William Birkin IS the most fuckable loser in Resident Evil, I said what I said.
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William Birkin IS the most fuckable loser in Resident Evil, I said what I said.
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Your frustration turns into tears quickly. the strength of your fury is so potent that it sets off the waterworks out of pure rage. you hate it, because whoever's pissed you off thinks it's funny, like you're not tough and you can't defend yourself. you can, you just need to get through the haze of emotions first.
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annette & william birkin resident evil 2 ( 1998 ) vs resident evil 2 (2019 )
@infxction / / semi plotted starter !
His lab was the only place he could think to go now ━ he couldn’t stay down in the sewers but then he couldn’t say which was more risky. Crawling around down there like an oversized rat or scuttling back to his lab, an Umbrella owned facility knowing they had just executed his wife, making their contempt for him entirely obvious.
The NEST had already begun to slip into chaos. Evacuations had started, apparently there had been a viral leak here too ━ but how ? Had Annette caused it in her rampaging state ? No matter, the researchers who weren’t already succumbing to the infection were trying to escape ━ or hide, whichever one of the two proved most doable at the time. He’s avoided most of them, slipping into his lab & sealing the doors behind him. Now that he's here he can breath a small & shallow sigh of relief.
There's no way he could stay here & he knows that, but he feels a little safer sealed inside. He begins the task of going through the drawers & picking out files that could be of use to him ━ if he could make it out of here he was going to need something to hurt Umbrella with ━ there was just no way he could let them get away with it all.
Compiling them together in one large folder he’s caught off guard by the distinctive chiming of the doors, a tune that lets him know access had been granted by an outside force. There wasn’t many people who had access to his lab like that, it was him, Annette or maybe someone else from Umbrella ━ another USS unit perhaps ?
Approaching footsteps & panic over takes him as he reaches for the handgun holstered at his side as he moves to crouch down behind the island counter for shelter. Though he doesn’t think it’s going to do him a world of good it was something. Calling to the mysterious person he can only hope despite all likelihood that this wasn’t another Umbrella operative & that he wasn’t completely screwed. ❝ Stay right there ! Don’t come any further ! ❞
yes i am smart. yes i am stupid. it’s called being flexible.
Piers : / / Biosnipe
Relax. How was he supposed to take deep breaths and relax when he was stuck on a table, constrained. How was he supposed to calmly allow himself to be drugged, not knowing when or if he’d wake up again?
“Wait, wait! I shouldn’t be here. I’m not a BOW, I’m a BSAA agent!” Yelling his title could either be helpful or backfire terribly, depending on who this guy worked for. Piers could handle being tortured if it came to that, but he couldn’t do a single fucking thing if he was knocked out. He had a feeling everyone here thought he was basically dead since he managed to wake up in the first place—a mistake that wouldn’t happen twice.
That, or someone really messed up the medication measurement and was probably getting fired.
There was also a solid chance that this wasn’t new information, that this doctor was already aware of who he was, or at least his higher ups were. The worse outcome he could possibly think of was that this was the BSAA, but just the cold inside of a lab that Piers would have never had reason to step into. He hoped with every fiber of his being that his Captain wouldn’t have let them do that, that he would have killed him himself like Piers had begged earlier, but there was no way of knowing what fucked up world he had awaken to.
He had to think quick though, because he was in no shape to fight and in no position to barter.
He tried anyway.
“What if—what if I let you do whatever you were going to do, but you let me stay awake?”
Poor guy. As far as he can tell he doesn’t really seem to comprehend the position that he's in. Though this doesn’t seem to frustrate the Doctor at all. Honestly, if anything it was probably to be expected given his circumstances were among the most extraordinary. The suggestion sounds like a good idea of course but he remains hesitant. Unwilling, even. He knows what someone like Piers might not. After all, viruses, especially those designed & engineered under the direction of Umbrella, were not as simple as one might think. A virus was a biochemical mechanism that transformed the body on a microscopic level to suit their own unique needs. The viruses William had spent his life engineering were capable of doing this on a far gander scale.
He takes a moment to move one of the small wheeled stools from its place off to the side of the room, sliding it over to sit on it at Pier’s side. As strange as it was to hold an entirely human, coherent & decidedly friendly conversation with someone he had no choice but to have strapped to his examination table in such a conflictingly dehumanising way, he wants to remain giving the impression of being a fellow human who could be spoken to & reasoned with. It was in his best interest to keep this illusion up. ❝ Its not that simple. ❞
❝ The problem we’re facing is that your body isn’t your own anymore. You’re now sharing it with another intelligent organism. Which means I could poke you with this, sure -- ❞ he says, gesturing to the needle he was going to use before placing it back down on the table beside the two of them. ❝ --- But Its likely that the parasite now living inside your body won’t differentiate between pain and malicious intent, and the last thing either of us wants is for it to become agitated. If you sleep then so does it. Do you understand ? ❞
He’s not lying. Of course, he hasn’t had a chance to do any examinations yet so this was all theory & caution, stemming from the G virus that he knew very well. It had been a factor in creating this new abomination that some smart assed louse had decided to mix with lady Alexia’s own depute into the world of highly tailored monster viruses. Once he’d be disgusted at the thought & perhaps a twitch of annoyance still floats in the back of his mind, but he can now allow himself to be a little more impressed by what the young Ashford had actually accomplished all those years ago. Hell, even by what had been accomplished by Miss “Radames“ herself.
Albert : / / Infxction
RUN.
The only thought that stood out to the man in his current state. Between how weary he was, the panic and adrenaline, his grief at the state of his home…not much of relevance was going through his mind. Certainly nothing coherent. He’d been on a blind run for hours now, barely able to recall where it began.
The mansion took its toll on all the remaining survivors in STARS, the abominations within leaving scars that may never heal. The worst part was no one even believed them. If only they had humored them, taken precautions…but it was too late for what ifs. The city was lost, it didn’t take a rocket scientist to see that. The outbreak hit hard and fast, two thirds of the city turned overnight and Raccoon City plunged into pure, unadulterated chaos. Abominations and atrocities against nature roamed the streets.
At the beginning, Wesker had led strike teams of officers through the city. Brad had done the same, leading a group downtown to locate survivors and aid in evacuation. They lost contact with Brad’s unit by the afternoon. Similarly, Wesker’s unit was terminated - a creature with one eye had appeared on a rooftop, and crashed down into the street near his team. Before Wesker could even process it, the officers nearest him opened fire, and the monster tore them to shreds.
He himself was treated like a ragdoll. Thrown around, smacked against buildings, shot at- the thing could use weapons. It was intelligent. Knowing he had no chance, Wesker was prepared to go down swinging, when Brad rounded the corner, badly hurt; the monster uttered a single phrase before chasing him down and leaving Wesker behind. STARS. So it was after his team. Albert tried to stand, to give chase, but to no avail; he was forced to retreat to the station, to treat his wounds.
But he was cut off. A monster that looked strikingly like a lizard had jumped him as he neared the gates, and though Albert put it down, the noise drew plenty of unwanted attention. He had to turn the other way and continue running. Running away from his last option of a securite location.
Now he found himself charging through back alleys. Left hand clutching his right side, running with a limp. Right hand gripping his Samurai Edge so tightly his knuckles had gone white. Finger ready on the trigger. Blood dripped to the ground behind him, leaving a trail of crimson; his glasses were cracked, revealing a hint of the blue hues that sat concealed behind them. Panic flooded his entire being. Where should he go? What should he do? He was running out of options.
A name sprung to mind. William. Clever, scholarly William. He helped create these monsters - surely he had some fallback plan? Some means of dealing with them more effectively? Perhaps even an antigen, to save these people? That solidified an objective in his mind. Let him ground himself. A quick change of direction set him running towards the Birkin household. He knew William was unlikely to be there; he was more often in the lab, after all. But Al didn’t know how to reach the laboratory William currently worked in, and his home seemed the best option. Oh, how he hoped he’d be there.
Upon arrival, the man wasted no time. He was weakening, vision becoming blurred. Rapid knocks on the door, much more than a hint of urgency. “William- it’s Albert! Are you in there? Will!” His strength was fading. It was all he could do not to slump against the door; the cyclopsian creature had nearly done him in, that he got this far amazed him in itself. His tone was distressed, far from the cool, level-headed Wesker most would be used to. “William, I need you- open up!”
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He made it to the house not so long ago in the hopes of locating Sherry. To his dismay however she wasn’t here. She was probably headed to the RPD like her mother told her to do should anything go wrong. Go wrong now being an understatement. Annette was gone, the G virus was gone with her & Umbrella’s dirtiest secrets were turning the city into a living hell. While he’s here he's turned the bedrooms upside down, rummaging through drawers, closets & even under the beds. He’s realised of course this was all for nothing, obviously his sweet girl had taken her locket with her. It was a birthday present after all but she didn’t know just how valuable it truly was. He’s left slumped against her bed as the soul crushing thought of her demise dawns on him . . . Who’s to say she ever made it to the RPD ? It had only been a matter of hours but it was obvious the T-virus was doing exactly as it had been designed to do, spreading & expunging all humanity in sight, leaving nothing shambling, blood thirsty husks in its wake. She was only a little girl & the RPD was a lot further away than her school had been, a place she would often walk herself of a weekday morning.
Frustrated & squeezing a fistful of his hair in his hands an anguished whimper escapes him. Surely he’s killed them both; it was all his fault, but such a grim, self loathing notion does not say with him long as the knock on his front door pulls him to his feet. He’s quiet until he hears the voice & then he gives a sigh followed quickly by disbelief welling up in his eyes. That’s Albert’s voice. Despite his involvement with the RPD, William doesn’t think twice about doing as he's asked, runshing across the house to let him in. After all, he was hardly Umbrella anymore ━ at least not as far as he’s concerned.
The door swings open & for a moment it would be a toss up between who of the two of them looked to be more physically & emotionally dishevelled ━ not that William paid any mind to such a thing ━ the fact was he was almost relived to see the other man, no matter the state he may have been in. ❝ Come in, hurry -- ❞
He’s practically dragging through through the door so that he could get it shut, paranoid what else had followed him. Almost all of these things were drawn to sound, having generally poor eyesight. It was typical draw back of the T-virus, but a keen sense of smell & sharp hearing made up for it more than enough.
@infxction ASKED : “ Don’t die on me – Please. ” (Wesker to William? 👀) / / Some sentence meme - Accepting !
He didn’t come this far only to be shot but of course Umbrella were tenacious. They weren’t just gonna give up & let him get away. It all happened so fast. The hot searing pain in his side & Wesker . . . He wasn’t sure if the bullet wound made him woozy; if it was just the lightheaded daze a rapid loss of blood had caused him or if that everything he had just seen was completely real.
They’re not shooting anymore. In fact he’s quite sure none of them are breathing anymore. That would be a bigger relief if not for the unfortunate bullet wound they had left him with. His hands clutch at his side, blood seeping through his fingers. His white shirt & coat probably made it look worse than it was, so easily stained with the wet contrasting red that the materially greedily absorbed in excess.
Keep pressure on it, keep pressure on it. Its all gone awfully quiet, all accept for Albert’s steady footsteps, followed by a voice of what he could have sworn was concern. That too could have been put down to blood loss. ❝ I’m -- I’m fine - - How did you - - ? You were so fast . . . ❞
@witcherpath ASKED : “ i thought you were dead. “ doesn't anyone stay dead around here. ( from sera's ressie verse obviously mfldmsgs ) / / Some sentence meme - Accepting !
It only makes sense that Umbrella was trying to find out what the hell was happening in Raccoon city after the major screw up from their first USS team. He’d like to say their failure had been a success for him but that was in no way the case. No one was coming out of this winning, not now. His only solace was in the idea that Sherry would be safe. She was with that cop last he saw them & he promised he would get her out of here. William believed him, almost as if, in some way, it was his very purpose.
He wasn’t sure he believed in cosmic bullshit like destiny but either way he’s lost any will to argue about it. He’s here only because he knows that his prolonged survival kept Umbrella’s attention away from his daughter. Which was the same reason why he couldn’t be with her right now, as much as he wanted to. Still, he couldn’t stay in Raccoon city so when he’s found he doesn’t try to escape or to resist.
❝ Not quite. You must be with Umbrella ? ❞ She looks like it but he’s not familiar with her at all. He didn’t expect to be of course. Umbrella had so many different specialist units he wouldn’t be able to keep up even if any of them had been interesting to him.
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The virus had spread through the city far quicker than the estimated infection rate had been back in their lab. A majority of the outbreak being T virus based, with a few incomplete G embryos in the making by now. Needless to say a city full of T was more than enough of a nightmare without the added bonus of a few G individuals.
Above ground throughout the major population was where the T virus had done most of its damage. It was safer to stick to the sewers, although not by much given the fact that they had became Annette’s domain & anyone who was down there was at high risk of becoming a G host. Though he estimated this would be limited to only a couple individuals, getting through unscathed would still be a risky endeavour.
But he doesn’t have any choice. He couldn’t get Sherry to answer his messages & having taken possession of Annette’s phone told him she was instructed to go to the police department should anything go wrong.
He has to believe she’s there. & he has to get to her. If he remembered right there was a passage that ran directly underneath the police department which was easily accessible through the NEST. . . With caution he’s made his way down there. He doesn’t get far when he spots her. A little girl ━ a confusing sight. What was she doing down here, presumably alone ? Was she one of the researchers kids ? ❝ Hello ? ❞
She doesn’t look infected ━ his approach is still steady, cautious. ❝ Hey, what are you doing down here -- ? ❞
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