a handsome man she a few small things in common with, but he also knew she was far too shy to say anything. It had all been preventative measures on his part to keep everyone safe.

Still, Senka dreamed of a day when she didn't have to bow to the whims of those who saw people like her and Zeno as tools, that they could choose what to do with their abilities. Part of her knew that was naive, but what else was there? Being mindless slaves? Repeating the same mistakes as before? She for one refused to believe there wasn't something better. She truly did hope that Zeno found something that would allow him more control over his life. To shift the balance of power and maybe she and her unit would have at least one ally in whatever came next.

Oh, how wrong she was...

[prctctype]

As much as Zeno wanted to escape living like a pampered pet under someone's heel, he had been programmed and conditioned to obey without question. The Connections had been determined to snuff out the aggressive independence in Albert Wesker with their own version of him.

Zeno's whole life was dictated under being a replica of Wesker, being a subpar imitation.....and he struggled constantly to prove that we was worth the investments put in to making him. And Elpis was going to be his key to finally showing his creators that he was worth it...that he was the better of the two.

Unfortunately.....Elpis was never the weapon Zeno had hoped and believed it would be. And the cost of that mistake was beyond horrific as his body lay in pieces on a gurney.

His head torn off, his pristine white suit ruined by a geyser of blood from his stump of a neck. His body had been retrieved, too valuable to just leave for the BSAA dogs to desecrate. But also for another purpose.....to revive Zeno and "fix" his Wesker flaws, having shown how much of a failed experiment he had been if he could be do easily killed.

Zeno's head had lost his black marks, instead looking like half his face had been burned from the gnarly scars stretched across it. His black eyes had turned into a stormy blue grey.

He had died the one thing he feared and loathed more than anything.....a worthless human.

[andyouwillscream]

Senka had overheard how badly the mission had gone from snippets of conversation among the scientists and the men and women in suits... a complete disaster with the loss of the ARK facility, the discovery of the desired Elpis would have devestating consequences for the Connections' continued business dealings, a scientist who was already costing them money either dead or missing and worst of all, the loss of another asset they had poured into... none of that mattered to her, only the news that Zeno had been killed in the disaster. Her heart had stopped for a moment and her face went pale at the news.

Her unit members tried to comfort her and remind her that she had only just met him. That death was common in their line of work and that even for mutants, that did not make them immune through battle or circumstances. None of that matter in the moment. There was one less person like her in the world and a loss was a loss.

She wanted to go see his remains, see the physical evidence so she could begin grieving if he truly were dead. But she knew that death was not always permenet among their kind and if there was any hope, she wanted to be there when he woke up. There were guards and scientists milling aout in the medical bay, like panicked ants in a colony in chaos, she thought. She moved with purpose, pushing her way through until her way was blocked, a guard saying she could go no further. Her eyes changed, the sclera turning a sickly yellow with reddish veins, the iris turning a silvery white and the pupils widening, the faceted nature of them now shining in the bright lights. Her eyes now resembled that of a deep sea fish or insect, either way the guard was caught unawares as aclawed hand pushed him against the wall. Her expression and voice held a cold fury as she spoke. "Let... me... through. The guard nodded and she let go, moving forward through the remaining throngs to follow the bloody gurney that held familiar blacks and whites.

[andyouwillscream]

Irene was smoking and drinking HARD while trying to find a cure for her virus/hiding from Umbrella:

"You probably wouldn't be surprised at how many 'functioning' alcholics there were in the whole corporation, let alone my place of work."

[prctctype]

"this is what you wanted, isn’t it?” (from Senka, andyouwillscream)

" You don't know anything about me."

Zeno's voice was too calm, too collected, too even. The way his eyes seemed to pierce through his darkened lenses made him all the more eerie.

" I may look like someone you may have known of, but I am my own person. So don't assume you know or understand me in any way."

@andyouwillscream

[prctctype]

It was easy for her to say. The leash on the Connections' personnel was nothing compared to the chains he was carrying around on his shoulders.

At the mention of suppressing the virus, his shoulders stiffened considerably. The faintest echo of a weakness in those eerie glowing eyes even behind the sunglassed lenses.

" I don't want to be inhibited. I...I don't want to be cured. I want to get stronger, not....not weaker."

That was why he fought so hard to find Elpis. Why he was so unwilling to open up to people around him. He was terrified of being weak.

Zeno watched as Senka was ordered away, offering her captain a nod in return. His attempt to dissuade any thoughts that he would intentionally hurt Senka.

Zeno was......left in a mid-point. He was determined to go through with Elpis no matter what. But what did she mean about moving away to someplace that didn't know his face?

Everyone knew his face. Everyone....

[andyouwillscream]

Senka had heard Zeno's last words to her. Again, he had misunderstood her, but there was no time to clarify as she moved down the hall. Her captain soon caught up with her, explaining why he had pulled her away, explaining that she and Zeno were being watched and that what he was involved with could put her and the rest of their unit at risk if the Connections found them to be a liability. It was no secret that other H.C.F. units held no love for them, whether it was jealousy over their mission track records or simple prejudice against the two mutant members. Either way, they would find no support should they fall out of favor.

He hadn't said anything about the little signs of a crush he had seen her developing. He told Zeno all he needed to say and he knew it had only been because she had met a handsome man she a few small things in common with, but he also knew she was far too shy to say anything. It had all been preventative measures on his part to keep everyone safe.

Still, Senka dreamed of a day when she didn't have to bow to the whims of those who saw people like her and Zeno as tools, that they could choose what to do with their abilities. Part of her knew that was naive, but what else was there? Being mindless slaves? Repeating the same mistakes as before? She for one refused to believe there wasn't something better. She truly did hope that Zeno found something that would allow him more control over his life. To shift the balance of power and maybe she and her unit would have at least one ally in whatever came next.

Oh, how wrong she was...

[andyouwillscream]

Umbrella scientists: You either die a goopy mess or live long enough to go through your goth/bondage era before dying a goopy mess.

[andyouwillscream]

People trying to pronounce Senka's given name has had some interesting results.

[andyouwillscream]

Was anybody going to tell me that Leon was Italian-American or was I supposed to learn that from a video speculating on which RE guys are circumcised or not myself?

No, seriously, I had to go look it up on the wiki after hearing that and sure enough, an old reference/art book called CAPCOM design WORKS confirmed this:

Take the translation with a grain of salt as well as the fact that the art was from the Resident Evil 1.5 era of production before stuff was settled, but until Capcom says otherwise, the ethnicity stands. I don't know about the dog, but I'd like to think he got a service dog somewhere along the way. Poor guy deserves the help and comfort.

The video is hilarious by the way and informative regarding trends in various countries over several decades. It actually includes a lot of characters you might not think about (or want to for that matter). Though I do think Zeno and Victor Gideon got done dirty, but that's mostly due to a misunderstanding about their nature.

Yes, Zeno is a clone of Wesker, but presumably that would mean he has the same equipment the O.G. had:

Victor meanwhile wasn't a Nemesis in the created Tyrant sense so much as a normal dude who got a variation on a Nemesis parasite put in him in his forties or so (possibly earlier) by the looks of the photo Leon finds:

Anyway Zeno and Victor are pretty clearly packing:

I don't really have a good way to close this out or a point to any of this. I have IBS and needed to pass the time until I felt better. The crossroads of a rabbit hole for character lore, Google Translate and way too much screenshotting of Wesker dick or Sinday seemed like as good a way to kill a few hours as any.