Captain Chris Redfield

RP Blog for Chris Redfield and the Hound Wolf Squad from Resident Evil. Very Limited

[houndwolfsquad]

"That was the dumbest possible thing you could have done." Harry as the pot calling the kettle black, from Amyla :P

@amylas-muses-sideblog

Chris cringed through a slow roll of his shoulder, trying to assess the damage.

"I'd argue that I could have just run in and tried to headbutt it." he groaned. "That would have been worse."

He pushed himself back to his feet with another pained groan. "Okay, let's put it on the record that this thing's got eyes in the back of it's .... head?"

[houndwolfsquad]

what happens if you don't come back? Rose to Chris

It was a question he'd asked himself so many times before. Ever since he joined the Airforce, really. First for Claire, now for Rose.

Somewhere in between Chris and Leon had asked each other that question, both with words and with desperate, breathless action, so many times.

"I wish I had an answer for you. One that ..." he stopped and took a deep breath, reached out to tuck a long, blond strand of hair behind her ear. "A fair answer."

Because just telling her that there were other people there for her, people who loved her and cared for her wasn't enough. It wouldn't be fair.

He of all people knew that people weren't replaceable like that.

"I'll make you a promise. I'll fight like hell to come home."

[mcflymemes]

"STOP PUTTING YOURSELF INTO DANGER!" PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue for expressing your fear that the person you care about might get themselves hurt if they keep acting like this, adjust as necessary

i thought i told you to stay back.

i love you too much to let you get hurt like this.

this affects me, too, you know.

every time you leave, i sit up all night waiting, praying you'll come back alive.

you keep pulling stunts like this and something bad will happen.

do you have a death wish or something?

this isn't fair to me.

i deserve better than this.

i didn't get any sleep last night because i was so worried about you.

you promised me you'd stop going out at night.

i don't like hearing this.

you've been risking your life, and for what? so you can feel like a goddamn hero?

i said i would handle it.

what the fuck are you doing here?

you told me you'd stay put.

so much for laying low.

you remember how bad it was last time.

seems like you haven't learned anything.

i believe you promised me you'd lay low.

i can't keep doing this.

don't give me that look.

we'll discuss this later.

this stops now.

i'm tired of picking up the pieces once you've left.

you keep throwing yourself into danger.

you don't give a shit about yourself, do you?

i'm sitting here, worried out of my mind, while you're out doing god knows what.

that was really stupid of you, and you know it.

i thought you knew better than this.

what's your excuse this time?

you do realize what this does to me, right? seeing you get hurt like this? you know it hurts me, too?

you really don't give a shit how this affects me, huh.

that was the dumbest possible thing you could have done.

i need you to stop throwing yourself into harm's way.

that was completely unnecessary.

they had it handled.

you didn't need to step in like that.

why do you think you're invincible?

the last time you pulled a stunt like this, it nearly got you killed.

i can't just sit here and watch you get hurt.

what are you trying to prove?

you just like fucking with my heart, don't you.

this shit hurts me, too, you know.

you're not the only one affected by this shit.

you've got a lot of people counting on you to come home every night.

what happens if you don't come back?

you think we can just carry on without you?

you think i can handle things if you end up dead?

i'm not sticking around to watch you get hurt.

you're not even slick.

you think you're invincible, don't you.

quit pretending you've got everything under control.

let someone else do it for a change.

you can't keep putting yourself through shit like this and expect me to just sit back and watch.

i'm done with this.

next time you do this, i'm not coming back.

promise me this is the end.

look me in the eyes and tell me you'll stop doing this.

let the authorities deal with it.

you're making a big mistake.

is it worth dying for?

i've dealt with enough pain over the years.

[southern-belle-outcasts]

Drifter dropped down, falling into more of a crouch this time to slow down Redfield’s fall and avoid any kind of whiplash. They waited for Lettie to make it down two stories of the fire escape before she herself dropped down with a heavy sigh. It sped things up and she didn’t want to spend extra time, but it still slammed into her knees. Not nearly as bad as a regular person, but by no means discomfort free.

Tired and sore or not, there was still supplies that needed to be brought back, and Redfield needed properly treated.

“Tomi’s still in the strip mall passageway, get him there, get the bags, let’s get the hell out of here,” Lettie directed, nodding at the pizza place and video store bookending a roofed walkway through the building.

Once she and the man were settled on the motorcycle, she began on the street that would bring them through the zoo, Drifter running and leaping ahead unburdened even by the multiple bags strapped on.

Once they were almost within sniper range of the mall, Lettie paused to radio in.

“Check it, we got a friendly coming in with me and Drifter. Behave yourselves. I am not in the mood to spend my evening putting people back together.”

“Oy, you think I can’t tell when something’s on the up and up?”

“Callete. Didn’t say I was just talking to you, now did I? We’ll be there in five.”

[houndwolfsquad]

The rush of the drop from the building combined with the drive had cleared his head a little and Chris found enough of his wherewithal to ask: "How many of your friends should I be expecting?"

He didn't ask if there were more like that Drifter. Somehow that wouldn't even be in the top five of the strangest things about all of this.

The mall building that apparently served as headquarters for Garcia and her group wasn't huge, by American standards, but it was big enough to house quite a few people in this occupied city and multiple barricades had been put up, as far as he could see before they dipped into a parking garage with walls overgrown by the reddish, pulsing tumours he had seen all over the city.

And judging by the three people waiting for them when Garcia pulled the motorcycle to a stop, there were at least more people like her, with those strange mechanical augmentations.

"I guess we expected this." the man speaking up was tall, dark haired with what clearly was premature grey sneaking into his bangs, and whatever injury had left deep scarring across his face had also apparently cost him one eye. "Come in first, we'll talk."

[requiemfortheundead]

requiemfortheundead & houndwolfsquad

Leon Scott Kennedy Chris Redfield

shared universe/continuity (unless otherwise negotiated)

limited replies

open for plotting

OCs and crossovers welcome!!

[marmorissa-deactivated20200813]

In the mood to make a beautiful man growl and moan “fuck” repeatedly but anyway

[galaxiacolibri]

“That’s because Sherry and Claire are cool,” Rose immediately returned without trying to hide the smirk. “So is K if he helped,” she said, thumbing a spike on the hat with an approving nod.

Rose snorted as she put the bag down in the floorboard. “I know I wouldn’t want a broken wrist, but that’s just me.”

Hotel? They weren’t even out of the city proper yet. She frowned. This was not the type of outfit one wore for secret meetings, so clearly they were doing something else.

“I suppose asking what the actual plan is is pointless?”

[houndwolfsquad]

"If by pointless you mean that I won't give you a straight answer, then yes, it's pointless." Chris nodded in response and yes, fine, maybe he was feeling a little smug about this.

Rose had spent six months talking about this concert (the first of her favourite Korean band in the States, apparently. Yes, he did, in fact, listen to her) and then almost an entire week voicing her frustration about not having been able to get tickets.

It had taken Sherry, Leon and Claire all reiterating the same thing for Chris to understand just how it could have been possible that the tickets for an entire arena could be sold out in less than ten minutes.

There was a special level in hell reserved for scalpers, as far as he was concerned.

"You want another deal?" he offered the marginally less mopey teen (sure, she'd only be a teen for one more year exactly by midnight, but he was going to hold onto that for that long) beside him. "You can ask me 10 yes or no questions. I'll answer them honestly. See if you can figure it out yourself, hmm?" he glanced over, a warm smile narrowing his eyes. "I know Claire taught you well."

[galaxiacolibri]

“I had to read it for English class in like eighth grade! K literally helped me with the book report! Two Towers was ass though, so much Tom Bombadil and songs. And the descriptions were so boring.”

Rose shrugged, finally dropping her foot. “That was a movie quote, and I haven’t even watched the show. K said it was underproduced for being put out by a monopoly.”

She twisted in her seat, stretching to grab the bag, which was very suspiciously plain. “Gift, like…wait are you doing the birthday thing? What does it matter for nineteen? It’s such a nothingburger birthday.” There may have been a tiny smile in the corner of her mouth though. The tissue was moved out the way and Rose squinted hard at the clothes, then at Chris.

“You’re going to have a heart attack.”

[houndwolfsquad]

Chris took a deep breath.

"I have reigned in all objections." he said finally. "Not that Sherry would have heard them anyway." a sideways glance at the package in her lap had him shaking his head.

"And you know that Claire would have my head if I pulled any of the 'dress appropriate' bullshit."

He'd tried that with Claire until she'd been introduced to the idea of feminism in the late nineties. Then she'd made him sit through at least five lectures that had resulted in him having an exceptionally profound understanding of the term 'victim blaming'.

"Besides. I know I trained you well. Someone looks at that and sees it as an invitation, I know they won't enjoy the outcome." he smirked, eyes still on the road.

"You can put that on at the hotel."

Had he told her anything about any hotel? No. Was he anticipating her reaction to the revelation and possible subsequent question of why they'd spend a night in a hotel in the same city they were living in?

Possibly.

[galaxiacolibri]

“I know feck all about what you’re talking about, but the shite isn’t contagious or I’d have been sick from a child,” Farrar said dryly. “Well, not contagious in the way a virus is, anyways. That would be…something really bad for a demon to be able to spread thin like that.”

Now if they were dealing with Pestilence itself then, well, pack it in because the world was ending anyways and no point in trying to fight that uphill battle.

“I mean demons, like, the movies. Some of them aren’t too far off the mark. Unfortunately.” The tea selection amounted to mint—disgusting, hibiscus—no thank you, and black tea—improperly roasted and better for southern sweet tea than a cuppa. But at least it was some caffeine and familiar taste.

“And unless your virus answers to spellwork, it’s not the same deal. But Leon seems to think maybe the bastards are trying to marry the two…” He leaned against the countertop, crossing his ankles as he studied the group from behind his cup.

[houndwolfsquad]

Canine caught Chris' eye with a small quirk of his eyebrow that spelled out 'that tracks' right before the TV came alive with what looked like an official government file.

"I don't think it's a secret to anyone here that the US Government has been looking into the supernatural for decades." Sherry started. "MK Ultra is pretty much a meme for a reason." she sighed, then turned to Chris: "A meme is ..."

"I know what a meme is, Sherry. I'm old, not a moron." he replied and then ignored her muttering something under her breath about not knowing what Instagram was.

"There is a branch of the DSO that has been looking into ... 'the possibility of supernatural and arcane threats to security' for a while now and from everything I could get my hands on..." she sighed and shook her head, clicking to the next page in the file on the screen. It showed two photos, one being of two bodies, both burned into crooked, curled husks and one of a circle of symbols carved into what looked like a table top. "no matter if it's magic or ... some kind of science we haven't figured out yet, it seems to be real."

"Certainly seems to have some real fucking consequences." Lobo muttered, stepping close to the screen with a frown.

"And you're at least knowledgeable enough to make something like that happen." Chris continued, voice dangerously flat. "Is there any chance that Neo Umbrella already has information on this?"

[galaxiacolibri]

“Fine—whatever, keep your secrets, Gandalf.”

Rose made no comment on her mother knowing her whereabouts. She didn’t care whether Mia knew or didn’t at this point. And if it weren’t for the fact that she didn’t like being kept in the dark, she wouldn’t even care where they were going.

A mild snicker escaped her and she turned to properly look at Chris for the first time since entering the vehicle. “So did you? Or did K get it better?”

[houndwolfsquad]

"Gan.... did you actually read Lord of the Rings? Or just watch the movies?" Chris scoffed in return. "Don't tell me you've only seen that new bullshit."

Her question had him rolling his eyes as traffic slowed down as they properly left the suburbs and entered the city proper. Sherry had estimated an hour and twenty minutes to the hotel close to the venue and they still had four hours until the concert.

So far, everything was going according to plan.

"I did get it right, but ..." Chris sighed and jerked his head towards the backseat. "K and Sherry picked out that little gift back there."

[houndwolfsquad]

@galaxiacolibri

“Does the difference actually matter if I don’t want to go?” Rose was fairly certainly this was going to be a drag, and on top of it people would note she was the weirdo absentee. Nothing new there. Black converse was wedged against the dashboard, daring him to correct her about the airbag as she rolled her eyes and propped her head up against the door. “Not this class. He gets special satisfaction making us all read out of the physical copy of the chem book he wrote. He refuses to upload it.” Grey eyes cut to evaluate if he was just bullshitting the offer, but that wasn’t very Chris. “So the trip is worse than weapons training is what you’re saying.”

"That's not...." Chris shot back, stopped himself to take a deep breath and shook his head. "Do I really need to spoil the surprise so you stop giving me a hard time about this?" he sighed and very pointedly ignored the breach of proper sitting ettiquette.

She wouldn't dare doing the same thing in Leon's car, but that just might be because, as she liked to remind him, Leon was the favourite.

Not that he disagreed.

"I may be old, but I can actually listen to you when you go on about things you like and this is something you will like." he continued, then added: "I double checked with K so I didn't accidentally get it wrong."

[houndwolfsquad]

“You couldn’t at least kidnap me with my homework? I have a test in two days and the professor is a giant dick.” Rose was already resigned to the fact that class was going to remain at just barely a passing grade.

"It's not kidnapping, I got guardianship." Chris replied, eyes on the street in front of them.

Mia knew where they were going, but as usual, she didn't seem all too interested in her daughter's whereabouts. He'd long since buried the hatred he'd once felt for her for that apathy, understanding how trauma and grief could kill a person on the inside.

"Aren't you kids doing all of the school stuff online nowadays anyway?" he frowned, cutting a questioning glance over at her at a red light. "Okay, okay, fine. I make you a deal: No weapons training for a week, if you think this trip wasn't worth it by the end of it." he offered in response to the expression he was met with.

[galaxiacolibri]

Any explanation Farrar intended to give for the name was interrupted by Sherry returning. So she was on a hugging basis with all of these men. Even if she’d been digging into who he was without his knowledge, Sherry gave Farrar no true unease, so if the mountainous murder sap was okay in her book, he was a little less on edge.

A little.

“That would be the million dollar question, and one I don’t have a bloody feckin’ answer for,” Farrar sighed. “All I know is, I got connected back to a messy exorcism according to Sherry here. One that required me to do a summoning first.”

He began fussing with the hotel room’s kettle. If he couldn’t even finish his drink from earlier, he was at the very least going to make himself some shite tea.

“The goon squad of these Umbrella whatsits didn’t take kindly to me being lured away from the bar.”

[houndwolfsquad]

"Leon's got a habit of messing with their plans." Chris hummed through a nod while both Lobo and Canine followed Sherry to the small desk in the corner where she'd set up her laptop.

"Where is he?" he asked then, shifting over to see the large flatscreen TV screen that had come to life. Sherry clearly had connected her setup to it to make it easier to see

"He's back at the bar, see if he can shmooze some information out of the bartender." Sherry answered easily. "Did you get the information I sent?"

"I could confirm where the helicopter came from." Lobo answered, pulling a small tablet from his vest that he handed over. "Everything else..." he glanced over at his comrade.

"Yeah, sorry, 'demons' makes no sense to me." Canine shrugged.

"That's why we're here." Chris finally concluded and shrugged out of his jacket to place it on the back of the couch.

Of course Leon had splurged for a suite. As capable as his husband was of surviving hardship, he liked his luxuries where he could get them.

"When you say demons..." Chris continued as he sat, removing his gloves to fold his hands between his knees. He was leaning forward, blue eyes settling heavily on Kilpatrick. "how sure are we that it's not another strain of the Progenitor Virus? Another influence of the Stairway?"

[houndwolfsquad]

I should probably make all the HWS + Piers part of this blog .... hmmm

[hardwiredweird]

I may have been thinking about him a smidge recently...

[houndwolfsquad]

@galaxiacolibri

The getting evaluated while guns were involved was getting quite old, quite fast. What was anyone going to get by staring at him in the first place? It wasn’t as though he had anything blatant about him to indicate ‘hello yes, I mess with demons, usually the murdery way, sometimes the not so murdery way’. “I take it you’re the Alpha that Bossy mentioned…”

Huffing a small laugh, the newcomer repeated: "Bossy?"

"Chris!" Sherry's clear delight at seeing him broke any tension there might have been and she didn't waste any time in crossing the space from where she'd exited the bathroom to pull the bulky man into a hug. "I didn't think you'd come in person! Oh, K! Lobo!"

She'd barely disengaged from her hug when she turned towards the two men flanking their leader and bestowed a similar greeting on them.

"Farrar, this is Chris Redfield." Sherry finally turned towards their new acquaintance. "Chris, Farrar Kilpatrick. Has Leon filled you in?"

"Not enough." Chris hummed with another once over. "Anyone wanna explain what's exactly going on beyond: Neo Umbrella wants to bag themselves a fucking demon hunter?"

[mademoiseli]

The notes are broken. This is what tumblr is all about apparently.

[atonau]

THE NOTES ARE BROKEN!  This has been reblogged so many times, Tumblr just shrugged and said “infinity”