#ask-dbd-brad-vickers

[ask-leon-skennedy-dbd]

"Hey new guy did you work in the RPD too I don't think we ever met?" @ask-dbd-brad-vickers

"I did actually but only for a day. And technically it wasn't a whole day. I got to the RPD after it had pretty much been run over by zombies." He scratched the back of his neck with an almost awkward smile. "My name's Leon. Leon Kennedy."

[ask--dbd--wesker]

It looked like the Raccoon City Police department.. But the details were.. not quite right.. The people at the Campfire had told him that they were in a different world but here it was his home away from home.. This wasn't a trial though he had been in those and there were no gens.. What was going on? He walked in the nostalgia of this place coming to his mind... Around a corner and bam he ran into a very familiar figure. "Captain Wesker!" He immediatly stood stiffly at attention, he couldn't help it.. it was instinct. Wesker was very strict and he'd probably be upset about his uniform or something... Wait... wait.. But his brain caught up "Wait.. Chris said you died.... in the mansion? How are you here?" @ask-dbd-brad-vickers

Wesker was wandering around the police department, dwelling in memories. He sighed as he remembered all the missions he and his former team had. He never admitted it, but he actually liked it, having this team and working together with the people. He still has his former captain uniform somewhere around probably. If it still fits?

As he was on his way back, he stumbled over Brad Vickers. "Vickers" he mumbles and nods his head like he used to, it was probably a reflex or something he did so often it happens automatically. Seeing the confused and shocked look of the other, and as he was confused himself how his former colleague ended up in this place he took a moment to calm down and to explain. "I survived the mansion incident. Chris thought I was dead, and for some point, I was. I am here for the same reason we all are I assume. But you might go to the rest of the racoon city squad as we serve not the same prupose here in the realm." Wesker said and looked around before facing his former colleague. "You have a lot to catch up on, and fix your uniform a bit, theres dust on it." he says, before taking off his sunglasses, showing his low glowing red eyes.

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[wonderingduke]

Send 🐱 for moderately intimidating "I haven't really talked to him yet but he looks a lot more competent than I am... And he's cool and all that so i'm kind of nervous." @ask-dbd-brad-vickers

"You shouldn't be to intimidated I don't bite at all even if you pop a gen the most you'll get is a disappointed look. I rarely am ever mean to others I try to be open and approachable but I suppose my confidence and stance sometimes make people nervous and I understand."

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[the-killer-kit]

It had been a few weeks Brad had seen some weird stuff but this one was extra weird. He's pretty sure the killer is Dwight, and all the Dwights that he met before were super nice. It was clear that this one was... An odd duck.

Nea laughed she seemed to know this killer. " Oh no Brad your his obsession, good luck man." Brad was really confused by what she meant but didn't have a chance to chat about it as the killer was on the group right away.

The trial went horribly he was the only one left.. Trying to find the hatch.. When he heard the killer calling his name.. How did he even know that? @ask-dbd-brad-vickers

⚠ tw: blood, violence ⚠

As was the trend lately, Kit was thriving.

Well. Thriving was a bit of a strange word for it. He was pleasing the Entity, making her feast on the poor souls he'd been given to hunt, but he himself was not faring so well. In fact, one might say he was getting worse.

Chest heaving, he stood up from the corpse of his latest victim; he hadn't had the patience to hook Nea, not when she liked to taunt him so. He'd lost his cool and the moment the Entity had whispered to him, do it, he'd eagerly obliged, stabbing her over and over, ruthlessly and furiously, until she'd finally stopped lurching and spitting up blood and squirming beneath him. No need to waste his time with a merciful death. Not when she mocked him for what he craved.

Three of them were dead. All three that were in the way; Nea, Adam, and Min, all gone. Out of sight, out of mind. Now, it was just him and Brad.

Delightful, handsome, scared little Brad. Kit had to admit, he knew very little about this newcomer to the Fog, but that did nothing to damage his interest in the man. All he needed to know was that he was cute, he was alone, and he was here. Lost and separated from the herd, like a lonely little lamb.

Kit was lonely, too. A lonely wolf, covered in lovely wool that was so drenched in blood that it no longer worked on the herd, that is. What a shame. If they just humored him, just gave him a chance, then they could avoid all of this bloodshed. All of this death. He wouldn't have to feel so delirious with so much blood on his hands, his presence wildly overwhelming from the success of his hunt. "Oh, Brad," he sighed, before he called it out to the trees, a cry piercing the woods and causing the crows to flee as though even they were no longer on his side. "Bra-ad!"

And there he was. Crouched off in the distance, peering around, so helpless and desperate to find his precious hatch - but Kit wouldn't give him the chance. Not when he had an opportunity of his own. He closed the space between them, leaving only a few yards to separate himself from his target.

"Come here, sweetheart," he breathed, his voice trembling with excitement, with delirium. "Come to me. I won't bite," he purred, "not unless I have to." And bite he would. Bite, and tear, and carve him up into little pieces if he dared to run. He was so sick of being run from.

[ask-dbd-adawong]

Brad was really trying to be stealthy.. He hated these trials, why was there a massive mountain of a man with bear traps? He quietly slipped around a wall almost tumbling face first into quite a sharp dressed woman wearing a red dress. " Sorry." he whispered "I didn't realize you were over here." @ask-dbd-brad-vickers

Rounding the wall, the woman quickly backed up to avoid the newcomer bumping right into her. Narrowing her eyes, Ada made a shush movement and motioned for him to stick close to the wall. As the hairs on the back of her neck stood up, something in her gut was telling her to get down.

Grabbing Brad’s arm, Ada pulled the man down with her, not bothering to give an explanation; not yet. A moment or two passed before the killer passed them by, their terror radius non-existent. Must have been a stealth killer. Once the coast was clear, she stood back up; getting a good look at the one who nearly bumped into her. She mouthed an ‘oh’ once she recognized his uniform.

“You should really try to stay more sharp. You’re in that little S.T.A.R.S group that Wesker, Jill, and Chris were in, right? Just how many of you are there, I wonder..” Peering over the wall, she quickly glanced around before turning her head back to Brad. “I would hope that you’re smart enough to know we can’t stay here for too long. Since you nearly bumped into me, be a good gentleman and escort me to the next generator. C’mon.” With a stealth unexpected of someone with high heels, she got a move on; staying at a pace were Brad could keep up.

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[priceforeverything]

For Jake: Brad was exploring the woods that surrounded his campfire, some of the survivors said that you could get to other campfires or even find all sorts of realms if you tried hard enough.. They said it was kind of tricky though so it might not always work.. The forest was pretty thick and dark.. so dark that he didn't see as he almost ran into another figure.. Wow this guy was tall! With a shaved head, wearing a pretty cool outfit with suspenders.. Oh and he had this long scar down the side of his face.. He looked intimidating slightly... "Oh gosh i'm sorry I was just poking around the woods." He looks embarassed. "I haven't seen you before I'm Brad!" he trys to be confident but he ends up scratching the back of his head.. He's wondering maybe this guy is a killer, but he didn't see an obvious weapon so hopefully not. @ask-dbd-brad-vickers

Being trapped in this hell hole was something- what something he still wasn't sure. When he has time out of the trials he spends a lot of time exploring. He likes to see what's around, likes to know that there's more out there than just sitting at some stupid ass campfire and waiting for some crazy fuck to kill you.

When he's almost ran into he grunts and holds a hand out to catch the other person. This guy seems too nervous to be a killer, the way he's looking around. "It's fine- looking for firewood or?" He takes a step back, blue eyes squint as he assesses him, sees the outfit, yeah he's definitely not a killer. "Nice meeting you- yeah think I got dragged in pretty recently into this shithole. I'm Jake."

[the-killer-kit]

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Brad was smart, keeping his distance and avoiding Kit’s approach with even steps to mirror his own. That frustrated him. He could hardly think straight, Entity whispers swarming his brain, telling him to kill, telling him gibberish, just fueling him with bloodlust and desire entwined. He wanted to rip Brad to shreds just as much as he wanted to hold him in his arms.

Brad’s words made him pause, blinking slowly with surprise, before he laughed. Not quite a pleasant laugh; it was more of a bark of delirium, of delight. He found him handsome, did he? How flattering. Not many complimented him in the face of his affections, not anymore. It made his desire spike. Now he wanted to smother Brad with love, with kisses, his brain itching with the static that so many kills brought him. He couldn’t focus. He couldn’t make his thoughts stop racing.

“You’ll only end up like your friends if you run away from me,” he panted, wiping the sweat from his brow and streaking blood across his face in the process. “Trust me, Brad. I just want you to be mine.” His frantic, unsteady tone surely didn’t provide much comfort, however. “Is that so hard to ask? Just come to me, darling. I won’t hurt you.” Kill him, his thoughts hissed, unintelligible whispers making his skin crawl and itch. Kill him, kill him, make him suffer- But all the same, he wanted to hold Brad’s face in his hands, to kiss him, to see him smile. It was such a difficult decision he was going to have to make once he finally caught him.