KNIVES ARE FASTER *

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐏𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄ⵑ 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔? / ind. pri. sel. roleplay blog for 𝐌𝐀𝐉𝐎𝐑 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐊𝐑𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐑 from 𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐂𝐎𝐌'𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 with guest appearances by my original characters : 𝐀𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍 𝐕𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐋 and 𝐁𝐋𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐒. headcanon-based + canon divergent. written by pulsar and sideblog to 𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐃𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐖.

𝐊𝐑𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎 * ; 𝐀𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍'𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎 ; 𝐁𝐋𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋. 𝙺𝚁𝙰𝚄𝚂𝙴𝚁 / 𝙰𝙳𝚁𝙸𝙴𝙽 / 𝙱𝙻𝚈𝚃𝙷𝙴

𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒.

@forgotten-retrouvaille ; former student

basic roleplay etiquette applies. this is also just a low-key blog for me to have fun with, so keep that in mind.

be aware that this blog contains a lot of not-so-nice things like death, body horror, violence, bioterrorism, etc, etc.

*please read to understand the canon-divergent of krauser

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MOVED

same url, now krauser + his idiots ( aka adrien + blythe ) are now at their own blog at @dethglory

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anyways, gotta do some work-related things to finish for next week and in the mean time, my brain is turning for an idea i got going for blythe 👀 maybe something village-related

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her antics as a driver is why blythe took so long to get her driver's license fmkdlsgmdlskfmkdls

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out of the trio, adrien is the driver fmdklsfmlkdsmgdksl krauser occasionally drives but blythe is never allowed behind the wheel

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𝐃𝐈𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐈 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔? 𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑. / ind. pri. sel. roleplay blog for 𝐌𝐀𝐉𝐎𝐑 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐊𝐑𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐑 from 𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐂𝐎𝐌'𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒. headcanon-based + canon divergent. written by pulsar and sideblog to 𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐃𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐖.

psd credit / non-rp blogs do not interact

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Don't stare. Don't stare. Don't stare. Choke me. Don't stare.

An hour? Another hour? Son of a bitch. Is this a hell that never ends?

Alright, maybe he's being dramatic. He's hard harder sessions. Right? Probably. But it's true that his muscles ache and his brow is sweating faster than he can seem to wipe it off. He uncaps the bottle and busies himself sucking water down his gullet as fast as he can while listening to Krauser talk. Gotta get hydrated before your throat gets dry, or it gets worse later, after all.

His shoulders heave as he lets a sharp exhale out and tosses the empty bottle, and he tries to keep his eyes pointed upwards. Krauser right next to him requires a bit of neck craning to meet eyes with, otherwise he's just staring at a lot of chest.

He's just wondering if he'll be able to throw off a man Krauser's size should he end up in a submission hold when he hears the word 'Redfield' and 'sister' in the same sentence--and all of a sudden his ability to focus is restored in full, along with a certain tension, standing straighter and immediately paying rapt attention. Nervous? Not quite the word for it. Just very self-conscious and hideously worried about potential reviews.

Redfield... Chris wouldn't give him cause to worry. He'd done nothing to reflect badly on his captain, he knows that much. His sister...urgh. He isn't sure. He loves Blythe and he wants to respect her career path, but he still isn't sure she's ready. It's the older brother in him, who would've preferred the younger siblings stay home and stay safe before risking anything. She's always had a smart mouth, too... Hope she didn't say anything to the major that would've reflected badly on either of them, or the family.

"I haven't missed a target since I was sixteen, sir."

This response is delivered matter-of-factly, but trust that there's no small amount of pride in it.

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krauser stares down at the younger man, jill has often stated that he can be quite…. intense most of the time and downright terrifying when he wants to be. those he tends to put to good use when dealing with a bunch of rowdy idiots that he wouldn’t trust with a potato gun, let alone an actual rifle. fortunately nivans is one of the more competent ones, something that gives him more faith in the future.

he can see why blythe looks up to her brother so much.

at the sniper's answer, krauser couldn't help but smirk, leaning down just a bit. “haven't missed a target huh? that's quite the claim.” a remarkable talent for sure, shame that redfield already called dibs on him. still, his sister isn’t no slouch either—her aim is impeccable with a rifle and already it’s showing in her ability to use a bow. no doubt she would give her older brother a run for his money.

the blonde steps back, taking a moment to reach into the cooler to pull out a bottle of water of himself. he proceeds to down half the bottle before using the rest to pour over his head, giving him a brief respite from the heat.

“maybe one day i can see this in action.” whenever he’s sent out on assignment, it’s either solo or paired—rarely does he get put into a team—mainly for his own sanity.

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You're nothing more than a tool to be used and tossed away when you're no longer useful.

anger had been his anchor for many years—after eddi’s departure, the constant near-death experiences, his abandonment by the u.s. government, the catastrophic injury to his left arm, etc. anger kept him going, fueling his will and spite to continue on despite what life threw at him and always eager to take it out on those that test his patience.

he’s been working on trying to let go of his anger, it’s still there and frankly, he wanted to grab the anon by the throat and show him what this ‘tool’ can do with a knife. someone once said to him that violence wasn’t the answer but it sure as fuck made him feel better. “fuck off with that little bitch’tude of yours and go bother someone else. i got other shit to handle.”

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as a present for the new followers, behold ~

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the way i got some new followers in time for ya’ll to see shirtless krauser dkfnfmxncksndb

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Jesus fucking Christ.

Don't stare. Don't stare. Don't stare.

He's having a hard enough time as it is here. It's swelteringly, blisteringly hot out, and if he weren't determined to be the perfect soldier, he'd probably have complained about it by now. Drills in this weather may as well have been torture.

You could definitely tell Krauser was an ex-major, if not by the battle scars, then by the way he roared instructions. Piers didn't mind, it was how he'd been raised. Problem was, Krauser also had the biceps of a major.

Could God have not made him straight? Was this a special hell reserved specifically for him? He's trying to maintain decorum here. Who the hell told the men in charge of training that they were supposed to walk around in the tightest shirts the military offered, let alone that they were supposed to go stripping them off? He's in a professional environment. He doesn't need to be distracted by anyone's bigass pecs right now.

Don't stare. Don't stare. Don't stare. Don't stare. Don't stare. Don't stare. Don't stare. Don't stare. Don't stare. Don't stare. Don't stare. Don't st--.

“here, with the way you’re going, you’ll be drier than a fucking mummy at this point.”

Piers almost fumbles the catch with the water bottle, so adamantly determined is he to not be looking at Krauser any remotely suspect way. Great. Might not look gay, but now he looks fucking stupid, which was almost worse.

Dry? No. Dehydrated? Maybe.

"How much longer?" he finally, bluntly asks.

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he recognizes nivans instantly, krauser has seen him on and off from time to time, redfield was the one that found him apparently and rumor has it that the captain has already deemed him a worthy successor for whenever redfield decides to retire—or dies, whichever comes first.

krauser also recognizes him through his sister—and student—blythe, she admires him greatly though she also takes her role as the annoying younger sister very seriously. apparently, according to her words, piers was one of her aspirations, the big and reliable older brother who always wanted to do things right.

“after this break?” the blonde pauses, pretending to think—he had already decided long before the brunette. “another hour of drills and then we go inside for some hand to hand combat practice.” krauser made sure to book the appropriate rooms ahead of time, knowing that the heat would keep a lot of people inside.

“redfield and your sister has mentioned you.” he started off casually, arms crossed and a sweaty sheen to his skin. “the latter more often.” there must be something in the nivans blood to make them a danger at long range, redfield has mentioned his protege’s skill with a sniper rifle and from what he was able to see, there was no doubt to it.

“says you got quite the aim.”

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Make it angsty, make it silly, do whatever you want! Go ham!!! Just let my muse know how much of a menace to society they are! Do it coward :^)

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it’s a hot day, given that it’s in the middle of peak, where the heat would go up into insane numbers and leave everyone—or mostly everyone, the blonde thought to himself as a particular redhead came to mind—absolutely miserable. krauser didn’t mind the heat as much, he’s tolerated worse temperatures during his time with the military, both hot and cold, whether he was properly geared for it or not.

still, a hot day isn’t an excuse to avoid training and there are plenty of water, he may be an asshole and—as blythe once called him—a chaotic ogre ( which krauser should make her run some laps for at some point ), but he wasn’t going to let anyone die here of heat stroke or dehydration.

at some point in the last five minutes, krauser discarded his shirt for now, he had an extra one in his bag but the blonde soldier figure he would get some sun before getting said spare shirt. he blew the whistle fiercely, announcing break time. “you all got 10 minutes to rest up and drink up!” krauser shouted, his voice no doubt heard from several blocks away.

“if any of you idiots die of heat stroke or dehydration, i will laugh at your incompetence before calling for emts.” he reaches into a nearby cooler and pulled out a bottle, tossing it to the other near by. “here, with the way you’re going, you’ll be drier than a fucking mummy at this point.”

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might post another open for krauser and then another one, maybe for adrien or blythe, we shall see ~

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Send anon hate to my muse! :^)

Make it angsty, make it silly, do whatever you want! Go ham!!! Just let my muse know how much of a menace to society they are! Do it coward :^)

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Jill Valentine had been keeping track of the news for months now. With the recent formation of the B.S.A.A. about a year ago now, such channels have become easier and easier to access with time — what caught her attention, however, was the offhanded mention of a new name amongst the U.S. Government's files, cemented several months ago and oddly coinciding with the investigation into Spain and subsequent events.

It'd been a difficult thing to confirm and even harder to process, given that she'd heard of one and then a second potential loss, but there was only one way to find out. That curiosity is what led her to where she stood now, chair just to the right of her, bullet-proof glass ahead. A beat passed, then another, she took a seat just as the door opened and a figure was shoved inside.

Eyes narrow as they study him, almost unsettingly a copy of someone she'd known from a long time ago now. new scars, a new look in his eyes — this wasn't the man she'd known. still, she doesn't get up to leave, scrutinizing him without a response for several minutes.

"You look like shit."

@dethglory from here

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this time the blonde did let out a snort, straightening himself on his seat as he stared down at the woman that was once his student, just as kennedy had been. he pushed her as much as he did leon, the world out there is ever changing and cruel—even back when he took on valentine as his apprentice, it wasn’t going to be kind to her so he made sure that jill would be prepared enough to take it head on.

to survive.

“you always got a way with words, valentine.” dressed in prison orange, his hair no longer kept in place and now sporting a short but scraggly beard, krauser supposes that he, indeed, does look like shit. krauser had a partial hand in that, they refused to give him anything that’s sharp—even one of those stupid plastic razors—and like hell he would let anyone else get near him.

the last guard that attempted to ended up with a broken jaw and dislocated shoulder. he may no longer have the plaga but it doesn't mean that he's vulnerable.

"spit it out already, why are you here?"

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contemplating moving krauser to his own blog but i think i'll wait til like... next week or something when i'm less busy mfkldsmgkdls