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On the streets, the haggard soldier sped through the streets, as much as his body could possibly allow, considering his long period of imprisonment. He couldn’t afford to slow down, not in this mess, so he gritted his teeth, and let the muscle memory take root in his mind. It wasn’t possible for him to handle this on his own though. If he was going to make it through this mess, he needed help, and there was only person he could call.

Slowing down among the devastation, there was no end of corpses in sight. It was the sad reality of war, something was constantly perpetuated by those who swore to defend the people. With a deep sigh, he began checking the pockets of the fallen citizens, until, finally, he acquired what he was searching for; a phone.

“Sorry, pal. I need this more than you.”

It was a small condolence, but he was already at work dialing away to get in contact with the person he trusted most. Holding it up to his ear, he got the awaited dial tone, and the answer.

“JIll?”

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How long had he been out there? Weeks? Months? He lost track of time. Getting stuck in the districts was never a pleasant thing, even less so when it came from an abduction he had no ability to retaliate against. However, he had finally broken free of his captors grip, only to be brought into the light of this new chaos. War had broken out, and there was nothing he could do about it.

“Damn it...”

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Granted, the roof of an apartment building was not the most ideal place to stretch and practice, but it was close and out of the way, much to the performer’s advantage. It hadn’t taken long to locate exercise weights in the city, and before long, Layla had formed a strict regime atop that particular building. On this particular morning, she had laid her equipment and overshirt near the ledge, and upon an unfortunate breeze, the shirt was carried off, floating towards the sidewalk below.

Before the woman could reach the ledge, it had sailed gracefully down upon a rather muscular man’s head that had happened to be passing below. She watched him struggle with it for a moment before managing to pull it off, squinting upwards toward where she peered, likely trying to locate where it had fallen from.

“Forgive me,” she called down to him, mentally noting to secure her things better in the future. “I was not paying attention to my things.”

Though apologetic, Layla’s face was still incredibly serious. She always took her exercise time as such, and any interruptions were just a damper on her ever-growing progress.

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Another day, another patrol. Chris Redfield had been making a habit of walking the streets of Hive, at least offering some form of presence to streets that the people were being protected, and not by the empowered forces that seemed to be in question lately, but by a plain and normal soldier, which was worth its weight in gold nowadays. A friendly smile, and a greeting were usually all that Chris needed to get on people’s good side, and he was happy to be so accepted.

Of course, there were oddities that came with every patrol, and today’s was a shirt flying in his face from on high. With a muffled curse in confusion, he moved to remove the clothing from his face, looking around to try and find the truth of why it was there in the first place. Suddenly a voice called out to him, and his gaze turned upward to a blonde female whom the shirt seemed to belong to. He couldn’t really make out much from that but it seemed like she...

“Not a problem. You want me to bring it up?”

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6'2 ft

A solitary inch over the soldier.

“Huh. Wouldn’t have guessed that at first glance.”

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Well this is the first time I’ve rped him personally so I can’t really say I have one? Though thanks to MVC3, the idea of him and Morrigan has been made pretty cute by fans, there really isn’t a crossover ship I have for the guy.

Relationship Asks:

♛ : OTP for my muse

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♙ : Character my muse hates

♗ : Child!Character my muse would adopt.

♠ : Character my muse would have a one night stand with.

♥ : Weird ship I have for my muse.

♜ : My muse's best friend.

☢ : Character my muse is afraid of.

☣ : Character my muse respects greatly.

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It was hardly that she disliked him worrying over her — but she knew he felt a certain guilt towards her having suffered through Wesker’s control. Meanwhile, she felt the burden of his grief — it would have helped if she hadn’t had worried him with her “demise”, no less her fighting against him. God, being aware while having no control over her own body… She hated that feeling.

“That’s true. All I have with me is a BB gun, and nothing else. Not that I was equipped with anything to begin with, but…” a sigh fell from her lips at this statement before she turned to him, with a small smile adorning her lips. “I’m lucky I have you here, it’ll definitely make things easier, like you said.”

“If the districts aren’t great, then I wouldn’t want to trade with you.”

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“Yeah, same. Though I do have a bit to get back, some harder hitting weapons mostly. Nothing big, but enough to get by if things get hairy around here. Hopefully.”

An echo of an old phrase sounded off in his mind, “When have we ever been that lucky?”. He couldn’t help but chuckle at it to himself. looking at the one who seemed to coin the term on their missions. Needless to say, he was concerned for her well-being, but he wouldn’t lie and pretend that he wasn’t happy to see her again.

A smile and a small shrug. It was the proper thing to do, to ask for a trade rather than just suggest she move in with him immediately, but even he figured she would have been more comfortable with that to start with.

“Roger that. I’ll get things set up then. Till then, would probably be better that we play it safe. Want a sit-rep?””

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"Here's to us." - Jill

“Hah. More like to you, Jill. Wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for you.”

If Christ does retire will he go around the world trying to find a place that sells a good steak in Piers' honor?

It would be his most important mission of all.

There’s a lot of aspects into finding a good steak. How well the chef can cook it, whether or the sides served with it complement the flavor, where the meat comes from, what kind of drink is offered alongside it, the price of it, the list goes on...

Piers and Jill are both hanging off a cliff and you can only save one. The other will that you don't save will hate you forever. Who do you save?

Jill, bar-none.

Chris appreciated what Piers did for him, and the loyalty that he showed. Naturally, Chris also keeps fighting the battle against Bioterrorism for him too. But the bond he has with Jill goes far beyond it; in a choice like that, it will always be her.

"There is no God."

“Can’t say I’m a religious guy myself, but isn’t that a little close-minded for a kid?”

What would it take for Chris to retire?

It would have taken him surviving the last mission of RE6 with Piers NOT DYING.

Honestly, at this junction, he can’t really say there is anything that could do so. Too many died under his orders for him to just give up the fight. Piers was sort of the last nail in the coffin in regards to that. Even had Piers managed to survive the events of RE6, a happy peaceful life is for those who’ve never really known war. Even if Chris did retire, what happened over the events of his BSAA history would probably haunt him to his last breath...