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This is a RP blog for The Resident Evil RPG. * Joseph Frost. * Former S.T.A.R.S. Alpha Team vehicular specialist. * Infected. * Please visit Headcanon for further details. * Please visit Plots for what’s open.

[joseph-frost]

Memento mori [Wesker ll Joseph]

[divine-power]

It became apparent that Joseph Frost still embodied his typical snark. In Wesker’s eyes, this trait was not welcomed. Even in his divine form, it irked him  terribly. The man’s humor left an ill taste in his mouth, similar to ash or rotting flesh—all things grotesque.

“One would assume so,” Wesker countered.

For the pseudo-God, Joseph was merely a broken man with potential for divinity. A shame that they didn’t see eye to eye. In Frost’s viewpoint, everything seemed to be defined by black and white. While Wesker wore black, he preferred to be a man of grey. He foolishly believed that his actions would lead to salvation.

“You have changed, for the better or the worst.” Mild amusement tainted his stoic tone. Each word, at times, felt forced—as if it consumed all of his strength. “The key to that change is the blood running through your veins, Frost.”

A faint smirk in the guise of a half-grin appeared. It quickly vanished like vapors of smoke drifting up towards the midnight sky.

“A man copes with grief through anger or sorrow. You perform the former. How does it feel to lose everything?” He inquired through parted lips.

Wesker deserved the title of ‘hypocrite’.

“It was for the better,” he said. His justification was distorted, torn asunder like a schism. “We are all one step closer to perfection. You, perhaps, more so, Frost. I have already attained such.” He sounded pleased by this notion. “Nor was mine.”

Again and again, Wesker returned to the living. His presence was akin to the constantly returning grin of the Cheshire Cat.

“I am far beyond life and death, something which you could never aspire for.”

[joseph-frost]

Joseph Frost wouldn’t be Joseph Frost without that snark. He found it incapable of being resisted however… Wesker had always left such promising openings for the younger blond to completely and utterly raid when it came right down to things. Even better if it served to piss the other man off – there was no love lost for the other these days, especially not after things had been told to him by his own allies.

“Shootin’ you certainly would make me feel better. But I ain’t as stupid as you might think – if the lava didn’t kill’ya a bullet likely won’t either. Jus’ means I’ve gotta get creative~” That in and of itself was a threat – a creative Joseph could be a scary thing when it came right down to it. He was rather good at off the wall things that tended to work.

His expression was one of a snarl, almost a sneer, at the suggestion presented towards him. “I ain’t a monster. Not like you.” He wasn’t convincing himself. He’d already mostly figured that one out for himself. However he wasn’t going to think that because of the infection he was simply something so easily bent, broken, to the other’s manipulation and whims. “It ain’t ever gonna matter what’s in my blood or not.. it doesn’t change that I’m still Joseph Frost and I’m still gonna kick your murderin’ ass.”

Bold words. It was entirely like going to be the other way around. Hrm.

If anything, the older man – someone he had once admired and respect – was merely serving to piss him off further and further. Perhaps that was the point, perhaps he was simply allowing his anger to get the better of him, but Joseph practically prowled a dangerous, threatening, step towards Wesker. “Perfection? You? The thought’s laughable. You ain’t perfect, Wesker, and there ain’t nothin’ you could ever do to be perfect.”

He spat. “You’re nothin’. Jus’ trash, worthless, somethin’ that has no right to exist.”

[joseph-frost]

Memento mori [Wesker ll Joseph]

[divine-power]

“Will you take aim?” Wesker inquired, cocking his head oh so subtly to the right. His cloaked gaze settled on Joseph’s firearm before searching the younger blonde’s features. He was looking for something, but what?

The concept seemed to amuse him greatly. It was almost as if he was begging for death, although that was far from the truth. Interaction with Joseph Frost was the equivalent of a game. Who was the cat and who was the mouse? Perhaps that was the wrong way to go about it.

“I see that you’re still continuing with the nickname charade,” he retorted calmly. Amusement had long since left his voice. Instead, he spoke in the guise of a dark purr. “Humor to cope with despair.”

Nothing had ever been ‘funny’ for Albert Wesker. Ironic, yes. Hilarious, no.

“Is it no surprise that the Dead come back to life? I do recall Shelley weaving such a tale.” A literally allusion to demonstrate his superior intelligence. God or monster, he was well-versed in the arts.

He didn’t find the need to answer. Instead, he replied with a little snort. His nostrils flared and his jaw twitched, but that was the only emotional signs that he delivered. “How peculiar. I assumed the same for a man such as yourself. You were always so…” He paused, pensively searching for the most suitable word. “Reckless. The heat of the battle defined you and yet, it was your demise.” Maybe—just maybe—they were both phoenixes, having risen from the ashes.

[joseph-frost]

"Iunno. Honestly? Yeah, I really fuckin' should shouldn't I?" Seriously though, Joseph knew the older man was indeed very much so a thread. He'd been filled in on everything that had happened after his timely rescue from the long abandoned Umbrella facility he'd awoken in. He knew of the other man's threat... not only to himself but to everyone else as well.

But, for some reason, while his fingers caressed the weapon he did not yet draw it. Was it still the part of him that, before everything had gone to hell in a handbasket, still respected the older man that had once been his captain? Surely it couldn't be. That part of him was, if anything, marginal at best. The rage, the hate... those factors were much more bold, much more poignant, nowadays.

"What, ya' really were thinkin' I'd have changed it?" The infected man canted his head slightly to the side, staring at Wesker like the supposed dead man had gone completely and utterly insane. Sure... by all right he himself should be dead from what happened but it hadn't really overly changed him. He was still the loyal, often overbearing goof he had been while back in S.T.A.R.S. "What despair?" The question was shot towards the other blond with a mix of confusion and anger coiled through the low tones. "Everythin' pretty fuckin' chill aside from the fact that everyone's. fuckin'. dead. because. of. you."

"I ain't mindin' the dead comin' back to life. When the dead's you? Yeah, then I mind." He didn't catch the allusion, not really. Wesker had always been superior to the younger man when it came to intelligence, though that by no means meant that Joseph was an utter fool. Much of his foolish behavior did serve as an act to throw other people completely off.

The younger blond let out a soft snort of his own. "Contrary to whacha think... my 'demise' wasn't quite as mucha demise. Then again I have people like you to thank for my continued existence." He spat those savage words, shifting his wight a bit in case the other man suddenly chose to attack him.

[alomarbsaa]

Jack on the Rocks (Joseph || Sheva)

[alomarbsaa]

Sheva floated on her back, arms pushing water behind her as she stared into the pitch black sky. She heard Joseph’s shiver and chuckle, allowing her body to submerge once again as she looked at him. ‘So was it worth is, Firefly?’ she heard him ask as he looked at her. 

A coy smile passed over her lips, but she nodded. Despite the coldness of the water, it had been. She followed his gaze up to the night sky and stared at it for another moment before looking back at Joseph. Her eyes traced over the defined features and amber eyes, an instinctive grin passed her lips. 

“You sure know how to have a good time, huh?” Sheva questioned with the slight raise of a brow. In an attempt to keep herself at least somewhat warm, she then began to move in the water. With a brief breast stroke, she was at the man’s side. 

When she stopped, her teeth chattered a bit, “Mbukta used to tell me stories about the stars…” Speaking of the man always brought a pang to her heart and a look of reminiscence to her face. “He said whenever great men died, they went to live in the heavens and from Earth we could only s-see their excellence as the shining of st-stars…” Sheva couldn’t help but chuckle at the superstitions of her father. 

“I n-never fully believed it, having my own r-religion and all…” Sheva explained, her voice broken now and again by the chattering of her teeth. “But when I moved here, the c-city lights made the stars less visible. And that m-made me wonder if there w-were just less good people h-here…” 

She was young and naive then. And a blush rose to her cheeks now with the realization she’d just admitted that to him. “I…” she laughed nervously, running freezing fingertips through wet locks of hair, “I was younger then…”

[joseph-frost]

The infected man honesty had to chuckle at that. “Ya’ve no idea jus’ how mucha good time I know how’ta have~” The words were teasingly playful, bright and chipper despite the frigid waters about them, but they were honest ones. Joseph Frost knew how to have a good time. He’d been pretty damn infamous for it back.. back before everything had decided to go so terribly wrong for them all. He didn’t seem to mind the woman being there by his side, however, when she finally chose to come over to join him in her effort to keep warm. His head tilted slightly in her direction as he listened to her words before his own eyes flicked once more skywards.

Here and there, sprinkled across the sky so far above them, Joseph noted the dim flicker of stars. She was right, of course, with the city lights so bright he couldn’t see the stars as well as he possibly could elsewhere… but that didn’t mean that they weren’t actually still there. Just like while it didn’t seem as

“I can’t say I actually have’a religion. Especially not these days.. it’s better’ta believe, for me at least, what happens happens and sometimes there ain’t a damn thing ya’kin do ‘bout it…” Yeah.. he knew that well. He knew that the hard way.

“Sounds like he was a pretty wise man, yanno. Sometimes it’s nice’ta think I’ll go someplace when I finally die.” For a moment the blond merely looked nearly grim – he knew what would likely happen to him should he be incapable of finding a cure in time. “Ya’ seem cold…mebbie we should get out?”

[joseph-frost]

"Welcome back Joey."

"Sup Chris~? How's things been for'ya?"

[joseph-frost]

Memento mori [Wesker ll Joseph]

[divine-power]

Life and death twisted together in one sick medley. Albert Wesker had been thrust in-between, banished to Limbo. That eternal, grey plane was a devilish mockery of Hell. All of his plans fell to ruin, reminding him of his constant failure. It drove him mad. Harsh whispers slipped into his mind.

He brought himself back from the dead (with the virus’ help, of course)—clawed out of that goddamn limbo, pulled himself free from molten rock. Now, he was back and craving revenge. The taste would be bittersweet, lingering on the tip of his tongue.

Little did the self-proclaimed god know that he would encounter an old acquaintance. Here he was, merely scouting the area. A figure caught his attention. That trademark bandana only spoke of one man: Joseph Frost. The memories came flooding in at full force—time spent at S.T.A.R.S. and Wesker’s cunning betrayal. 

The shadows hugged the older blond, keeping him close. Each booted step had been muffled by timing. His shoulders flexed like a panther on the prowl. Albert’s jaw tensed up, skin astoundingly pale. Gloved digits curled. With a small albeit resonating clap, he allowed his presence to be known.

“Well, well… What have we here?” He inquired with a faint tint of curiosity.

Wesker stepped out of the shadows with a raised brow.

“If it isn’t Frost…” He purred in that English lilt.

[joseph-frost]

He had to open his big mouth hadn't he? After all this time, plus the adventures he had while in S.T.A.R.S., one would have thought that Joseph Frost would've learned that in that case, mentioning that things could be worse, almost always made things worse. He hadn't been expecting to run into anyone at this ungodly hour, so the voice appearing out of nowhere caused him to jump, hand reaching for the gun he didn't carry solely on instinct.

Some habits died hard, right?

What made it even worse...the infected man knew that voice, knew it so well, even no. It was one he hadn't forgotten. The younger blond froze, trying to place a proper control on the sense of pure, simple, rage that flooded through his senses...instead settling on the less damning sensation of confusion.

"So if ain't ol' Wesky." The words were deliberately biting, deliberately goading...but this was Joseph Frost we were talking about. Such antics was something of likely no surprise. As the other man stepped from the shadows like the metaphoric reaper of death he merely raised a brow, studying him as he leaned back a bit in his stance in a parody of relaxation...though he did not do well to hide the tension and anger that still coiled through his muscles, his body.

"Funny. Here I'd been told ya' were...yanno. Dead." A growl traced through his normally jovial, playful tone as he looked over the man from head to tail, a fist clenching, once, before it unclenched once more. "So what shithole did'ja have'ta go'n crawl up outta?"

[joseph-frost]

Memento mori [Wesker ll Joseph]

While things were certainly notably different then how they used to be, Joseph Frost had been slowly adjusting to life again fourteen years after his supposed death. Sure, he wasn't entirely pleased at the whole 'oh hey you lost all that time' thing still...but what could he do? It wasn't as if the man was actually able to recover those years, after all, and at least he honestly and truly was alive.

Which was saying something. Though he had no love lost for Umbrella or what they had done to him he wasn't honestly going to argue much when it came to the being alive part of it all.

Either way the man had left the company of Jill and Leon, left the base, wanting to be on his own for a little bit. Just...chill time, down time, something to keep his mind off the oftentimes annoying nightmares of that last night in the mountains. The dogs, the pain, snarls and teeth everywhere and...ugh. Brown eyes closed as the man shook his head, heading along the quiet, seemingly empty streets. It was cold out, of course, cold enough that he could feel the chilled bite of night's air through it but he could only mutedly grumble under his breath over it - after all, it was his fault he hadn't grabbed a thicker jacket.

"Guess shit could be worse.." Joseph muttered as his eyes flicked back open, a street lamp's light skittered across his infected left eye to cause the unnatural muddy orange fleck to gleam brighter, just momentarily, before he passed under it. "I could be hungry."

[alomarbsaa]

Jack on the Rocks (Joseph || Sheva)

[alomarbsaa]

Sheva looked down as he kicked off his shoes, biting her lip playfully. She wasn’t surprised though, that the man was agreeing to her dare. The agent was surprised, however, when he took her hand. Sheva shot a look down to their interlocked hands, then back up to meet his eyes. His hand was warm around hers. Sheva smiled at him and nodded, “Time to own up to that then, huh?” Taking her phone from her pocket, she tossed it back gently to land beside their shoes.

Turning her face from him, Sheva stepped up to the edge of the dock. Her toes hung off the edge. Instinctively, her hand tightened a bit on Joseph’s. “One… Two…” Sheva counted at a steady, almost nervous pace. She reached up with her free hand then and pinched her nose. In a sort of nasally tone, she called out, “Three!”

With the last word, Sheva hopped off the edge of the deck. Within seconds, her body was complete submerged in the ice cold water. It knocked the breath out of her almost instantly. She held tight to Joseph’s hand, almost desperately. While she was a good swimmer, she had a slight fear of open water. 

Not that she would admit such things to him or anyone else. Just another detail no one needed to know. 

Kicking her feet, within a few short seconds, her head popped up from the surface of the water. Sheva gasped for the sweet fresh air and blinked her eyes. As Joseph resurfaced beside her, she finally decided it was time to release his hand. A shiver escaped her, “Jesus Christ!” Suddenly, she realized just how stupid and crazy her idea had been. 

“It’s f-f-freezing!” she exclaimed with another shiver interrupting her words. Sheva couldn’t help but to laugh though. She was enjoying herself and that wasn’t something she got to do all too often. Pushing onto her back, she floated for a moment and gazed up at the stars. They were even more beautiful from this angle. 

[joseph-frost]

Dares?

Joseph hadn’t been joking. He honestly had never once backed down to any sort of dares. Ever. Just because time might’ve passed by and all that sort of not so fun jazz didn’t mean a whole lot had changed with the infected man. Either way he grinned playfully towards the woman, not seeming to mind their hands being gripped together as they currently were – if it was one thing Sheva might need to get used to, if the two of them were ever destined to be any sort of friends, was the fact that Joseph was a showy and affectionate man. He liked physical contact with other people.

Either way the blond man winked towards Sheva playfully, muscles tensing as she counted down the seconds. The moment she said three he leaped, body already braced for impact against the frigid waters. Damn had this not been the most brilliant idea to go along with at all! Those waters were damn cold! But he didn’t mind her continued grasp on his hand as he kicked upwards, exploding that margin between water and air with an explosive, choked laugh. He let go of her hand as she did, reaching to make sure his red bandanna was still firmly in place.

“Brrrr.” For once Joseph had to be glad his body ran hotter than normal for a regular person’s actually did. He chuckled as he tried to shaking a little off the water off his head, sending water droplets everywhere.

“So was it worth it, Firefly?” The question was soft but playful as he glanced to the relaxed woman before his own unnatural gaze flicked skywards as well.

[thejill--valentine-deactivated2]

All Hallows Eve | Jill and Joseph

[thejill--valentine-deactivated2]

She caught the apple before it rolled off her lap, tossing it between her hands a few times. It was surprising how she still retained such precise motor skills, being as intoxicated as she was. With an inward shrug, she took a bite. It was delicious, bursting with sweet flavor, but her face held a sour almost concerned look.

“Can I tell you something in confidence, Joseph?” The seriousness of her tone was slightly marred by the drunken slur of her words, eyes drifting around the room until they settled on his face. She honestly had no idea why she even asked - they were friends. They trusted each other. But on the flip side, there was a rather large chance that neither of them would remember this conversation in the morning. Suited her fine. She needed to get this weird feeling out in the open.

Without waiting for him to respond, she turned her gaze towards the apple and inhaled deeply.

“I think the Captain.. is up to something weird.”

[joseph-frost]

Unlike Jill Joseph was much less coordinated. Then again at the same time it could simply be a show - much like he often did while he was sober. The goof was a lot sharper than the image he often portrayed of himself, one way or the other, though he by far often preferred to simply surprise people when they had expectations with the man.

He gave the vodka a concentrating look, moving to shake the liquid within the bottle from side to side a few times, before he shrugged and lifted it back to his lips once more for another long pull. "Mmm..." He almost gave a little hum of pleasure at the taste of alcohol that flickered through his senses before brown eyes flicked back to the woman he was seated beside.

"Yeah, ya'kin." Jilly could tell him anything without worry of him blabbing his mouth, drunk or otherwise, especially considering the woman was one of his friends. He didn't betray them. Still, he hadn't been expecting for her to say what she had...he nearly flopped a bit against her, lazily canting his head enough so that she could see the drunk man's face. "Ooooh? How so?"

[viralobsession]

OOC;

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GUYS

GUYS I’M A DAD AGAIN

Amy was born at 8:47am this morning. While there were complications she and her mother are okay and resting right now.

I’m unlikely to be able to be on as early tonight, if I do get on at all [I’m exhausted as well right now, lawl], and posts won’t be done today. [I’ll aim to have the last few done by no later than tomorrow but jghdjksgfs GUYS. SPAWNLING.]

[viralobsession]

OOC; Where to find Lloyd.

I’ve gotten a few inquiries across my accounts on this so perhaps it’s best I finally post this up across all of them so people know where exactly to best find me.

Resident Evil

[canon] William Birkin - william—birkin - Main RP blog. Best bet to find me across my accounts would be here.

[canon] Joseph Frost - joseph—frost

[canon] Joseph Frost [secondary] - joseph-frost - Once a part of an RP group, kept around to continue plots started with people on there. On this account the least.

The Walking Dead

[oc] Donovan Rivera - findthelostboy

Final Fantasy VII

[canon] Zack Fair - heroicpuppy

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My skype is josephfrost- if you’d like to plot/contact me outside of tumblr. Please let me know who you are when you send the request - I might not accept otherwise. Thank you.

[alomarbsaa]

Jack on the Rocks (Joseph || Sheva)

[alomarbsaa]

Sheva was seemingly lost in and mesmerized by the water. She didn’t break eye-contact with it. But she was in no way ignorant of Joseph when he spoke to her. She heard the inflection in his voice and felt her cheeks warm once more. Though she had missed the wink, she knew he was flirting. Awkwardly, Sheva shifted on her feet and switched one arm to rest over the other over her chest. 

She finally looked over at him as he spoke again, nodding in understanding. He did seem like a people person. And while Sheva did enjoy both the company of friends and meeting new people, she preferred a simple life. “I got used to it after a while. Had to obviously,” Sheva said with a soft laugh and a shrug. After all, her job came hand in hand with a hectic life and plenty of social interaction. 

“But out here…” Sheva looked back out to the water, then up to the dark night sky. Away from the bright lights of the city, the stars seemed much more like jewels and gems hanging in the darkness. “I don’t know, sometimes you just need an escape from it all, you know?” Sheva finished finally, looking back to Joseph. Meeting his sickly splotched hues. 

Offering him a small smile, Sheva leaned down and unzipped her boots. She kicked them back further onto the deck, then shed her socks and tossed them with her boots. The wood of the pier was freezing against the soles of her bare feet. 

Maybe it was the alcohol at work. Or maybe she was just feeling a bit playful. But a grin slowly spread across her plump lips and her eyes met with Joseph’s once more. “Dare you to jump in with me,” she said, raising a brow deviously at him. 

[joseph-frost]

Really, the man honestly didn’t mind that Sheva was seemingly not paying immediate attention on him. While he did adore being in the center of attention – whether it was because of something fun or just him being an idiot – he wasn’t rude or even mean enough to outright demand it from others. Besides…he liked her well enough. He even wanted to be friends. Being an utter ass wasn’t exactly conductive of friendship…was it? Nope!

Yeah, Joseph was very much so a people person. When he was alone he tended to actually get rather uncomfortable…and a lone Joseph could be especially destructive in the name of entertainment. Needless to say Jill and Leon had probably returned from their work to find various objects within the base…well, pulled apart and put back together, oftentimes in interesting ways. Hey! At least everything still worked!

“Yeah…I see whacha mean. We all do need escapes sometimes…” The words from the older man were soft, musing even, as he glanced back out across the forever moving waters. He’d headed to the bar on this night as an escape – it wasn’t as if he’d been able to sleep anyway before he’d left the base…the nightmares hounded him, dogged through his mind until it turned in on itself in mental anguish. But he wasn’t going to think on them now, not when he was feeling contented and having fun, real innocent fun, for the first time in so very long..

Still, the woman’s sudden actions at first perplexed the blond. His head canted slightly to the side, one brow raised, as he watched her remove socks and shoes then…oh ho ho. Joseph grinned. “I ain’t ever lost a dare.” He moved to get his own boots and socks off, tossing them back as well, before reaching out to offer his hand to Sheva, They were gonna jump in together, right? He was gonna make sure she really was gonna go in with him.

[joseph-frost]

Furnulum pani nolo. [Rebecca & Joseph]

[doctorrebeccachambers]

The man stood willingly. Smiled. 

Rebecca began to lead him toward her home. She didn’t speak much since she couldn’t really think of what to say. Bailey’s paws padded against the concrete of the sidewalk, her soft panting audible as her tongue flapped out of her mouth. Now and then, the Lab would insist on stopping to sniff at a patch of weeds growing between the cracks. 

The brunette would simply yank lightly at the leash and Bailey would give in, continuing to walk faithfully by Rebecca’s side. Once of twice, Rebecca peaked over to the man at her side - down at their hands which remained interlocked. It felt like a dream she would wake up from any minute. But this was real. Joseph was here. The warmth and firmness of his grip around her slender fingers reminded her that he was real. Alive. 

Now just to keep it that way…

It didn’t take too long to reach her home again. She walked Joseph up the stone path and the stairs onto her porch. Stopping, Rebecca released Joseph’s hand at last and reached into her pocket. She pulled out her keys, unlocked the door, and pushed it open. Then, kneeling down, the woman unhooked Bailey’s leash and instructed her to go inside. 

The dog bounded in, in obedience. Rebecca smiled and stood, nodding toward the open door in a gesture for Joseph to enter. Once he had, she followed in, closing the door behind her and tossing her keys onto the end table near her couch. “Well… this is my humble abode, I suppose,” the doctor said a bit cheekily. 

[joseph-frost]

While silence wasn’t something that Joseph Frost honestly preferred…not ever, this was one that was much more comfortable then it could have been. He didn’t mind walking with his old friend in such a way, simply too happy by her company to argue. The man wouldn’t seem to even notice the dog much – while he was doing well in coping with her being there a lot of it was simply by ignoring her – he didn’t mean to seem mean or anything like that; this simply was just the best way when it came to working through his intense disliking of dogs the trauma of being mauled by the Cerberus had caused.

The blond wouldn’t break their interlocked hands…unwillingly to allow this grip to be let go first. If she chose to remove her hand that was perfectly fine, of course, he simply just did not want to yet let go of the link to his past that he had missed so very much. It meant so much to him to have found one of the others, aside from Jill of course, even if it did come with some pain…the knowledge that there were just so few of them left never did go completely away.

But maybe, for a little while, he could forget that and pretend things were simply okay once more.

Soon they reached the woman’s house, however. Joseph was okay with losing contact of her hand as he idly glanced over the front of her house, looking around at everything with his timeless curiosity, before he shot a smile over towards her as she got the door unlocked and he meandered in after her gesture. “Sweet digs ya’ got her, ‘Becca!” He’d glance back at her with a cant of his head and a playful wink before he moved to the side, careful to not bump into another by accident or wanting to go off and explore without her permission. He wasn’t quite that nosy.

[thejill--valentine-deactivated2]

All Hallows Eve | Jill and Joseph

[thejill--valentine-deactivated2]

“I’ll even help ya color that mop of yours,” She winked at him, giggling again. “Anything to make Ole Cap’n Whiskers freak his shit.” It was a long running hobby between the two of them to pull pranks on their commanding officer. See how badly they could get him to explode but of course he never yelled, Captain Wesker was too reserved for that. She swung her legs as she continued to mull over the man. They messed with his desk, anything that would get a rise out of him. Sometimes, Jill felt bad about it but then Joseph showed his face and the laughter ensued. Guilt was long forgotten as she recounted his reaction. 

“I feel a liiiiiittle bit bad about messing with his chair though. He was so mad he actually slammed the door on his way out. Kinda freaked me out, ya know? And he looked RIGHT at me. Like he knew it was me… I’m glad he wears those sunglasses. I couldn’t imagine him glaring at me. Just - ugh.” She shivered, shaking her head to dispel the random and unwanted image. The man was intimidating to a point, but only because he was her leader. Sure, he was attractive and tall and had the best jawline she had ever - Jill shook her head again and laughed to herself. Wow, she was definitely drunk.

She stole another drink from the bottle while he wriggled he way up on the counter next to her, passing it towards him while she daintily wiped her lips with her fingertips. 

“Trade you this, for that!” Jill enthused, pointing at the apple. 

[joseph-frost]

“I think we gotta’selves a plan! Dye’ll be pretty easy to get…we jus’ need’ta pick a day for it to get’a goin’!” This hobby was a timeless classic and Joseph, at the very least, enjoyed every single second of it. Sure – poor Wesker really had to put up with the dynamic devious duo’s antics…but reall,y it could be worse? And just because they acted like such clowns didn’t mean they weren’t damn good at their jobs – sure, they made everyone laugh, but they were more than capable of holding their own and then some.

Still, Joseph had to snort in bemusement at the woman’s words. “Aw man, Wesky will live though! Captain might gotta stick the side of a redwood jammed up his ass but he’s not prob gonna let us get him down in any way."

Oh? “Sounds like a trade I’kin agree with~” The drunk blond chirped as he dropped the apple in her lap before he held his hand out for the vodka – of course he wouldn’t drink it all, merely a swig or few, and then he fully intended to pass it right along back to get.

Ahhh what a fine night this had already been..

[joseph-frost]

Furnulum pani nolo. [Rebecca & Joseph]

[doctorrebeccachambers]

‘Kinda happens I guess.’ 

It shouldn’t have. Maybe with other teams, yes. That would have been normal. But this team had survived against inhuman odds with each other. They had suffered loss together. They had… They had split apart. It was a sad, but very true fact. No use in moping over it - there was certainly nothing she could do about it now. 

But Joseph was right. It would be good to see them. Even just for a minute, Rebecca would trade almost anything for that chance. She had thought years and years ago that the action had caught up with her. She had thought that settling down and living a normal life was more the thing for her. She realized now that she was wrong. 

While she loved her job - the lives she saved - the miracles she was able to pull through with - she missed her old life. She missed the adventures and even the danger. But she realized also, going back to it now would never be the same. She wouldn’t have her team and they were what her old life really composed of. 

‘Hey!’ she heard the blond exclaim and was snapped out of her thoughts. She looked to him with doe eyes and dipped her head in agreement to what he’d said. Looking to her hand as he squeezed it, Rebecca let out a soft giggle. He had a way of making everything feel okay. He always had. 

Taking Bailey’s leash in her free hand, Rebecca stood from the bench then. She tugged at Joseph’s hand, “Let’s get going then, shall we?” Rebecca walked, beginning to lead the way back toward her home. 

[joseph-frost]

Even if they had remained together, in contact with one another…it didn’t change that so many of them were still gone. Their family was still broken…so many people still missing, still long gone, still lost with no chance of them ever one day returning.

Still without so many ways to actually fix it once again..

Well…now that he knew she wanted to see the others…well. This meant he could at least bring it up to Jill, right? While they might not be able to have the most normal of reunions, and it’d probably bring pain and tears, perhaps they could actually be able to draw in the other missing fragments who were still alive and spend time together, the lot of them, for a change.

Maybe it’d bring a smile to his friends’ faces…and that was what mattered the most, truly.

Either way he grinned towards her and got up, mindful of the dog but not minding her grip on his hand still. His trash would be discarded into a trash can by the side of the bench easily before he turned back to the young woman in order to better focus on her, nodding easily. “Yeah, let’s go~”

[alomarbsaa]

Jack on the Rocks (Joseph || Sheva)

[alomarbsaa]

More silence fell after she spoke, leaving Sheva to her over-analyzing mind. Wondering if she had said something wrong. Wondering if she had set him off in some way. After all, she knew that in some cases, thoughts liked to play the domino effect. One knocking down simply knocked down the whole lot of them. Not fun and she knew that from experience. Dwelling on horrible memories was an unhealthy thing to do. But the human mind happened to be far too attached to the bad and forgetful of the good. 

His grin returned. Though she didn’t miss the grimness behind it. After all, analyzing had once been her specialty. She didn’t bring it up. What he said next, however, both caught her off guard and frightened her. ‘Who said all of me survived?’ 

Sheva’s eyebrows scrunched with confusion. What had he meant by that…? Surely, all these little mishaps in conversation with him could have added up. But Sheva didn’t want to ruin the night. A million and one possibilities were running through her mind, but it wasn’t her job to figure this man out. He certainly hadn’t tipped off in any way that he was a terrorist. 

So she dropped it. Let it go. For now at least. Perhaps if she had continued to think on the subject, she would have figured him out then and there. Sheva was no fool after all, and she had quite the brain in that head of hers. But she hadn’t kept thinking. She laughed it off.

Looking up and following his gaze, the pier came closer and closer into view with each step the pair took together. And before she knew it, they were at the base of the dock. It was cooler here by the water, but still, Sheva walked forward until she was at the end of the dock. The water was seemingly black with only small ripples in disturbance from the soft breeze. 

Each ripple was illuminated by the moonlight and the stars hanging in the sky. In the distance, there was even a spot on the water that seemed to meet the sky. It was beautiful - it was soothing. “This is one of the first places I came when I moved here to America…” Sheva explained without looking to Joseph, “The city lights and business sort of.. frightened me. This place allowed me to get away from it all.”

[joseph-frost]

Joseph Frost was a hard man to actually get around to setting off in such a manner. This hadn’t always been the case – when he’d been younger he’d had one hell of a temper and then some on him, one of which that had gotten him in some trouble, but through the years as he’d grown he’d actually pulled his head out of his renegade punk ass and figured shit out. Besides…life was just too great to constantly be getting angry about things!

Even so, he didn’t know the woman’s own experiences with what had led to the ultimate destruction of Raccoon City…and anything else of the sort that went beyond it and his own knowledge. While she had given away that she had knowledge of at least some of the events that had happened back then he was also unaware to what full extent of the knowledge she might indeed have. Even better yet…after he spoke she chose to actually drop the subject so that they couldn’t reach into territory that would certainly have him quickly parting company with her for the night.

But that, thankfully, didn’t need to happen. He’d follow along with the younger woman until they both reached the end of the dock…his brown eyes staring out into the ocean actually quietly for the moment. Perhaps even musingly. So much he’d fought for in his life, so much he had lost..

“Ain’t gonna lie. It is beautiful here.” He winked at Sheva to indicate he wasn’t just meaning to view from the dock but her included in his playfully flirty statement. “I used’ta be all for the cities. The bright lights, the sounds, the people..guess Imma still the same. Jus’ gotta get used to it all over ‘gain.”

[thejill--valentine-deactivated2]

All Hallows Eve | Jill and Joseph

[thejill--valentine-deactivated2]

The hallway had been significantly fuller than the lavishly decorated kitchen, only a smattering of discarded cups lingering on the counter told of how many people once took up residency there. Apparently, they had all abandoned their posts for a quick grind on the makeshift dance floor. As she wandered towards the island counter, Jill found herself wondering with a short series of giggles if Barry was out there. Probably not, considering he was an old man with a resolute sense of principles. Unless it was his wife, Jill doubted the coot would be rubbing up against any young minx in costume, sheathed in skintight, bright plastic like a Christmas present. At least some of the guys in the hall were treating them like such, in the state of undress half of them were in. Absently she plucked up a few still full cups and dumped them down the sink, leaving the red plastic bottoms to glare mockingly at the ceiling. Jill knew the owners of those beverages weren’t returning, and though it was only three abandoned drinks, it made her feel better about leaving such a mess of her own.

“The Captain,” She mused, flicking over one of empty Dixie cups. In the quiet recesses of the kitchen, there wasn’t much need for yelling and her pitch automatically lowered. The music barely leeched through the doorway – maybe it was all the bodies that dampened the sound. “He’d burst that vein in his forehead, clench his fists all menacing like and probably give you so much paper work, you’d never see the light of day again. Maybe even demand that you shave your head before you come back.” If the man suddenly showed up at the department with blue hair, there would be quite the scene. Jill couldn’t raise protest – the color blue was by far her own favorite. Of course she wasn’t nearly as daring to dye her own hair the vibrant shade.

Jill hummed in delight when she came across a bottle of vodka in her explorations, lofting it for his examination. If their drinks were mixed with this, that meant a few different things for her. One – if she didn’t drink water, there would be a very nasty headache in the morning, Two – she wasn’t as drunk as she could be, and all of that alcohol was about to find her very quickly. It made her laugh, a light and carefree noise that followed her back towards the center of the kitchen as she pushed some of the debris out of the way and shakily hoisted herself up to sit.

Perching across from the fridge, glass bottle still clutched in her grip, Jill gave him a dazzling smile. “Let’s open this baby up, Beetle man, see if there are any snacks! I’m gonna make busy drinking this.” Her sentence was accented by a quirked brow and a jiggling of the bottle. The liquid inside sloshed musically and she wriggled it again for further emphasis. It was all the alcohol talking. Jill was a brave woman but most of her current speech was riddled with liquid courage and utter lack of concern of what left her mouth. Normally, she always tried to speak her mind but it was usually filtered for the sake those she spoke to and the ones around them. Their captain was a volatile and implosive man, and near constant exposure to his presence had even Christopher Redfield moving with soft steps and small voice. As she mulled over her drunken thoughts, she worked the cap off and took a swig of the vodka. It numbed her tongue and had goose bumps rising on her skin.

“Want some?” 

[joseph-frost]

The fun that the people in the hallway were having was all but nearly forgotten by the sight of the kitchen…then the fridge. Forget sex. Well…at least temporarily forget it. Food was on the agenda and he was ready to raid! Maybe later, after he and Jillybean parted company for the night, he could find himself a willing partner for some other sorts of fun that didn’t require for there to be a ton of other people around.

“So iffa I do it..” Joseph started with a drawl, words slightly slurred from the alcohol he’d already consumed, “…would’ja be willin’ and ready with a camera to take a photo of Wesky’s face?” The threat of more paperwork wasn’t exactly a terrible, or frightening, one. Considering he’d probably go with temporary dye as well the threat of having to shave off his hair wasn’t exactly concerning either – washing it out would work. So he was fairly certain this idea for a way to get their captain to flip his lid would be a go.

Heading over towards the fridge he glanced back Jilly’s way when she lofted up the bottle of vodka…some of the good shit if that label was anything to go by. A slow, easy grin appeared on the drunk man’s face and he totally moved to give the woman a thumb’s up, definitely pleased by her discovery. Considering the lack of other people in the kitchen it was like they could have their own private party – them, the booze, and Mr. Fridge riiiight over there.

Reachng out Joseph popped open the fridge, looking in it at all the goodies that lay inside. “So whacha wanna have, JillyBilly?” There was everything from regular foods, fruits, and various junk foods that needed to remain refrigerated to keep from spoiling. He’d grab an apple and lurch himself backwards away from the fridge with a giddy laugh, still able to flip it up in the air and catch it on the way down as he headed over to hop up next to her. Perhaps unlike many of the others the blond was not one who was overly intimidated or concerned as far as Albert Wesker was concerned – he respected the man and his leadership capabilities but that didn’t mean he ever held his tongue when it came to things…for the good and the bad that happened to bring. “Sure Ghosty-babe, pass it over.” He’d offer her the fruit as temporary trade for it.

[alomarbsaa]

Jack on the Rocks (Joseph || Sheva)

[alomarbsaa]

Sheva smirked at Joseph as he complained childishly. She wondered in the back of her mind though, whether there was a part of him that honestly wanted to stay. All he would have to say was that he didn’t want to leave. Sheva would accept the fact. She had spent many nights in bars like these. Many nights, she had passed her own alcohol content limits. She had learned the hard way to defend herself against obnoxious drunks. But he didn’t complain further. 

Instead, he stood with her and commented on meeting her again some time. The thought was a nice one. Sheva had many acquaintances… Faces she was familiar with and exchanged everyday friendly words with. But friends were another story. They were something Sheva had been in short supply of lately. And the idea of having a friend completely free of professional ties was refreshing. 

After the blond slapped down his own tip, he and Sheva walked outside. Sheva bobbed her head at his words, agreeing that the fresh air would be good. All the while, she continued to hug herself for warmth though. She was never one for cold weather. 

They walked in silence for a while and at her question, she could sense the tension in the man beside her. She almost immediately regretting having asked the question. Opening her mouth, Sheva was prepared to apologize for it, but Joseph answered her then. 

‘Raccoon City.’

Sheva’s heart nearly stopped in her chest. Her eyebrows furrowed as she shot a look at him. Stared at him. She’d heard stories about the city — mostly from files she had had the chance to read through the years. “I…” Sheva started, shaking her head slowly, “I’m so sorry, Joseph…” 

Biting her lip, she looked away from him and down at the concrete beneath her feet as they moved. “I’ve heard stories…” she explained, shoulders rising and falling in a shrug, “What you survived.. I can’t even imagine it.” That wasn’t entirely the truth, though. Sheva had been in too many fight or flight situations. She had been forced to make difficult decisions for her own survival. 

She understood what he had been through. Just as any other survivor would. “You know, they say everything happens for a reason,” Sheva chuckled, trying to lighten the mood, “Whatever happened there.. I’m sure it made you stronger.”

[joseph-frost]

Simply enough if Joseph had honestly and truly wanted to stay he merely would've stayed. Good-natured though he was, even at times to a fault, if there was something he honestly didn't want to do he simply would not do it. That stubborn streak had never left him, even with so many years ripped outta his life, he was just complaining for the sake of the matter.

Brrrr though. While Joseph's body did run hotter than normal for a person - yet another wonderful little add on from the infection - it by no means meant that he didn't get cold...he sure as hell did, and this night was a chilly one in particular. Bleeh. Ah well. He wasn't especially much for complaining further on that matter - their walking was doing well from keeping it to get too uncomfortable after all. And the change in conversation to something that made him on edge did wonders too in keeping the man's mind off the cold.

...so she had heard of it then..

While he had missed most of the carnage - missed being there for his friends as they one by one died - he still grimaced at the woman's words. Sorrys didn't bring back the dead. They didn't set things back to right, made things back to how they used to be. But he wasn't angry or upset at Sheva, not at all, merely....merely himself. Instead his grin reappeared, a grim one, before his eyes settled briefly back on her.

"Who said all of me survived?" The words were both joking and truth, but he elaborated no more on it, instead glancing forwards again as the pier came into sight.