Fuck me sideways it’s a Veeeeeeector //screaming
; fuck me sideways it's an Alfred that doesn't make him look like nothing but a flamboyant dick wad
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Fuck me sideways it’s a Veeeeeeector //screaming
; fuck me sideways it's an Alfred that doesn't make him look like nothing but a flamboyant dick wad
; i'll return in a bit
(orbs flicker, jaw setting in place as a forefinger curves around the trigger of the pistol in her palm.
he seems safe—ish.
but he’s about as damn dangerous as the infected cruising about. and far too suspicious to ever trust.
hands lower, gun towards the ground, and it’s as clear as day that she’s u n c o m f o r t a b l e. )
‘your turn.’
[ his gun had never drifted away from her head ]
[ it had never shaken ]
[ slipped ]
[ broken the alignment of his scope ]
[ and her temple ]
smart move
[ he'd rise from his place of cover, eyes set forward as they peered beneath the thick lenses that sat within the makeup of his hazard mask. the wolf had a strong feeling that she was smarter than most, smart enough to not make a stupid move. she had proved his assumptions correct thus far ]
[ hopefully she doesn't disappoint ]
i'm looking for a group of people
a girl, in particular
[ he'd slightly lower his gun ]
perhaps you know her
red hair
young
significant to this epidemic
[ tilting his head, gun would lower but an inch more ]
don't lie to me
i'm not a fan of liars
‘keep—keep your f u c k i n’ distance!’
[ this ones got more bite than the damn infected ]
[ how fun ]
tch, that's one way to greet people
how charming
[ sights on her skull-- in between those pretty eyes ]
make a move
please
‘fucker— let me go!’
( and down come pearly whites upon rough skin of a thumb belonging to a stranger who had attempted to snatch her. plasma spurts from her mouth, filling her senses with the foul taste of iron seeping through split skin. )
----------------------- fucking bitch!
[ the rooted vocal pipe lines of the cold hearted wolf fractured a growl of habitual insult down upon the icy atmosphere before him; her teeth making it deep through the leather on his hands, and further, his skin. the apparatus necessary for such a hazardous environment had been breached-- and he knew not what such a thing would entail ]
[ she didn't look infected, but that didn't mean shit ]
quit squirming damn it!
[ the camouflage cloak which his characteristic wear was accustom to showed intense impact with every flicker of electricity and visibility; blue fog rising from the outer shell of his advanced military attire-- she might have just cost him the upper hand in this game of apocalyptic chess, maybe even more ]
out of my way!
[ deep baritone vocals boom like lingering thunder beneath that metal muzzle of his; bright luminescent orbs flicker acutely as extreme motion reverberated through his lean bodily mass. he danced with the blade-- a tale of an elegant silver lady cloaked in red as she passed through faulty thin personas. he urged the person in front of him to move before that razor like precision came down upon them wrongfully when it was meant for the sack of rotten flesh mere inches behind them. ]
[ if they didn't move ]
[ he'd most likely not lose sleep over it ]
† open
” What do you want?”
Her attempts at sounding even slightly intimidating failed her, with her quiet, hesitant voice and barely keeping eye contact. She was so used to the teasing, to being hurt.
[ attention snatched by an inquiry-- though it was not guided towards him; the tones which belonged to either an acutely flamboyant male or a female seemed to waver some, assumptions lead to believe that they were striving to appear aggressive when it wasn't in their persons nature ]
[ a truly fearful presentation of prey had trouble displaying unconventional tricks ]
[ he was not clad in his characteristic gear ]
[ though he had proper uss official adornment on ]
[ the patch on his shoulder conveyed curious eyes ]
[ he had received orders to escort an umbrella official to this very campus, he was the best of the best at the extraordinary and unconventional art of killing, hunting-- perhaps even kidnapping if the suit with a pompous demeanor found what he was looking for ]
vector
at my side
[ the professional blade kept his gaze straight, and did as his temporary charge demanded ]
[ his ritualistic appearance was too gaudy for this atmosphere ]
[ it could be cause for unnecessary and unwanted scrutiny unto his employers ]
[ it would disclose the lesser combat apparatus he was forced to display here ]
[ then ]
[ peripheral found the origin of the inquiry; as a male that looked to have an ego the size of his text books ten fold stood tall above a blond vixen. he seemed hostile-- as though he was prepared to make her life a living hell ]
[ vector would do nothing about it ]
[ and he still would have done nothing ]
[ without the restraint at his right ]
let's make this quick
[ the suit paused ]
---------------- with me
[ the command echoed, and as the man to his right pushed his slim body into motion, the dog followed shortly thereafter; dual blades at his thighs casting a glare from the sharp luminescence above ]
[ they were headed to the educational director's office ]
[ this asshole had questions about something awfully ]
[ peculiar ]
' VECTOR. ' the chilling intonation reverberated through the darkness, as though the TYRANT were an omniscient presence. ' you have been gone for quite the while. '
[ wasn't this a revelation-- perhaps an immutable one, at that ]
wesker
[ a rooted gnarl was projected through his tongue like lingering thunder, while cold muzzle like device further induced baritone tones ]
the silence and shade treats you well
-- but i have
how generous of you to notice
ɴɪʜᴏɴᴋᴇɴ
HUNK’s shadow.
The progeny of Death.
The door slid open into The Play Room, Bertha was taking stock of her instruments to notice. She wanted everything to be perfect, spotless until some sorry soul came in and leave scarred. OCD, began to kick in . Spotless Room meant the less likely some sorry soul would not obtain an infection. Though she could cure it, it was less likely to truly cared if they lived or not after the vital information was obtained.
Halting, shifting her weight into doing an about face. Icy green eyes noticed a little flicker of electricity.
"Vector, you can stop hiding"
Stating in a rather bored and unimpressed tone, she paid attention to the details and caught him.
[ this woman was one of cold demeanor, sick ideals that caused a quake of intrigue and much less concern to willfully dance up his spine with an equal magnitude of grace to that of his hand in combat derived from blades ]
[ he respected her surely, ]
[ but questioned her ability to keep her cool in the midst of chaos ]
[ had she not been the source herself, that is ]
a flaw in the system
will not do.
[ proceeding to remove himself from the much adored hidden environment, the Japanese dog stepped to the left of some cleansed supplies, avoiding dirtying her toys-- if he could ]
you clean up awful nice,
for a completely insane bitch.
;; ooc; I really want to make a Liesle Meminger RP blog. [ Read the book and seen the movie but wow why ] Book Thief is a wonderful book if you haven't read it thus far, but the movie portrays it's contents wonderfully.
"………………………"
"..."
"Hey Spectre, wanna go for a ride?" Begins to crank up the volume on the song Barbie girl.
"…………………….No.”
"..."
[ Her eyebrows rose in confusion at his hostility. ]
”Me…?”
| -- He had seen her before.
Or had he? -- |
" ... Did I stutter? Where is it?"
❝ Do not speak to me of felines, Child. ❞
How she hated those furballs. Always tricking and speaking in riddles.
" ... Child."
| -- Felines. Perhaps it was a subject to be avoided.
What the hell was she? -- |
"What are you?"
+ just-another-wonderful-nancy
+ ofthewheatandtail
+ nocensumbra
| -- That's a lot of undesirables. -- |
"... Of course."
"Cat have your tongue?"
”I figured as much.” She replies with only a mild inclination of interest.
Yet instead of silencing her, he seems to have sparked a sort of instinctual reaction: that of a curious mind when confronted with a challenge. ”So,” she pauses briefly, “you are as ignorant as you look.”
| -- He shoots the female a look of displeasure. -- |
"I am unaware of the artifact you speak of,"
" ... For lack of a better term I am indeed ignorant of your...
claw."
| -- Chest would only then deplete of it's retained oxygen. -- |
Her aura matches his, her tone imbued with a monotonous malice that seems already bred into her essence. They are likewise; they are solitary beings in the dark. ”Not unless you know where I might find a manakete’s claw.”
" ... I don't know what that is."
| -- A lack of gregarious measure within his persona; far from it, not desiring to speak to others but to silence them. By hand or by blade, it was a need held in high regards within his system. -- |