(a couple days late) WIP wednesday, tagged by @savage-rhi
haven't done a ton of writing lately, so I've got quite a few WIP mods and some of Dog Years chapter 3. super fuck ass Luis hair bun styles because editing hair models is hard and some pride themed outfit textures
and fic:
“Hey, there's an injection mark here,” The agent looking at him says to another one, like Leon isn't even there. “So I guess we can add administering a bioweapon on a living subject to his charges, or is it a different charge because he used it on himself? Can't remember.”
“We can worry about the bureaucracy later, for now let's just focus on him getting him somewhere secure ASAP before he starts turning.”
“I'm not going to turn,” Leon chimes in. “Elpis isn't a fucking virus, it's a cure. I had late stage T-Virus, all the symptoms, after the Elpis injection I was fine. Nothing's going to happen.”
“You don't know that. Could be that whatever it is just cleared out the T-Virus so it could set up shop and you're just on borrowed time and you'll start getting sick again any minute. We're not going to take risks just because you tell us that you feel okay and think the random thing made by Umbrella you injected yourself with was a cure. You'll be treated as an imminent threat unless we find a reason to believe you.”
Leon gets to ride in the back of a reinforced truck, sandwiched between two armed wolves, of course.
“I hope Chris is wherever the hell you're taking me, because I've got some questions for him.”
The agents are back to ignoring him.
When they finally make it to the BSAA facility, there's some confusion and bickering. One wants to take him to an interrogation room to wait for Captain Redfield, the others argue the interrogation rooms aren't considered strong and secure enough to hold B.O.W.’s which they're treating Leon as for the time being, so he needs to go down in a maximum security holding cell. The one in favor of the interrogation room quickly backs down and Leon gets escorted down a maze of a hallway, down in an elevator, and then through another maze that has multiple checkpoints where his escorts have to scan badges and use keys to open doors.
Finally Leon gets down to what's going to be his new home. It seems the BSAA was ill prepared for a situation like this. With the height of the ceiling and lack of furniture beyond a toilet in a corner, Leon suspects that this is a cell that's only ever been intended for actual monsters, not people like Leon who are still, well, people, but considered too much of a risk to put up in another cell with more comforts.
“Just when I thought I couldn't feel any more unwelcome from being in cuffs and ignored, you found a way to get there by throwing me into a room where I'll be sleeping on a concrete floor,” It's an actual complaint, but Leon wants to keep things light and not piss anyone off too badly right now, until he talks to someone in charge and gets a better idea of what's going on. “Am I going to be eating food poured on the floor? This still isn't as bad as some of the accommodations the military has put me up in.”
“We have someone grabbing a cot and some bedding to bring down here right now. And of course clean clothing and towels so you can shower. We can also have a meal brought down now if you're getting hungry,” Now the agent's voice is softer. “We're doing what we think is right and necessary to keep people safe, but we don't want to be cruel to you.”
This adds some fuel to Leon's optimistic theory that what's happening to him isn't entirely above board. They didn't seem concerned about being cruel before, it's only now that they're in a heavily monitored facility in a room lined with cameras that they're suddenly worried about his comfort and needs. Clearly they had some permission because no one objected to him being brought in, but he wouldn't be surprised if the way they went about his arrest and transport wasn't entirely legit.
“Not hungry, and not really in the mood to take a shower when I'm visible through a giant glass wall and have three cameras watching me. But I wouldn't mind a med injector or some herbs. Or a can or two of first aid spray if I'm too dangerous to be allowed to touch anything with a needle.”
“We already plan to send someone in to assess you condition regarding infection, but I'll tell them you also have wounds that need treatment.”
Leon sits down on the floor. Eventually a couple people come in. Like the other agent mentioned, they set up a cot for him. As well as a folding table and chairs, and one leaves for a moment before coming back in with a ladder to put up some blinds blocking the glass. Leon actually is a little bit impressed that they're bothering to give him privacy. Not real privacy since there's still the security cameras, but still, covering the glass will certainly make him feel like he has more privacy. They end up setting down a tray of food and clean clothes and towels on the table before leaving. Which Leon ignores. Even with the blinds, he still isn't in the mood to shower, and he feels too on edge about his situation to have much of an appetite.
He continues to sit on the floor, despite the new furniture. Probably some of his stubbornness, refusing to accept anything the BSAA offers him. Someone comes back eventually, trying to convince him to eat and get himself cleaned up before someone comes in to draw blood and look at his wounds.
“Look, I'm not cooperating with anything else until I get a little chat with Chris and some confirmation that you didn't just fucking kidnap me out of the blue. Not going to let anyone poke and prod at me until then. Get his ass in here and I'll eat and be a good boy and let someone draw blood, but until then I'm not going to make anything easy.”
“You don't need to keep reminding me that you want Chris, I heard you the first dozen times,” The agent still isn't being as cold and impatient as he was back in the camp, but his new patience is beginning to wear thin and there's less gentleness in his tone. But Leon isn't going to give in. He won't try to escape or fight, but he's not going to enthusiastically cooperate and do everything he's told without getting some real answers about his situation, like the legality of his arrest and what the hell is going to happen to him now that he is locked up in a high security BSAA cell. And Chris is the only person who Leon thinks would actually give him some straight answers, and, if Leon's (unlikely) theory that the Hound Wolf Squad may have been going rogue and arrested Leon without proper orders turns out to be true, get him released from custody. “I have talked to the captain. He knows you're here, and he knows that you really want to talk to him. He said he'll come here to talk as soon as he's able to, but it's going to be a while– right now he's on his way into Raccoon City because he wants to do a walk through and get a look at the site with his own eyes ASAP. So you'll be waiting a long time if you're really going to hold out for him.”
“Yeah, I'm sure he'll take his time. But I'm stubborn enough to outlast him.”
This stemmed from my desire to see a Leon and Jill team up in Requiem. 'Coz Jill deserves to be kicking butt with Leon (along with Claire, but I'm too in a rush to add more characters in this comic). I headcanon that Leon and Jill have a sibling dynamic with Jill lightly bullying him at times lol.
Special thanks to @theycallmedarling for the proofread and to @loveiscosmicsin for the support! Also I made this more Jarlos for you guys hehe.
Special thanks to @theycallmedarling for proofreading and for fixing my awful English and for @loveiscosmicsin for the support and suggestions. Was inspired by @cryran88 's fic.
This is set sometime after RE2. And since the remakes never really gave remake scenes of this part of the lore, I made my own spin of the "deal" part and made it... harsher. I imagined Leon tried to visit Sherry as often as he could but couldn't visit more often in later years and kinda lost contact (just my headcanon). But I think he reconnected with Sherry after the events of RE6 and then we get their dynamic in RE9 where he can be a dad to her again.
He's sad in the last panel because he thinks he'll never be free.
Special thanks to @loveiscosmicsin for making sure my English is alright.
It's literally the same principle as making ramen in the microwave, but you snap the pasta in half because it doesn't come in those nice little bricks.
Ada, Luis... I say this as an atheist... you need God. Or something. I don't know, maybe a lick of common sense? I dunno, maybe you just need to learn what's used for what in a kitchen.
It's literally the same principle as making ramen in the microwave, but you snap the pasta in half because it doesn't come in those nice little bricks.
It's literally the same principle as making ramen in the microwave, but you snap the pasta in half because it doesn't come in those nice little bricks.
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