The thing she had loved about baking as a young pup was the precision when creating the desserts and the creativity and freedom that came with decorating (not that she had been good at decorating, nor had the time after the fire to develop the skills). The best part though was making yummy things for her family, the looks on her sibling and cousin's faces, doing a thing that could cheer them up, bring comfort.
Cora hadn't kept up with too much baking while in Brazil. The impetus to make sweets had dwindled without her pack. Maybe a birthday cake here and there or some pão de queijo every so often. Working at the bakery wouldn't have been her expected career path, you know... if she were still alive. Cora had plans, hopes, dreams that she just started allowing herself to believe in finally reuniting with her remaining family.
For now though, she enjoyed the routine, using her hands to make something good and nourishing, the freedom to experiment with flavors, the feeling of being useful. There were parts of the job she struggled with, customer service being the main one. It was hard to keep a smile as the custom cake instructions kept going.
"I'm sorry. Could you repeat what you want... from the beginning? And also maybe consider less wants cause I'm the only baker and frankly I'm not that good."
ada wasn't quite sure what to do. wandering around didn't give her any satisfaction anymore and it was hard for her to find new things to discover or to figure out what happened in regards to her death.
one of her favorite past times while alive were intricate cakes. not that she could eat a whole cake by herself, she often ordered something small, often times just an elaborate cupcake. despite her tough and cold exterior, she craved a nice sweet treat and she felt less guilty about enjoying the little things in the afterlife.
ordering at the bakery has been a biweekly thing now. she could just not shed being a creature of habit and indulging in some over the top behaviour.
"of course", ada offered a soft smile, tilting her head ever so lightly, her bangs moving out of her face. she kept her voice soft and low, covering up her frustration with ease, not letting it slip at all. she was a highly skilled mercenary after all.
"chocolate cake with vanilla cream, please. vanilla ruffles and a little fondant bow on top. simple enough, darlin'?"
she hated compromise, hated having to make herself smaller. her heels have been getting higher and higher, now that she did not have to run or fight anymore. just comfort and looking good over having to choose survival. ada shouldn't have to compromise on a simple cake, either.
She understood using physical exertion as a coping mechanism all too well. In her experience though, it was not an excuse to be sloppy and especially not a good reason to take one's frustration on their opponent. Cassandra prided herself on her ability to remain coolheaded, one of the handful of gifts from her training with the League of Assassins. But between balancing her own reality of being dead and irritation at this disaster of a spar, her patience was wearing thin.
"Say what is on your mind. You might feel better."
mara jade was horrible with her anger and managing it. it fueled her and has kept her alive — well, that was now a thing of the past. normally, she would spar (it was more of a “she beat everyone up”) with some of the other smugglers, sometimes even with karrde himself. and pretending that those sparring partners were luke skywalker really helped her calm her down. there was something very therapeutic it, even when she would not admit to that.
the redhead sighed as she wiped a couple of unruly strands out of her face. “i couldn’t get my revenge. i died before i could destroy the man that made my life miserable”, she scoffed, feeling her blood boil even more at just the thought of how it all went down, “and now im stuck here. there, i said it. i don’t particularly feel much better, though. why do you even care about it", it came out harsher and more prickly than she intended for it to be. everyone here just died. it’s not only mara who had to come to terms with that and so she added a small "sorry" to disarm the situation.
ni ni. cis woman. she/her. resident evil. ⸻ i swear i’ve seen ADA WONG around renata before… it could just be that they remind me of KILLSHOT by MAGDALENA BAY. people say the THIRTY ONE year old showed up THREE MONTHS ago. just… appeared, like the rest of them. the last thing they remember is SAYING GOODBYE TO A RELUCTANT FRIEND, UNSURE IF YOU WOULD SEE HIM AGAIN, HOPING HE WOULD MAKE IT OUT ALIVE. but no one ends up here by accident, and sooner or later, everyone gets asked the same thing — do you want to be found? ⸻ tide. she/they. twenty six. cest.
FULL NAME: ada wong. NICKNAMES: ada. after all, it is the name she chose. AGE: thirty one. SPECIES: human. ORIENTATION: biromantic asexual. TRAITS: resourceful, reliable, deceiving, calm, humorous. TROPES: the femme fatale, the girly bruiser, the wild card.
HOUSING: courtyard flats. OCCUPATION: barista at riverbend café & singer / live performer at the glasshouse tea room. HABITS: almost always slightly smiling, being nosy af, humming whenever concentrating on a task.
what’s your name?
"i'm ada wong", she gave them a slight smile, one that she usually has on her lips, this felt like just any other day to her. get these potential police men to be on her side, charm them and to ultimately get all the necessary information. this was going to be rather easy.
what’s the last thing you remember before you got here? take your time… you don’t have to remember everything. anything you can remember is enough.
"i was working", not a lie. "i saw an old acquaintance", half a lie. leon was much more than that to her. she could not admit it out loud, not to strangers, not when they both still had to figure it all out together. ada was cautious with letting people into her life and she had to be certain, especially with anyone she found intruiging the slightest.
do you remember how and where you died?
"nothing, i'm afraid i'm not much use in that department", she gave them both a sympathetic smile. she was quite discombobulated from the whole experience she found herself in, couldn't quite make out why she was here (the whole being dead thing was rather suspect in her eyes).
is there anyone who might still be looking for you? family, friends… anyone at all? do you want us to contact them?
she thought for a handful of seconds. her line of work made her a lone wolf, her choice to not be close to anyone only worsened the loneliness she felt almost every night. who would search for her? certainly not her employers, she was a freelance agent after all. she was utterly alone in this world and now in death, no one was missing her. "i don't think i can remember anyone important. it is all a blur. would you mind keeping that space empty for a little while? maybe my memory improves over time and i can provide you a name?"
now, the most important, do you want us to find your body? if we do, that means you’ll move on… that you’ll disappear from here as well.
"i would like to stay here for a little while. i believe i have some unfinished business", she was diplomatic, throughout the entire conversation, yet this was the only time she truly voiced some sort of opinion, some sort of goal of hers, of what she needed to achieve. ada wasn't quite sure about it herself, but she had to try. that was the least she could do.
further info: i picked ada from around re4. it has been a while since i played the games with her in it, so she will ultimately be a bit ooc and a bit all over the place. she will be rather deceiving and only getting close to your muses to gain something rather than any genuine interest she might have in the other. i would love all sort of connections for ada, please assume any relationship (platonic, flirts, etc), but also give me some betrayal plots!
brianna marquez. demi woman. she/they. star wars. ⸻ i swear i’ve seen MARA JADE around renata before… it could just be that they remind me of MEAN GIRLS by CHARLIE XCX. people say the TWENTY SEVEN year old showed up TWO WEEKS ago. just… appeared, like the rest of them. the last thing they remember is BEING STRANDED IN THE WOODS WITH YOUR ARCH NEMESIS AND HAVING TO WORK TOGETHER TO GET OUT OF THAT SITUATION ALIVE. but no one ends up here by accident, and sooner or later, everyone gets asked the same thing — do you want to be found?
FULL NAME: mara jade. NICKNAMES: raging red. the emperors hand. AGE: twenty seven. SPECIES: force sensitive human. ORIENTATION: bisexual. TRAITS: hot headed, meticulous, closed off, overprotective, calculated. TROPES: broken bird, fiery redhead, defrosting ice queen.
HOUSING: willow row, potentially looking for roommates. OCCUPATION: bartender at the last call. HABITS: walking on tiptoes, scoffing and rolling her eyes whenever she is frustrated or has to listen to people, being in everyones business.
what’s your name?
mara scoffed, crossing her arms in front of her chest. what was that question? she was used to people not knowing her name, the fact that she operated in the shadows for the majority of her life didn't help that at all. "mara", her tone snarky, eyeing the two men in front of her, "aren't you supposed to know that?"
what’s the last thing you remember before you got here? take your time… you don’t have to remember everything. anything you can remember is enough.
she raised an eyebrow. she didn't have to show that her memory was severely lacking. it bothered her a lot, to not know, to not remember. she needed to be in control and she really needed to figure things out. especially here, without these two knowing. "i was probably doing things", she paused. mara tilted her head ever so slightly before staring at the younger man. did she try to intimidate him? maybe. probably. "kicking ass before i got interrupted by this and i now have to deal with you two", she continued, being rather nondescriptive with her answer. it didn't say much, but it was something.
do you remember how and where you died?
dying in itself was such a vague concept to mara. death surrounded them, they were confronted with it almost daily, they were the cause of death, more often than not. but them? dying? they almost muttered impossible, then caught themselves. "not really, no. best i can do? i was on myrkr. horrid forests. i would not recommend going in there unarmed"
is there anyone who might still be looking for you? family, friends… anyone at all? do you want us to contact them?
"talon karrde", it came out of them almost instantly, they didn't even have to think twice. mara owed a lot to that man, their mentor, the smuggler that took them in and gave them some sense of purpose. "i was on a mission on his request. he deserves to know where i went. don't want that old man to worry for all eternity", they tried to be nonchalant about it. really. they did not want to be emotional, let alone show any vulnerability.
now, the most important, do you want us to find your body? if we do, that means you’ll move on… that you’ll disappear from here as well.
again, she scoffed. what was the deal with these questions? she really needs to figure out the deal with what happened, what is going on and how to get out of here. "i would rather not answer that just yet. we will circle back to that conversation, wont we?", she smiled, somewhat threatening, standing up and turning to leave, "we are finished here now"
further info: mara is picked from "heir to the empire" (1991), specifically the point where she has to work together with luke skywalker after crashing both their ships. it is sadly not canon anymore, but the lioness does not concern herself with what is officially canon <3 she is still somewhat morally grey (very much not a good person), she is very mean, BUT i will mellow her anger in most interactions, unless you otherwise let me know that she can be mean. you are more than welcome to assume antagonistic connections or enemies to friends (with the friends part still work in progress!). you are also more than welcome to throw mean things towards her, have your muse be angry at her, etc. mara will throw hands.
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