Luis Serra

RP Blog for Luis Serra from RE4

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"People can change, right?"

Roleplay Blog of Luis Serra from Resident Evil 4, Remake based

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Wesker eyed the tray on the table where the broken vial was. Great, more exposure. He really should have put that away into a sharps disposal. The egg was going to be absolutely miniscule, but luring it out was not a good idea. It was an egg, not a sentient creature that would end up attempting to suckle it's mother's teat.

There may have been two doctors inside this laboratory, but there was only one genius. Luis was not it.

"Expose another biohazard to the air, as well as us, whilst one is already missing...? Not the route I'd take," he noted coolly, lifting his sunglasses up and sitting them onto his head. If he was going to find this damned egg, then he needed to see properly.

He reached over and opened a drawer, searching for one of the small torches that they might have, and found one under a few cards and other pieces of stationary.

He was careful of where he was putting his feet, but to be honest, there was no telling if they'd already crushed the specimen. "If it wanted flesh at this stage, then it has two exceptional offerings in the both of us. Live flesh would be far more nutritious than dead. Now--theoretically--if it was attracted to our scent, how long have you been in here by yourself searching for this specimen?" Could Luis possibly be infected? That's what Albert was asking.

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Luis felt a bit foolish as Wesker so quickly dismissed his ideas. He really didn’t want to look like a total amateur in front of him - but man, Wesker wasn’t exactly making it easy. Maybe even a little too hard. Surely, he couldn’t be the first person in here to accidentally “lose a sample", right?

While checking under another desk and a drawer, Luis listened to Wesker without sparing him more than a fleeting glance.

He had taken off his sunglasses. That meant things were serious. Usually Wesker always wore them. Always. Without them, he seemed like a completely different person. Strange.

“Hmm… maybe 10 minutes? 15?” Luis speculated, before his brain registered what Albert had actually asked.

His head snapped up immediately - like a shark surfacing between the desks - and he shot Wesker an offended look.

“Hey! It’s not inside me!”

…did he have proof of that? No. Could it be?

Uhm…

Luis clutched the back of his neck, as if he could feel something latching onto his spine right there. Then he shook his head.

“I would’ve noticed! It causes symptoms. Dark veins… especially in the whites of the eyes… slight dizziness… uncontrolled movements…”

Joder.

Luis narrowed his eyes even further as he looked at Wesker again. He hesitated, then sprang up and stepped toward the other man. He really didn’t want the Plagas inside him - and if he did have them, he’d rather notice early so he could simply have them removed.

“Check my eyes!”

[skelesass]

give bro brown contacts, please: a quick sketch

[leonkennedy9642]

Leon is sceptical that everything is fine. So much so that he simply gives Luis a flat look that begs the question 'really?' Then he doubles down. With a smile, no less. He's optimistic. He's promising things to him that he cannot actually promise, because the alternative would leave Luis alone on his ship. Again.

He catches the pouch and looks. He doesn't know what he expects. Medicine, maybe. But the sight of cookies get a scoff from him. "You're giving me too much." Leon cautions, though he pulls out the small calorie bomb treats to snack on. "Well, I guess you are giving me fuel so I don't sleep another 18 hours..." He's reasoning his own gluttony. It has been so long since he simply snacked to snack.

He listens and he watches. Luis doesn't seem to think that the hours Leon spent in that blood could drastically change him. The hallucinations sure fucked him up. The burns along his arms were scales in that wild state of mind. He forces himself not to look down. If he sees a scale, or worse, some sprouting leaf, he might just take himself to the airlock and make a fantastic exit.

"My back?" Leon half-squints. That... hadn't been mentioned to him. The squint deepens and he hauls off the shirt Luis gave to him, turning and looking, as though he could peer over his own shoulders and through his own bandages. Of course he can't see anything. He's just flexing around like a fool.

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He didn’t give him too much. Never too much. Luis didn’t even react to Leon’s objection, he just kept smiling. Fortunately, Leon didn’t press the issue of the cookies any further.

He only lost his composure when he realized Luis was serious about his back.

Luis watches as the other man undresses and twists and turns - a futile attempt to look at his own back. He… well, maybe he looks a little longer than necessary. Because, aside from the scars and strange markings, Leon has a very fine physique.

So Luis sits there, sipping his drink and watching Leon’s muscles tense and relax for a good minute. Man, saving this guy was definitely worth it. That view definitely was worth four tons of Astrophage fuel. Easily.

But of course, Luis genuinely cares about Leon, too. Eventually, he stands up.

“Oye… come.”, he says, simply grabbing Leon by the wrist and leading him back to the infirmary. “I’ll show you with a mirror.”

He has Leon sit down and keeps Armando at bay for the moment while carefully removing the bandages. The wounds… honestly, they look better. The bruises have changed color; the aggressive dark red has given way to a softer pink. And the scars themselves… well.

Luis steps back, picks up one of the mirrors, and holds it at an angle so Leon can see his own back in it.

[skelesass]

oh hey i forgot about this too

[govrnsword]

The mans face blanched. Unable to find the words. Not when tender wounds were exposed so unexpectedly and soddened with the stinging aftermath that came for men like him . The reflexive urge to drop his hand was inexplicably severed before the neuron could fire and kept the man tethered to the boy.

Sure, Children were intuitive but this didn't register as blind intuition ── The child plucked a raw nerve with a direct prod and conjured a scene Leon didn't want to confront himself, not when the loss was still fresh, and was all the more harder to dismiss when spoken from the voice of a child left behind because of it. But ── what if ? Would he have actually stopped drinking for his own kid ? It wasn't as if he liked it ── however a well adjusted adults ' like ' stopped at one or two glasses, and with a preferred taste. But Leon never stopped at two ── and loose gas station receipts were evidence enough that taste wasn't an obstruction either. Unlike well adjusted adults ── He drank to drown out the culmination of decades of guilt and grief. ❝ Sometimes . . . people carry pain you and I can't see . . . and sometimes it gets too heavy . . . ❞

Leon forcibly swallowed, Misconstruing oncoming nausea at the base of his throat with the phantom sensation of an NG tube, eyes taking to the rubble beneath them to reset. Cold air burning lungs as he inhaled , Leon lifted his head summoning the strength to face the kid. ❝ I'm sure your Father wanted to be here with you. ❞

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“Hmm…”

The boy seemed to be thinking about Leon’s words. About an invisible pain that becomes too heavy to bear. Something like that. It was true; Luis knew it. He knew that feeling himself… well, not exactly at this age. But he would have known it in his later life and traces of that still clung to him as he was now.

“Do you carry a pain like that around with you, too?” he asked, looking up at the adult. Leon seemed to be fighting with himself. That was… good. Luis knew that, too. That was why he was here. To help Leon fight battles he couldn’t face or win on his own.

Give us a little push, eh, Sancho?

An echo from long ago - one that surely now rested atop Leon’s mountain of pain.

Yet Leon tried to comfort him. That made the boy smile - as if Leon’s words were somehow amusing. A slight tug on Leon’s hand as the boy took a small step forward. Good. They were on the right path.

“How do you know that? Are you a father, too? Would you rather be with your child than… like this?”

[sanctusinhope]

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Part of her leans back from his initial response. It almost sounded he was offended, while on the other hand his body language picked up the logic in her questions. A contradiction Grace can't seem to understand in the moment.

And of course she knows the other DSO agent can handle it just fine! Did he think it would be more beneficial to be with her instead in his own risk assessment?

There's a look of dread in her eyes as they avoided Luis's gaze. He chose to be with Grace, to keep her safe and help get her out. But this has played out before. She knows how this will end, and it will be her fault; again.

"But...B-But..." Grace struggled to get her words together as those thoughts filled her head and gripped a part of her shirt. Doesn't he realize that he's practically signed his own death sentence just by choosing to be with her?!

"You'll....You'll die...I just know it...because of me..."

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Okay.

Something was going on in her head that had nothing to do with here. Luis knew that behaviour when he saw hints of it. Something was gnawing at her soul, past experiences, memories that haunted her. He just didn’t know what exactly.

Because from the outside looking in, it seemed like she was overestimating this.

Still, Luis wore an easy smile. To reassure her, to calm her.

“Oye, señorita… you give me that little credit in being able to defend you and myself at once?”

 Though Luis sighed then, looking around to make sure they were safe before he dropped his tone a little.

“Now… what has you so sure about that? Anything I need to know?”

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Also, one day, when I have enough of free time and chill, I will finally write down about how out-of-his-mind and scared and downbeaten Luis really must have been when he ran from Umbrella straight back to backwater Valdelobos.

To avoid getting caught in 1998, that is a giant move for someone who loved modern times and science and techology like he did.

He had to face a whole village who still remembered him - and whom he could never be sure about who quietly supported the burning of his home and grandfather and who did not.

That does a number on you. And I bet Saddler smartly offered a kind of "refuge" or seeming "safety" from that to make Luis DO THe SAME FUCKING MISTAKE AGAIN THAT HE JUST FLED FROM.

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If Luis asked for a smoke... which of your muses here would actually give him a cigarette?

And who would hand him a gum instead?

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Me, currently debating between each reply, whether I should use more ; or remain with splitting things up into more sentences.

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「PULL 」 : for Leon to pull Luis into his lap.

Human contact was everything. And it was even more to someone as touch-starved as Luis was. The past months on the Hail Mary all by himself had slowly drained him. How often had he laid in his sleeping pod, arms wrapped tight around himself and pretended in his head it was someone else?

Was that pathetic? Maybe he was pathetic…

But then again, with Leon around now, these cravings slowly got fulfilled. Luis had leveraged hugs from Leon. Arms slung around him in happy celebrations. Affirmations. Caring for his wounds. Lying next to each other and just talking beneath an endless sky full of stars. Turning towards him and touching his face gently. Stroking fingers through blond strands. Holding onto him…

That all seemed to fuel Luis’ heart and soul.

But now… this is different.

Luis makes a little surprised noise when he is pulled into Leon’s lap. It is a strange feeling, with gravity non-existent. And part of Luis first believes in an accident.

Then there is the worry. Luis’ eyes travel over Leon’s face, searching for any hurt or pain. For Leon to seek him out like this… it is… well… it is beyond a normal hug, too… or?

Luis’ throat feels dry. He swallows. He isn’t stupid. There is a tension to this kind of pull. But… Leon also is someone, who is so reluctant to all physical touch. As if it burns him. He… does he even know in which way he could push this? Or is this something Luis shouldn’t load onto him? Maybe… it was unfair. Leon was too wounded for this… he shouldn’t take advantage…

Luis’ hands come up for his fingertips to trace along Leon’s jaw, up to his temples, then sink into his hair, draw an arch there… and then Luis leans forward and simply embraces Leon. Innocently. Tilting his head and lying it onto Leon’s shoulder, holding onto him as if he was comforting him still.

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There's a hissed breath as the blackout hood is removed unceremoniously. Claire's face is immediately recognisable even as she squints out and attempts to regain her own bearings. She searches for Luis' face in the room but it's only her being held captive here.

"Where is Doctor Serra?" One of the men question. They're wearing a dark uniform with a familiar red and white logo stitched onto their sleeve.

Claire is silent on the video feed. She's as good as bait, drawing the wayward scientist into their trap.

It would be such a small, subtle change. Perhaps only Claire would notice it. The ventilation in her interrogation room would fail. That constant, low hum - suddenly just gone. The men interrogating her wouldn't notice; they were too busy playing the tough guy.

A silent wave would sweep through the facility. It was small enough to go undetected. They hadn't been prepared for it. Catching Claire had been a stroke of luck for them; they had actually been after him, but Luis had escaped. And now, he was on his way to get Claire out.

He wasn't strong. He had no military combat training. But he was smart.

Smarter than all of them. An he was resourceful.

And had very little left to lose, after they had taken her.

So, Luis operated from the shadows.

He couldn't use knives or firearms. Not like that. But he had installed a silent weapon. The hot Spanish sun made the Umbrella ghouls crave the ventilation and air conditioning - and an aerosol spread rapidly through the pipes and air ducts.

Everywhere - except in Claire's room.

She would feel the temperature slowly rise. Feel the air growing stifling. Her interrogators would notice it too. But they would simply leave to yell at comrades about that issue. And that was their mistake. A fatal mistake.

Claire would be able to hear more.

Soft coughing. Screams. Stumbling footsteps. Someone was running. Several people. Panic was spreading through the building. The screams rise… and then ebb away into utter silence.

The door to her room flew open again; the man from earlier stumbled inside. He reached out toward her, but his knees gave way and he slumped to the floor, where he twitched and writhed. Helpless.

Another figure followed. Lanky. He was wearing a hoodie that was ridiculously fancy for the situation. And a gas mask, from beneath which slicked-back brown curls spilled out. Luis stepped over the man and drove a syringe into his neck. The man whimpered - but then he froze; blood seemed to pool around his bulging eyes, his wide-open mouth, and his flared nostrils.

"Lo siento. This first," Luis stated in a strangely calm voice as he straightened up. He didn't free her immediately. Instead, he fitted a gas mask onto Claire and tightened the straps. Yet his movements grew gentler - and as he cut the zip ties holding her, Luis’ hand closed around hers; he looked up at her, and his grey eyes were reflected in the lenses of the mask.

"Did they hurt you?"

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[leonkennedy9642]

Leon spares a look to Luis. He almost remarks that the only way to identify a convict was the distinct prison uniform — seriously, if they switched clothes with a guard, no one would be able to tell the difference between the two. Instead he shovels more food into his mouth to choke down that pessimism and his own hunger.

He almost questions what Luis means. People like him? The whistle blowers? He's not so sure what good it did, seems he only helped to worsen the very corruption he almost exposed. He only pauses eating when Luis speaks of his own past. The Hail Mary project means little to him, other than he's pretty sure the ship must be named after it.

Then his brows crease. Wait... "They kidnapped you? Forced you... into a deep space mission?" Luis is grinning again. He acts unbothered. Leon squints a little too harshly. He doesn't buy the smiles but he's in no position to challenge the man who feeds him supplies that were probably meant to keep him going for some years. Sharing it between two people? Luis halved his life, just for the company.

Leon licks over his lips. Looks from the mostly-demolished plate back to Luis who muses about samples. He was doomed and here he is, happily trying to crack the mystery so Earth can live on, corruption, betrayal and all. Somehow Luis still saw the good in people...

"What??" Leon suddenly questions at the vampiric admission. Luis took his blood?! That calm understanding is washed away with a deeply creased frown. One that melds with confusion when Luis accuses him of... being part tree. He searches the other man's expression. He isn't trying to trick him. There's a slow dawning realisation. The submarine. The electrical box. Hidden messages. The last seedling of Eden, the furthest space station from Earth. "There was a sprouting seed in the submarine. I held onto it... I guess the blood... if it made two researchers become a wild mix..." He flexes his own hand and tries looking himself over. "How fucked am I?"

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Leon is right in his assessment that Luis cut his life in half just to have some company. Theoretically, that is. Because Luis didn’t see it that way - and never would. To him, his life on the Hail Mary up to that point hadn’t really been a life worth living. It had been lonely. And lost.

Leon has no idea that this was the happiest day Luis had experienced in a long time. The mere fact of hearing a voice other than his own - or the spaceship’s - was music to Luis’ ears. That someone else could respond to his words, his actions, his thoughts - it was a feast for his senses.

And by God, he would do anything to keep Leon around. Happy. Healthy.

He ignores the questions about the Hail Mary mission but quickly raises his hands to reassure Leon.

"No, no. Not screwed at all. It... everything’s fine," he assures him.

A sporeling on the submarine. From everything Luis knew so far... the blood on that moon had strange effects. It mixed and fused genetic material. So... Leon was still human, but he now carried the genetic material of that seedling inside him.

... just how bad was that, really?

"You’re going to get better," Luis repeats after taking a deep breath. Another smile. He walks over, grabs a small pouch, and tosses it to Leon. Since Leon had devoured his portion with such appetite, he could surely handle a bit more. The pouch contained cookies.

“We’ll simply monitor your health. I believe - based on everything you’ve told me and what I’ve discovered - that the blood on that moon has the strange property of mutating other genetic information: it breaks it down and mixes it, as if fusing things together. But that takes time. Brief contact doesn’t have the same effects as prolonged exposure. You are experiencing some symptoms, certainly, but perhaps they are only traces… so far, you seem completely… normal… healthy.”

Luis flinches slightly, then points to his own back.

“Except for your back… and your shoulders. I treated the wounds there and would like to change the bandages, now that you’re awake. The scars there… I want to take another look at them. Because when I thought about it, they reminded me of… roots. Or branches.”

[clairerevfield]

Claire glances Luis with a wry smile. "I was being a handful. I think Chris wanted to find a way to connect with me, because I kept pushing him away when he became my guardian. But he was coping in his own way too. We lost both our parents, and then he puts me through survival training? It's a bit on the nose..."

She hums. Doesn't fully answer the question. Maybe another time, she doesn't rush to hand over her strengths and her weaknesses in the back of some bus while on the run. It was also a lot to process. Chris was the reason she survived Raccoon City. He was also the reason she went there in the first place. He didn't tell her to stay away, didn't tell her a damn thing. Just... vanished. Her eyes cast down and her lips twist. She can feel her stomach in knots again. It's not like her brother could have predicted what would happen to the city, but... no discreet call or message? It was eating at her.

Though she realises Luis has his own past eating at him. The way he comments about his childhood home and them forgetting him... Claire turns a little in her seat. "The boy with grey eyes leaves one day, and a grown man with grey eyes comes to the village, what, almost a decade later?"

She doesn't know his history. Doesn't know what happened, or why he left. So, she offers a simple smile. "You will be the biggest gossip. How mysterious of you."

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What Claire shared about her past was a sad story. She had lost her parents at an early age. In a way, there was a parallel between them - one she wasn't even aware of yet. Well. Perhaps he was reading too much into it. He had never known his parents and therefore had never experienced the pain of losing them. He’d had Abuelo… and after that, no one. She had her brother - though he seemed damn hard to pin down.

Joder.

He should stop thinking about it.

And yet, Claire had a knack for cracking the walls he’d built around his past. With a  lot of smiles and flimsy excuses. But no one had ever spoken to him the way she did…

Luis looks away; he stares at the edge of the suitcase, fiddling with the riveted seam. In the process, he’s more likely to ruin his fingernail than damage the suitcase.

“I… I don’t want to be any gossip… maybe we can just sneak past everyone. The mines aren’t right next to the village…”

A completely delusional idea. But the prospect of encountering those Luis didn’t know yet of who was a sheep and who was a wolf, who had been complicit in his abuelo’s death… In the end… no one had helped… so weren’t they all wolves?

Luis swallows hard and tries to shift the focus away from himself.

“…what happened to your parents?”

[choccy-sippy]

Outfit swap + RE9 union for my fav gay men

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Haircut

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Leon has given his all, to the bitter end. He deals the killing blow with the cult leaders own stave. The horror of Los Illuminados ceases as the writhing mass of Lord Saddler begins to wilt and crumble away, and for a moment while the metal groans around him, he holds his breath.

Is it really over...?

Then comes the foot falls. Uneven, a little heavier. Luis approaches where the stolen Plagas sample has fallen free.

"Luis..." Leon shifts, pulling himself up. "Hey, wait! What do you think you're doing?!"

"Time's up, Luis." Ada calls a few steps away. "Your choice. Either you and the sample come with me, or you hand it over along with your ride out of here." Her gun cocks. "I'm done waiting."

The Amber.

The source of all the horrors here. At once his opportunity and the key to escaping it all.

Luis had once believed this could solve all his problems. Twice, even. Yet, in doing so, he had always served someone else’s greater agenda. First: Saddler. Now… not Ada. She worked for someone - she had made that clear. And that someone… Luis doubted he had good intentions.

His knowledge had brought nothing but trouble to humanity. Twice already. This could be the third time.

His gaze drifts to Leon. An exhausted, battered, blood-soaked Leon. Yet he was alive. He had made it. He had rescued Ashley and was free to leave now. He was the hero.

Leon had saved him, too. It was only thanks to him that Luis was standing here - in pain and on unsteady legs. But alive. A faint smile flits across his face.

Don’t worry, Sancho. I’ve got a plan.

“Ah. Ada, still the señorita who drives a hard bargain…” Luis murmurs before attempting to straighten up. A blinding pain shoots through his body; Luis nearly collapses, stars dancing before his eyes. The Amber feels heavy in his hand.

“Need a smoke first…”, Luis manages to wedge one between his lips. His lighter… ah, he has to search for it. His hands open his jacket, fumbling around for a moment. A soft click is heard.

And as he pulls his hand back out, he throws the sample away. As hard as he can. The vial traces an almost beautiful arc before vanishing over the edge of the platform - down toward the raging waves and jagged rocks.

He hears Ada sharply intake her breath. He hears Leon shouting something. He hears a gunshot. But only after that very bullet knocks him to the ground. Well.

Strange…

As Luis lies there, watching the blurry red dot – Ada - disappear from view as she leaps after the Amber, he barely feels the pain of the new wound. Perhaps he’s simply reached his pain threshold for the day. A comforting thought. One that makes him smile faintly.

But… no. No, there it is. He feels it. The sharp little edges of the Amber he’d tucked into his jacket were now pressing into his chest. Maldita cosita…

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