#forgotten retrouvaille

[metmydeadline]

https://whitewolf.fandom.com/wiki/Brujah

for your fiery temper, refusal to listen or back down, and your way of journalism.

And you're absolutely right about that.

[novelresilience]

After the first time Rebecca catches @forgotten-retrouvaille doing something absolutely stupid and calling it first aid she forces Jill to learn more first aid and stocks her up with the PROPER equipment. No duct tape Jill have quick clot, abd pads, and medical tape. AND A FUCKING TOURNIQUET JUST IN CASE.

[harperhydra]

//ValenHarper real apparently LOL

[brokenmagxc]

@forgotten-retrouvaille liked for a kiss !!

it is her shoulder first. warm. his head fits there like a piece of a puzzle clicking into place. tired, always tired, arthur succumbs to the offer without protest for once. and as he finds a spot of comfort against her skin, he feels a tenderness fill him that he does not know how to hold.

she smells like smoke and gun oil and clean antiseptic. beneath the touch, she stills, chest rising and falling in slow breaths. his shaggy twine hair spills over the slope of her shoulder. eyes flutter shut. all he can think about is the wave of reprieve that slams into him, sudden and overwhelming, making his knees shake even as they sit against brick with their legs flat on the concrete and their bodies aligned at the hip. relief surges so strongly that it nearly knocks the air out of him. somehow, she steadies the beat of his heart. thud, thud, thud. it echoes in his pulse and into his ears. alive, he thinks. i am alive. and for once, it does not hurt to be reminded.

arthur kisses her shoulder first.

it is so instinctive that he does not even realize the motion. one second, his head is pressed into her, eyes closed, expression briefly serene. the next, his lips find the warm skin through soot and sweat, and he feels her tense beneath him. she turns her head to look over. he opens his eyes to her gaze. their faces are barely a breath apart.

heat creeps into his face, lashes fluttering over the tangle of brown-gold color sweeping through his eyes in his own fluster. he blinks once, twice, then thinks better than to take the moment back. instead, his pale hand finds hers over her thigh, tenderly placing his fingers over her own. a stuttering breath fans over her lips.

then he leans.

the moment hangs between them with the same tenderness that filled him prior, only now it blazes behind his teeth. her lips are soft. her hand is warm. he leans further, pressing himself against her. his other hand finds the side of her face, brushing hair behind her ear with a care that trembles at the edges. firmer now, he presses his lips into hers.

for just a second, he swears she can feel the thump of his heart against his mouth, pounding like an animal desperate to be let out of its cage.

he hums.

then, before he can get swept away by the contact, he pulls back. just barely. enough for their noses to bump, for his hand to stay in her hair, for his eyes—closed when they kissed—to flutter open, glittering golds dying back down to clay browns as the feeling in him finds ground somewhere against the ribs.

“ is that… ” he starts, then hesitates. looks into her eyes. “ is that okay ?? ”

[thisshallpass]

hunnigan we're locked out can you open this obscure door.

[crucialelement]

"Look, go with what you got, I get it, but if I see her pouring the gunpowder out of a shotgun shell with a match in her free hand I'm gonna tackle her."

[lanshiang]

@forgotten-retrouvaille wanted a starter

Since the symptoms began to rear their ugly heads, there were very few people unaffected in The Guild. She called for a favor among the many experiments she was running, of Jill Valentine. Jill was a medical mess, and a marvel. Her history had been kept close to the chest by Professor Chambers, but in her opinion, the Professor didn't need any secrets at the moment.

Thus, she asked Miss Valentine to attend the Guild Hall for a favor provided by the Boss in the future. They had thirty dying from RCS, supposedly a few cures on the way, and one corpse that provided plenty of valuable information on the long term effects of the T-Virus. Something Ada had told her, that stuck with her from a private conversation, that there was a generation of persons re-defining what it meant to be human.

She had a hand in that, and the "re-definition" of what it meant to be human was true when it came to this exploration of T-Virus. It left behind small bodies in the cells of those infected with Epsilon as a consequence of strange and rapid division. These bodies seemed to take on some kind of processing work in those cells.

"Wonderful, you came," she said, her nose tucked into the notch of a high powered microscope. Her samples were fascinating, and she hadn't been moving very far from her rolling workstation. Around her in the lodge were the dying members in chairs, cots, and various rooms, IV bags hooked in various states of filled or empty. Medicines were sitting on her cart.

"Like I said, Old Man Death's happy to compensate you with a favor. Why don't you take one of the self draw guns and take a sample of yourself for me? Wipe the area first."

[separatedway]

@forgotten-retrouvaille

"We might have a lead on that sample. Ever hear of a Dr. Griffith from Umbrella?"