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Near silent scuffs of boots against the floor, as the shinigami leeeeaned over Bea to see what it was she was reading.
“Y’know. I liked it better when th’stories end tragically.”
Well she did pick up on that shuffling, and chose to ignore it for the most part- or well... until that muttering touched upon her shoulder and Beatrix snapped her book closed on the Undertaker's nose.
"I do as well," she stated.
*sneezes*
*picks her up and runs off with her*
Rather than being upset she was being handled so improper or concerned where they were going, she gripped his jaw and turned his dumb grinning face towards her.
"You've kept me wait for far too long. You're lucky I like you."
@vaniliight -
It’s cheeky, and almost blink-and-you-miss it. The press of lips against Beatrix’s cheek as something blurs past her into the woods.
Those who protected the wood often were confused for forest spirits, and Fanilana was certainly one of those more, mischievous ones.
She was not ignorant to the viera despite never having encountered them. However there was no ill will towards the woods, nor any creature that lay within. The General was, for the time being, a mere passerby with sword appropriately squared away upon her hip.
A too close proximity, heard first, felt only seconds after, Beatrix was too stunned of some... thing passing so close upon her blind side. Such speed, reflex gripped her blade and struck out too slow towards whoever it was.
Left standing there, she kept stance with full awareness she was no longer alone. Only in stretched wait did her shoulders relax, as did her hostility as Save the Queen was sheathed back into place once more. There was an irritable side that hoped the offense would not be repeated and left behind in the forest.
If not... she was at least more aware for next time they neared so close.
"I'm gonna be sick...bleurg..."
*thinking she needs to go gargle with poison*
"You would tell me if something was wrong, right?" (Pyro)
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She smiled softly - a question lingering in her own eyes.
"Would you?"
...
Of course she would hit her with that line, knowing fell well the answer. Beatrix shifted, trying to provide some better answer than the obvious.
"I'm not like you."
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If.... I was to do little smol commissions... like doodling icons for $2 a piece, do you think I'd have any biters?
Probably something like this. a 200x200 pixels
He wouldn't be surprised if she shot. He'd accepted the possibility before the conversation even started - before he came in contact with any person, really.
Very few were keen on chatting, once they saw the signs.
This one, though...she actually paused. The gun didn't lower, but she didn't fire, either.
She was listening.
For now.
"Okay," he agreed.
It was bound to come up one way or the other. Might as well get it out of the way now.
Keeping his hands in view, he moved to take hold of the lower hem of his shirt, shifting his jacket aside as he pulled the fabric up. Beneath, a jagged map of scars could be seen. They spanned the entirety of his torso - ranging from long, claw-like tears to distorted gouges. Some were recent. Others, months older.
None, however, were wounds that could have happened within the week.
He pointed to one spot in particular - a large indent of unevenly mended scar tissue. It wound across the left side of his ribs, marked around the edges by a web of telltale discolored veins.
Where he lifted his shirt, Beatrix's gaze fell upon those disfiguring scars. Seconds of silence, and she withdrew her aim upon taking a single step forward to see the scars better. A whisper of disbelief under her breath, and she was moderately satisfied of the truth and put away her weapon entirely.
"I am sorry to draw upon you." She still had patients in the building with safety being the first priority among those that reside there- regardless be they temporary or permanent residential. There shouldn't be need of any more panic...
Crossing the room towards a computer, she flashed her badge and began typing away at the keys. "I assume it was you that triggered our alarm, and only you?" she questioned. The facility didn't need more infected roaming about, even if sane. A freely wandering carrier remained dangerous to the healthy.
"But also, with your condition, I would like to know why you entered here of all places. Unless you seek treatment or require other assistance." Hopefully it was not indeed a death wish, given how he did not try to stop her bullet. "I cannot turn you away."
Apologies continue. Things healed. New issues began. I have some nerves pinched? and my arms are suffering from it.
Hi new followers, though.
How to sum up Dirk (@venomousovereignty) and Beatrix's relationship.
Facht, meanwhile, had no trouble savoring his meal.
"Play ignorant all you like."
She didn't need an explanation. She already knew.
Ignorant? No, she didn't know what he meant by that. He was grating on her nerves in all the worst ways- as per usual. The audacity of all this, and it was all pleasantries towards her even as he did so. He could threaten her all he liked if he would, but this perverted flirtation fell flat. She only stared blankly for the longest to find the something other than the self-absorbed satisfaction that he'd figured something out about her.
She could continue taking it all... Practice of a closed jaw and the more impressive, unwavering emotions. Yet...
Eloquently, she rose from her seat and made sure to smooth out any wrinkle which may or may not have manifested with the balled fist having griped tightly in its fabric. With two clicks of heels, she stepped closer to her... husband. Then waiting for that next bite of pheasant, Beatrix allowed release of the bottling anger with a fist slamming into his jaw with all the strength of the esteemed female soldier.
He didn't flinch. Didn't have much of any reaction, really.
"Yeah. I am," the man agreed agreed.
"Have been for months now."
She could connect the dots there or not.
She'd gotten as far as aiming her gun at him, finger on the trigger. But the shot never fired as she waiting a few moments, processing what he'd just said.
He could be lying, but... even now, he didn't flinch.
...
Surely it wasn't possible.
"Show me the wound that caused it."
@silverymusings hi Ton
"Hello, welcome to the-"
"Oh... you're infected..." Without a shred of visible disappointment, the doctor reaches for her pistol.
She'd make it quick.
Resident Evil Verse
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Her role as a hospital doctor has always been the public knowledge, however Beatrix Ronelle is also a respectable Umbrella bioanalyst experimenting with her own pet project. Unfortunately it is the Raccoon City incident which pushes the boundaries of secrecy and a change in priorities.
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What a month September was... and it's leaking into October...
Let me rant on it.
Next day update:
The vertigo persists. Things have not cleared up with my ear yet. Maybe it will going forward after today.
Car also still in the woes.
New update.
Car is fixed, but I've been waiting on a call for an appointment on what to do about my ear, still. I'm tired of this.
I've been poking around on some crk muses, but otherwise thanks for all the patience here. I'll be more present hopefully soon-ish.
His lips curled up at the corners.
"Oh, I don't need to try."
He left it at that - returning then to his meal with unmoved satisfaction.
She desperately tried to leave that comment to the wind. Beatrix excelled at leaving meaningless things to ignorance, and itt would be better not to linger upon any garbage out of his mouth. Trying to focus on the bird on her plate... the otherwise blissful silence... the...
...
"What is that supposed to mean?" she snapped.
