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@poorshot1
He would not seek power.
Not even notice.
What Alfred would seek is only a place in her design-- no matter how minute! So long as he might bare witness to Veronica’s fruits, Alfred Ashford would have been a very happy man. His allegiance was never to Umbrella, nor was it to the family name. No, his allegiance belonged to Alexia, and all others could burn away in fire and shadow for all that he cared.
@anisopterra
He can do naught but gape in awe as her vines begin to gather at his feet. His sister has emerged from her slumber a just and graceful queen, just as was foretold. One that he very much would have liked to have served as captain of her guard... Instead, he has disappointed her most grievously. The weight of which gnaws upon him like thousands of tiny bugs with each passing breath he’s allowed to see her like this-- knowing that he’s failed her. Now, he is no better than the dust that coats every inch of father’s office.
“ Will it hurt? ”
code veronica moodboards 3/_? alfred ashford.
deaththeimmortal:
Such a poncy vile creature. Death did not work for Ashford. Death was not some lapdog that followed the orders of some ritzy and posh child of a man. Death followed the orders of one man. Gloved fingers curl around the grip of his handy and familiar sidearm. Steady hand, ready aim, one shot, two shots, three. One between his legs, and one on either side of his head. Intentionally missing. Ashford, as Wesker had told him, would likely be a liability. He wouldn’t stand for disloyal worms sabotaging the company. His aim still true, red of his laser sight now on the other man’s chest.
“I don’t follow your orders. You are not my superior. I came here to deliver you a package– You endangered what was left of my U.S.S. team and my life. If you don’t shape up your attitude, I’ll let the beast I brought here out of his cage and then leave.”
A GASP! He’s never been shot towards before-- always in the presence of those BEING shot but never has he been the target of another. Surprisingly, he doesn’t tear up. Alfred’s eyes simply bulge and mouth is left agape in both horror and outrage! “ I-insubordination! You are an employee of Umbrella inc and I am the designated commander of this base on the order of Lord Spencer himself. ” He speaks through clenched teeth-- impulse telling to raise his rifle and send Death back to his door. Though, he does not. Features relax and there’s a weary chuckle.
“ Ha... This has been such a draining night. First the sabotaging then an escape-- and then there’s her. Oh, she’s insatiably want for entertainment when bored, you know! I’ve barely had time to begin our game... Right-o. I shall escort you and your charge to the facilities. It’s the very least I could do for Rockfort’s star graduate.”
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@deaththeimmortal
“ You certainly took your time. Atrocious, simply disgraceful! ” Snow-globe is quickly pocketed and rifle taken in hand. “ Tsk. It’s not as though you’re needed... I’ve everything under control. I shall apprehend Redfield and oversee the containment of MY island. Go and fetch whatever’s in the lab, eh? That’s what they sent you for, no? ”
