Leland Coyle [Resident Evil version]

Leland Coyle [clone] [From Outlast Trials] Resident evil AU Art done by the lovely nobody-fromweb. Mun is 21+ Mun is not muse. Sideblog to Eater-of-flesh

[bitethevessel]

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sometimes you just wanna have fun on the dash, and that’s okay!

[parasiticoyle]

“Officer you look… different.. Very different. Am I hallucinating?”

@the-poorest-reagent

The officer slowly rose to his full height. The tail swished slowly behind him as his clawed hand moved to grab his jaw and cracked it back in position. The broken brick laid down at his feet as the creature slowly stepped towards the reagent. "I've.. gotten an upgrade honey. Don need no 30 pound carbatter anymore to make you ride the lightning now..." The tail swished and when it hit the wall, static rose and the sound of lightning striking the ground coursed loudly through the area. @the-poorest-reagent

[lovettelle]

redraw

[parasiticoyle]

You’re pretty cool looking to be honest with you.

"Oh honey, you don't know how long I've been waiting to hear that. Cooler than my human versions?"

[parasiticoyle]

“Hey, we’re both ruined by bioweapons. That’s… fun.”

- @winterstorm17

"Well, ain't that a kick in the shitter? I wouldn' call it ruined tho doll. More an... improvement on the original fuck-o. A man needs a lil strange every now n then.. just to know he is alive." The BOW leaned back against the wall as his tail coiled around his leg like a whip. Smoke puffed through his nose as he held that cigar between his sharp teeth. One blue eye glowing behind the shades.

"God wouldn't have given me these liberties if he didn't intend me to exercise them. Its those Whitecoats jacked me way fuckin up, putting me to work, an keeping me blitzed on bennies."

@winterstorm17

[winterstorm17]

"You remind me of Lucas in all of the worst ways."

Ethan stood in front of the BOW, left hand open.

"My... difference is a lot less physically visible. Mainly just here."

He holds up his hand, and two black masses are where his ring finger and pinky should be.

"I can't die, though. Or, it's very hard for me to die."

[parasiticoyle]

"Honey, we all die. Some need some extra effort to kill em but in the end. We all die. Be it bodily... or mentally."

He eyes the hand and slightly leans forward, taking in the scent.

"Is Lucas like Ed Gregor? Before them soldiers got me out, was sharing a hallway with others... like me. They called us Prime Assets. Once property of a company named Murkoff, the Sinyala facility once ran by a Dr Easterman."

Coyle scoffed and looked around. His tail slowly uncurled and swayed side to side, agitated at the name. The tip hits the wall and sparks of electricity jumped off.

"I remember my fellow Assets... Barbi, Gooseberry, Molova, Kress... all of em like me. Some stupid project to see if a BOW... can be charismastic. Sway a crowd."

He stares at Ethan carefully. "Didn't catch your name son... what do they call ya?" @winterstorm17

[winterstorm17]

"Ethan. And no, Lucas was just a kid who was destroyed by the same thing as me. Put up elaborate traps to kill people. Faked an entire science lab just so he could keep up his traps."

[parasiticoyle]

"Just a kid... being a kid don excuse for sum of the behavior shown in em. Need a good ol spanking or whooping if ya ask me. Especially if he portraying one of em whitecoats." Coyle looked at the man before him, his tail swayed slowly side to side..

"So... what illness did they gave you for having black spots like a fucking plague..."

[a-cheap-knockoff]

"What I wouldn't give for a handful of pistachios." @parasiticoyle

"Hah, I never really liked them, you'd probably have a better chance getting some from my old boss- if you can find him, that is."

[parasiticoyle]

"And who is your old boss honey? Damn whitecoats been keeping the good stuff away from me... say I need to listen... but thing is... creatures like me, we don like to listen."

@a-cheap-knockoff

[a-cheap-knockoff]

"You sound like he'd hate you, ironically enough- the man was all about order, safety, keeping things exactly how he wanted them, didn't allow for much deviation.

His name was Derek Simmons, and he was a bastard of a man, too obsessed with having things his way to the point it fucked over everyone around him. Last I heard, he was killed. But men like that always find a way, and if a body was never recovered then..."

[parasiticoyle]

"All of em hate me cause they wanna be me. But there gotta be laws around em place. Otherwise world going down full of chaos in a hand basket.

Sounds like a guy who could use a good bennie. Nah, I am stuck with some brand called Connections. Keeping me leashed like a goddamn dog. But you're right honey. They ain't dead until a body is found and preferable fried. Ya wanna see real evil shit? Check the cellar of a filthy rich person."

[a-cheap-knockoff]

"Oh, trust me, I was in the cellar of a filthy rich person. Fucker had me working for him since I was fifteen- had me think I was doing good, furthering science- then replaced my body with the woman he was obsessed with, no wonder she left him, fucking...

As long as he stays out of my life, I suppose I can't be too upset, it did nearly kill me, after all.

The Connections? I seem to recall him having some contact with your group, they're sort of a more underground continuation of Umbrella, right?"

[parasiticoyle]

"Hah... called about being obsessed. I have seen my share of fucked up jay-walking shitheads at the Connections. Whoever thought it was wise to fucking clone whatever Murkoff produced... That guy got his head stuck in the mud. And they decided to up the ant with a fucking virus as well.

Got em weird lil guy thinking he is a baby, some age regression shit with eyes all over his body. Good shooter but he looks really... disgusting. And there is this provocative woman who thinks her dad is the fucking goose on her hand. She is massive, bigger than I am. Some weird guy obsessed with sewing with... I think it's tyrant.

At least they gave me one that starts with the letter of my name! C virusm aka Coyle virus now. Hehehehehehe."

@a-cheap-knockoff

[mournedknight]

Tried something new,, 💭

[miss-ashcroft]

"It's like... waking up in reverse. You come out of the fog and wake up in the nightmare." @parasiticoyle

"Wh- uh- w-who are you?"

[parasiticoyle]

"Name's Coyle... Leland Coyle... or clone number.... 271... whatever those whitecoats call me... Don't tell em whitecoats I got outta my cell, been wantin to stretch my legs. "

@miss-ashcroft

[miss-ashcroft]

"U-uh- yeah, sure! You're actually not-not the first clone I've met, s-so I guess I can understand, from an outside perspective, anyway."

[parasiticoyle]

"Not em first... not em last. Got a big guy 2 cells down. 8 ft big fuck-o singing about what his momma always said. Fucking obsessed with sewing and finding his bride. All lunatics where we are. But... just say Coyle of Officer. Both work, darlin."

[miss-ashcroft]

"O-officer? H-how are you with the police if you're a-a clone? I didn't think they le-let you out for things like that?"

[parasiticoyle]

"Well, my original... was a sergeant. Died in the 60s aparently and em whitecoates made me to his image.. just better, improved. More deadly, they started calling me sergeant, officer. Trying to see if I think I am.. truly him. But they did not get all em memories in me..."

His head cocked as he stared at the woman before him, eyebrow raised behind the shades.

"I remember the trials... I still am wired to certain... behaviors even though I never took part in them."

[poohsources]

🐝  *  ―  𝑺𝑼𝑴𝑴𝑬𝑹 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑩𝑬𝑨𝑪𝑯 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺. (  add " + " to reverse the action  )

❛  you're going to burn in the sun if you don't put on sunscreen.  ❜

❛  i got sand everywhere. e-v-e-r-y-w-h-e-r-e.  ❜

❛  come on, the water is perfect!  ❜

❛  i haven't been to the beach in ages.  ❜

❛  can you help me look for seashells, please?  ❜

❛  you're not seriously building a sandcastle right now.  ❜

❛  if we leave now, we can still catch the sunset.  ❜

❛  you make even the hottest days feel bearable.  ❜

❛  i wish summer could last forever.  ❜

❛  i'm not sharing my popsicle with you; get your own.  ❜

❛  that seagull is looking at your food suspiciously.  ❜

❛  are you trying to get sunscreen in my hair? if so, you're doing a great job.  ❜

❛  did you seriously forget the towels?  ❜

❛  if you splash me even once, this means war.  ❜

❛  i think i swallowed half the ocean.  ❜

❛  this is why i don't like the beach.  ❜

❛  i already told you i'm not getting in the water.  ❜

❛  it's summer, how can you still be this cold?  ❜

❛  i didn't think i'd be spending my summer with you of all people ... but i'm really glad i did.  ❜

❛  i should have known you'd be dramatic about sand.  ❜

[ sunscreen ] sender helps receiver put on some sunscreen

[ splash ] sender splashes receiver in the water

[ float ] sender and receiver float together in the water

[ ice cream ] sender takes receiver to go get some ice cream

[ sandcastle ] sender and receiver build a sandcastle together

[ volleyball ] sender and receiver play beach volleyball

[ bonfire ] sender and receiver attend a beach bonfire

[ sand ] sender buries receiver in the sand

[ shells ] sender gives receiver a pretty seashell they found

[ aloe ] sender gently puts aloe on receiver's sunburn

[ shade ] sender pulls receiver into the shade

[ wave ] sender pulls receiver closer when the waves get rough

[ stars ] sender and receiver lie on the beach until the stars come out

[ shiver ] sender notices receiver is cold after swimming

[ ferris wheel ] sender and receiver ride a ferris wheel at a seaside fair

[ rain ] sender and receiver get caught in warm summer rain

[ beach ] sender and receiver go to the beach together

[ market ] sender and receiver explore a market together

[ beach promenade ] sender and receiver walk along the beach promenade taking in the view

[ sunset ] sender and receiver watch the sunset together

[parasiticoyle]

“Hey, we’re both ruined by bioweapons. That’s… fun.”

- @winterstorm17

"Well, ain't that a kick in the shitter? I wouldn' call it ruined tho doll. More an... improvement on the original fuck-o. A man needs a lil strange every now n then.. just to know he is alive." The BOW leaned back against the wall as his tail coiled around his leg like a whip. Smoke puffed through his nose as he held that cigar between his sharp teeth. One blue eye glowing behind the shades.

"God wouldn't have given me these liberties if he didn't intend me to exercise them. Its those Whitecoats jacked me way fuckin up, putting me to work, an keeping me blitzed on bennies."

@winterstorm17

[winterstorm17]

"You remind me of Lucas in all of the worst ways."

Ethan stood in front of the BOW, left hand open.

"My... difference is a lot less physically visible. Mainly just here."

He holds up his hand, and two black masses are where his ring finger and pinky should be.

"I can't die, though. Or, it's very hard for me to die."

[parasiticoyle]

"Honey, we all die. Some need some extra effort to kill em but in the end. We all die. Be it bodily... or mentally."

He eyes the hand and slightly leans forward, taking in the scent.

"Is Lucas like Ed Gregor? Before them soldiers got me out, was sharing a hallway with others... like me. They called us Prime Assets. Once property of a company named Murkoff, the Sinyala facility once ran by a Dr Easterman."

Coyle scoffed and looked around. His tail slowly uncurled and swayed side to side, agitated at the name. The tip hits the wall and sparks of electricity jumped off.

"I remember my fellow Assets... Barbi, Gooseberry, Molova, Kress... all of em like me. Some stupid project to see if a BOW... can be charismastic. Sway a crowd."

He stares at Ethan carefully. "Didn't catch your name son... what do they call ya?" @winterstorm17

[grapplehookgrace]

"Hey sugah... ya gonna eat those pistachios?"

The creature behind the cage, one blue eye almost glowing as his tail dragged past the bars.

"Im hungry.."

@parasiticoyle

Ada glances to the side, spotting the aforementioned pistachios. She quirks a brow, observing the creature. He appears zombie-like, but he's unusually sentient.

And he's asking for pistachios instead of her intestines.

She offers the pistachios through the bars, having no use for them herself. She doesn't snack on the job.

"Your keeper doesn't feed you, then?" she asks, glancing at the cage he's inside of. What is this place...?

[parasiticoyle]

"Keeper? That what ya vall those whitecoats with em glasses? They feed me if I behave but the law never behaves to their will. It's a omni... omni... its a floaty thing.."

His hand reached for the bag and snatches it. A guttural growl echoes as he rips the bag open before clawed fingers worked the nuts. Crushing them and munching.

"Em whitecoats don like it when I chew on em cables..."

[grapplehookgrace]

Ada simply watches him snatch the bag of pistachios and tear into it like it's his worst enemy, raising a brow as he speaks.

"Omni floaty thing," she repeats. "Right."

A few beats of silence passes.

He looks somewhat human, he speaks, and he hasn't outwardly expressed any desire to kill her. Yet.

Which makes her wonder...

"Who are you, and why do they have you here?"

[parasiticoyle]

"Yeah... some bitch down the hall calling it Ed Gregor... Still don't know who the fuck Ed Gregor is. But that goddamn bowling pin trophy has been spooking me in my head. Got enough voices in there as it all."

He growls lowly, but it changes to a hum at the flavor of pistachios. A deep, guttural, rumbling sound like thunder echoed from his chest. At her question, the BOW stops and drops the bag. He walks to the bars and leans against them, tipping his head up and lifting his chin.

"Name's Sergeant Coyle, police officer of Blackwell, Oklahoma. That is what the evidence file says, honey. And why do they keep me here? Well, somebody gotta keep those BOWs cowed and submissive, so why not use one of their own against em? Pretty smart thinking if ya ask me. Saves em, rich people, the trouble and lets us commoners do the hard labor.

[parasiticoyle]

“Hey, we’re both ruined by bioweapons. That’s… fun.”

- @winterstorm17

"Well, ain't that a kick in the shitter? I wouldn' call it ruined tho doll. More an... improvement on the original fuck-o. A man needs a lil strange every now n then.. just to know he is alive." The BOW leaned back against the wall as his tail coiled around his leg like a whip. Smoke puffed through his nose as he held that cigar between his sharp teeth. One blue eye glowing behind the shades.

"God wouldn't have given me these liberties if he didn't intend me to exercise them. Its those Whitecoats jacked me way fuckin up, putting me to work, an keeping me blitzed on bennies."

@winterstorm17

[miss-ashcroft]

"It's like... waking up in reverse. You come out of the fog and wake up in the nightmare." @parasiticoyle

"Wh- uh- w-who are you?"

[parasiticoyle]

"Name's Coyle... Leland Coyle... or clone number.... 271... whatever those whitecoats call me... Don't tell em whitecoats I got outta my cell, been wantin to stretch my legs. "

@miss-ashcroft

[miss-ashcroft]

"U-uh- yeah, sure! You're actually not-not the first clone I've met, s-so I guess I can understand, from an outside perspective, anyway."

[parasiticoyle]

"Not em first... not em last. Got a big guy 2 cells down. 8 ft big fuck-o singing about what his momma always said. Fucking obsessed with sewing and finding his bride. All lunatics where we are. But... just say Coyle of Officer. Both work, darlin."

[a-cheap-knockoff]

"What I wouldn't give for a handful of pistachios." @parasiticoyle

"Hah, I never really liked them, you'd probably have a better chance getting some from my old boss- if you can find him, that is."

[parasiticoyle]

"And who is your old boss honey? Damn whitecoats been keeping the good stuff away from me... say I need to listen... but thing is... creatures like me, we don like to listen."

@a-cheap-knockoff

[a-cheap-knockoff]

"You sound like he'd hate you, ironically enough- the man was all about order, safety, keeping things exactly how he wanted them, didn't allow for much deviation.

His name was Derek Simmons, and he was a bastard of a man, too obsessed with having things his way to the point it fucked over everyone around him. Last I heard, he was killed. But men like that always find a way, and if a body was never recovered then..."

[parasiticoyle]

"All of em hate me cause they wanna be me. But there gotta be laws around em place. Otherwise world going down full of chaos in a hand basket.

Sounds like a guy who could use a good bennie. Nah, I am stuck with some brand called Connections. Keeping me leashed like a goddamn dog. But you're right honey. They ain't dead until a body is found and preferable fried. Ya wanna see real evil shit? Check the cellar of a filthy rich person."

[a-cheap-knockoff]

"What I wouldn't give for a handful of pistachios." @parasiticoyle

"Hah, I never really liked them, you'd probably have a better chance getting some from my old boss- if you can find him, that is."

[parasiticoyle]

"And who is your old boss honey? Damn whitecoats been keeping the good stuff away from me... say I need to listen... but thing is... creatures like me, we don like to listen."

@a-cheap-knockoff

[miss-ashcroft]

"It's like... waking up in reverse. You come out of the fog and wake up in the nightmare." @parasiticoyle

"Wh- uh- w-who are you?"

[parasiticoyle]

"Name's Coyle... Leland Coyle... or clone number.... 271... whatever those whitecoats call me... Don't tell em whitecoats I got outta my cell, been wantin to stretch my legs. "

@miss-ashcroft

[3thanwhlmpers]

I think he's really cool ❤️