re9!Leon ask/rp blog. Character and mun are both oldies - er adults. Please consider this space 18+ at minimum. Mun will probably end up writing Muse a bit ooc at points, cause like have you seen canon Leon ever deal with mundane instances?
Please be aware that the game is a rated M game, I am only really comfortable rp'ing with adults. Curate your space please.
Multi-ship friendly - Non selective? [thats the term right?] Lit roleplayer
Playlist for this Leon RULES - please read HEADCANONS
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Past Alcoholism (referencing movie-verse) - Possible suicidal ideations
RP NOTE: I have a tendency to respond when I am free, usually this is Weekends or sporadically throughout the week.
#OldManRambles : For everything in character asks/in-character posts.
#Polaroids : Art / Screenshots of Leon.
#Scrapbook : For everything RE related thats not Leon.
#Lostnotes : Fanfiction reblogs - make sure to check for the 18+ tag too
#Requiem : Aesthetic tag
#ForgottonPostscards : Long and rare tag that will be used for any art that is drawn by the Mun.
#munspeaks : A classic for mun ramblings.
#behindcloseddoors : 18+ tag, anything nsfw will be under this tag - and I mean anything thats not something I deem could be in a PG13 movie. I wont rp out explicit scenes on reblogs.
#tw [triggers] : While the major (past) triggers are referenced above so people are aware, if there is anything I deem that could be triggering for the followers I will do my best to tag them.
#Kid 1 / Kid 2 : Sherry and Grace specific tags.
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If you see other tags on reblogs, they are IC and what Mun deems Leon's thoughts.
Damn, she loves having a partner that she doesn't have to keep an eye on constantly. She doesn't usually get to work with the senior officers at the BSAA very often, usually she's paired up with a rookie that needs a good set of eyes on them, even for a milk run. This is like. The complete opposite of that. Even among the senior officers, she unequivocally trusts like, four of them with her life when it comes down to it. Even fewer people outside the organization have that 'honor', and honestly, the list is kind of just him, Sherry, and Claire.
Nothing on the computer is especially shocking. Sales receipts, meetings that have happened, or will happen. Stuff they can pass on to the DSO and BSAA. She pulls all of it onto a USB and turns back to Leon, who she watches for a moment before speaking up. "Got everything over here. You?"
Leon smiled as she went to the computer, leaving him with the task of gathering up the flammables. A fun job, he might add - he couldnt wait to cause a little havoc. The old man so rarely got to hinder the remnants of Umbrella often. And, it was nice to have a reliable partner for once. Not a damsel that needed him to watch her - or a overeager kid. Briefly he thought of a old partner he had once, for one mission - but that memory was old and fuzzy at this point that her face didn't come up right. It only caused him to pause briefly before he grabbed another tank. He would look more into that mission later to jog his memory it was probably the stress of his current mission that kept him from being able to focus.
Another canister was added to the pile - if he angled them just right he could turn them on and then flick on that pilot light that was off to the side. They could get out of the building with time to spare and watch the fireworks.
"Anything decent, or typical stuff?" Leon asked as he meticulously adjusted the haphazard pile to his liking.
"Pretty average. Whether you want to call that unfortunate or fortunate I'll leave up to you," she tells him. "Less work for whoever has to go over this stuff for the official reports at the end of the day, I guess." Maybe they'll get another lead to another operation, but she's not worried about that right now.
Their work is endless, and if she regularly tried to think about the next steps and what the web of bioterrorists and wannabe bioweapons dealers looked like, she'd go insane. She watches him stack cannisters for a moment, leaning slightly against the desk. "Should I be worried about how efficient you are with that? Or better yet, maybe I should be asking what happened to make it so you're good at it."
Leon just hummed at her analysis of the information. "Both, probably." He answered before taking a step back to look at his handiwork. "But its probably just a spark of creativity" Reaching out he angled another of the canisters just right so that it wouldn't blow up to wildly before the others. "I cant really answer either question beyond that though," Leon admitted after a moment fully leaving his little art project to lean against the desk that held the pilot light. "I could blame all the interesting situations that my job puts me into, but of course you could say the same."
After a moment he sighed and looked back at the pile. "So, here's the plan though," Lifting his hand Leon mentioned to the canisters first. "I'm going to turn one on to leak out - not all of them have to be on, just one furthest away so that it can fill the room up well enough. Then, as we are leaving I'm going to hit this little light. Then by the time we are hopefully far enough away the gas will reach the flame and just," He made a goofy explosion noise and mimicked what would happen with his hands. "Problem solved then." Leon felt a little proud of himself.
"I could say the same, but I'm not usually the one blowing shit up - it's usually the automated self-destruct systems or a mutated bioweapon requiring a little more...firepower. Not usually because I'm actively trying to get rid of samples." Which, come to think of it, she wouldn't be opposed to doing this more often. She's getting too old to care about doing things by the book when the book is so corrupted.
Jill listens carefully to his plan and then nods. The hopefully far enough away bit doesn't exactly inspire a ton of confidence, but she knows he knows what he's doing. Besides that, they've both been in worse spots than an explosion they set off themselves.
"Oh, thanks for the sound effects. That really helps set the scene, Kennedy," Jill snorts. "Yeah, okay. Well, shouldn't be anything really stopping us, right? Building is cleared except for the couple of BOW's left in that hall...don't think any of those are going to survive an explosion. You get everything on your DSO checklist?"
The old agent nodded and gave a few noises in agreement. That sounded about right, usually the large monsters they dealt with usually needed something a little more than flimsy little canisters. But honestly, he hadn't thought to look for a self destruct system. Quickly he gave the room another once over - yeah, nope, there wasn't anything more high tech than some early 2000's computer. Why where they so old anyways? Eh, he wasn't paid enough to care at this point.
With a short, but joyous laugh he beamed. "Of course Agent Valentine, my pleasure any time." The mirth quickly melted from his face though as he returned back to work mode - doing a mental check list. "We have basic information, I can contact my handler and explain the um, 'accident', there shouldn't be anything vital." It wasn't like they where hiding a presidents daughter in their laboratory or anything. "What about you, do you need anything for the BSAA?"
At the pub, the bartender tells Leon his food and drinks are covered for the rest of the evening.
"Your patron wants to remain anonymous unless you want company, but they said you looked like you could use some kindness."
The older man leans back, looking around with a soft smirk resting on his slightly unkept face.
"Oh yeah, well tell them they are welcome to come join, if not - thank you for the pick up." He raises his glass of whiskey hoping that the mysterious compatriot saw him, and his thanks. Leon found it amusing, but sweet. He didn't think that he looked to rough, but it had been a long mission and he had just gotten back into town, hadnt even had a chance to head home to change. Sometimes, a whiskey was much needed.
Nodding, the bartender gathered up some empty glasses nearby and hustled off somewhere on the other side of the place.
Within a couple of minutes, the figure of a lady manifested almost like a phantom in the seat next to his; short in stature, no taller than five foot, with cotton candy pink hair, bright green eyes, probably around mid thirties; she set an untouched plate of catfish poboy and fries before her, an attractive purple drink in her opposite hand.
"Hope this is something you really want instead of feeling obliged," she mused, taking a sip, "I don't do good deeds cause I want something."
Leon leaned on his hand looking over at her with a slight raised brow. Curious critter she was, the old man looked her over just once before giving her a genuine smile and shifting to turn and face her. "Nah, I dont suggest a while generous, stranger to join if I didnt feel curious about them." Lifting his drink he took a sip, the burn down his throat a welcome sensation.
Then with a wave of his glass laden hand he mentioned to well all of her. "You are quite a bold lady aren't you?" He didn't mean it as a insult, but a praise. "I haven't seen pink hair in a dogs age." The last time he had seen such fun hair it was Ashley dressing up for a Halloween thing she decided to drag him too. She had just pulled a few strings with her dad and he had been, obliged to go. But, he had still had fun. "It looks good," Leon added after a moment finally realizing that his words might come off as more of a insult than a praise.
"Leon," He offered his hand with a smile.
A smile curled at her lips--marked with a scar on the left side from the underside of her chin to the corner of her nose.
"Bold?" she chuckled, "Been called that before, albeit in less flattering ways."
With a warm confidence she accepted his handshake, a few conspicuous but lovely rings on her fingers; in fact, this lady had a liking for flashy jewelry: both ears had four pairs of pretty gemstone studs and hoops along the lobe and shell, with the bottom-most pair being attractive abalone pendant earrings with a matching necklace.
Hm. Rough, calloused hands and fingers, easily engulfing her dainty ones. Definitely does something working with them.
"Opal. Pleasure to make your acquaintance."
Noticing no plates or cutlery at his seat, she offered:
"Have you eaten yet? I did mean it when I said I'd cover your food and drink. It'd be weird if I sat here munchin while you got nuthin."
"Pleasure," Leon's eyebrow quirked up as he pulled his hand back, as he listened to her speak. "Ah, I originally just came here for a drink," He held up his glass and clinked the melting ice to the side. "But, I'll never say no to some greasy bar food." It was like a treat, he rarely let himself eat greasy food anymore - mostly because he was getting older and it never sat right anymore. But he had some antacids in his car, so there was no harm in indulging a little.
He turned and waved down the bartender before asking. "So, what brings you to this side of town?" Not that it was a bad side of town, but this bar usually only had older men like him at this time of night.
"Was tabling at a market that ran late," she answered, biting into her sandwich, "figured I deserved a treat. Plus, this is my usual watering hole."
Tilting her glass back, she finished it off, vibrantly polished fingers politely sliding the empty glass towards the barkeep when she came back at Leon's beckoning.
"I'll have a skinny walk-me-down, please."
Propping her chin on her elbow, Opal gave her new drinking buddy a once-over, humming softly.
"What about you? I noticed you when you came in, carrying yourself like a tired old dog with worn out paws."
She cocked her head to the side with a coy expression, her voice lilting and playful.
"Given those puppy eyes under your brows, I'd say it's an apt description."
Leon nodded, "A reward is always needed after a long day.", then he turned to the bartender as he came over to take their order, pointing to a simple burger and fries on the menu after Opan called out her order he smiled and slide the man a tip before returning his attention to the wild woman beside him.
He leaned on his hand as she spoke, then let a low chest deep rumbling laugh roll over his shoulders. "Well, you aren't wrong," Leon felt the soreness in his back throb gently at the words. Missions where getting a bit harder in his advancing age. "It was just a really long work day for a government lackey like me."
Lifting his drink he took another tender sip, content to nurse the alcohol.
He hummed, "Not a huge fish guy," Leon said lightly, his mind briefly touching older memories of almost getting devoured by fish like creatures. "But next time I will try that burger." The bartender came and plopped the simple cheeseburger Leon had ordered in front of him and he took a lovely beef rendered fry into his mouth chewing it thoughtfully as he listened to Opal.
"A much more interesting job than mine," Leon admitted picking up another fry and popping it in his mouth. Damn, when was the last time he let himself have such delicious bar food? "You sell a lot?" He could keep dodging the question, but he wanted to deflect just enough. "As for me, nothing special just a government lackey doing this and that." Leon left out the truth, letting the light inklings fall flat between them. It was a horrid explanation but he hoped she would just talk about her own work.
"I get it, I get it, it's classified; I'm not gonna press you."
Familiar with that kind of dodging; but, Opal sensed no malice, only a deep fatigue and melancholy.
Fishing her phone from her back pocket, Opal flipped to a photo of her stall from that day; various ceramics, curios, and jewelry decorated the table--painted and filligreed animal bones and skulls set with pretty stones, mugs, bowls, and plates with various designs inked or stamped/carved onto them.
An eccentric, if slightly macabre, assortment of bric-ร -brac.
"I usually sell out when I table at these kinds of events; I'm fortunate in that aspect."
Lifting her drink to her lips, she took a decent swig, sighing wistfully after it went down.
The older man did his best to keep the relieved sigh from being to obvious, instead he scooted closer looking at the phone she showed him. Honestly, her work was pretty darn impressive - it looked like she had a wide skill set which was even more surprising to him. Although, maybe he should be? Leon thought to himself, he wasn't often around creative types because of his work. Maybe having so many talents was a normal thing?
He nodded, taking a sip of his drink to cut through the grease of his food. "Its impressive," Leon said, mentioning to the picture. "I'm sure its because your work is well made and your popular." Well, she did seem to be - selling out all of her work? "You'll have to forgive this old man, I'm a little ignorant when it comes to the arts," Only arts he really appreciated was a good car and jacket. He popped another fry and chewed thoughtfully before asking. "What is your favorite kind of thing to make?" She made so many different things, the curiosity was natural - at least to him.
One she quietly mulled over while she finished off her sandwich, wiping a stray bit of tomato from the corner of her mouth with a napkin before taking another swallow of her cocktail, swirling it around in her hands afterwards.
"Mugs."
Her gaze returned to his.
"Many people start their day with coffee. Something about making something someone likes so much to include it with their little start-the-day ritual is charming. Intimate, in a way."
She propped her chin on her elbow.
"How about you? Do you have anything you like to make? Any hobbies?"
"Coffee mugs?" He mused thoughtfully as he picked up his drink to sip on. He himself started the day with coffee - well if he got the chance too. Taking a sip he smiled. "A nice way to think about it." As the drink delightfully burned going down he mulled over what she just asked.
Did he really have any hobbies? Leon didn't make anything like her, he didn't have the time. Lifting a hand he touched the pocket of his coat and felt a stupid smile teasing his lips.
"I like to collect media players," He chuckled and pulled out a older model that he had found by chance at a pawn shop he had walked into when he was off one day. It was scuffed, but worked well enough. "I don't have much time to learn how to create anything."
"That's not a bad habit," she mused, "At home I have a turntable and a modest library of vinyls of my favorite bands, so in a similar vein?"
Another swallow of her drink.
"That busy, huh?"
The fan kicked on and cool air from the vent wafted a complex but pleasant scent to him. Her perfume? She wasn't drenched in it by any means, but the sudden burst of air splashed a wave of heady sweetness, with an underlying muskiness; as it swirled in his sinuses, it seemed to make him tingle and flush in a good way.
"You like video games? You probably play Animal Crossing to unwind.~"
Opal scrunched her face playfully.
"No worries, though."
Purse jingling, she proudly hoisted it up to show off one of a small clatter of keychains attached to her fob, a tiny metal Master Sword.
"I'm a nerd in more ways than one, if you haven't figured that out.~"
He smiled and gave a brief nod. "Similar yeah, I have some vinyls too. Their nice to have around." Leon gazed down at the old ipod, probably one of the first versions of the player. Turning it over in his large gloved hand he smiled softly.
Leon gave a gentle cough to clear his lungs of the scent before nodding. "I dont have a lot of time to relax," The old agent frowned lightly. "Animal Crossing? I have several old playstation games - a old system from my childhood... Haven't had a lot of time to play anything newer. " Although it wasn't like he really wanted too, he was content with the older items. Shifting he leaned and gently reached out to hold one of the keychains that hung off her fob. They where nicely crafted.
"I can see that," He chuckled. Man, he felt slightly out of his depth. But that wasn't getting in the way of his enjoyment of the conversation - Opal was a curious and bright character and he was greatly appreciative that she was carrying the conversation when his attempts to continue it often fell flat. The old man tried none the less though, and reaching for another keychain he tapped it. "Which is this one from?" He desperately wished he recognized any of them. Although, the sword did ring a bell.
Father what was it like having to ride a dinosaur to school back in your day (โ สโ แดโ สโ โฟโ )
"Are you asking what I was driven to school as a kid in or, drove to school while a teen?" Leon asked rubbing his face. "Because I don't remember the former, the latter was my Jeep - and it wasn't that much of a dinosaur." He wiggles his finger at her. "But if you are saying that I literally rode a dinosaur you know that's not true young lady."
Leon's eyes squint gently at her, and while his tone has a scolding flavor to it; its soft and playful clearly saying that he is not actually irritated.
Leon sighed, and reached out to give her a pat on the head. It was quick, and he couldnt help but chuckle as he leaned back and looked at the ceiling. "I ruined it because I know I'm old," He chastised with no real enmity a smile decorating his face softly.
His head spun a little as the next words he said where decorated with confusion; "I sit like a old person?" What did that even mean? A frown gently settled on his brow as he shifted trying to analyze what she could possibly mean.
"Old.. Old person lean?" Leon frowned, what did that even mean? "And that's because I'm not wrinkling my forehead or anything."
Carefully he lifted a hand and poked at the lines he knew where there. He suspected he looked like his dad - although he didn't remember what that old man looked like.
Leon quirked his eyebrow at her fondly. Reaching out he gently ruffled her hair. "Well, don't give me a reason yeah kiddo?" The old agent said with a soft chuckle.
