#infxction

[toketsujisatsu]

@infxction ( Rebecca )

" Hey, Becca. -- What do you call a discovered Nickel? "

[harperhydra]

🐭 A LITTLE but it's because I'm a ball of anxiety

//But if you're an anxiety ball and I'm an anxiety ball then who's flying the plane???

[gviral]

@infxction : continued

Birkin, despite being grown, still carries with him some of that same boyish innocence he held as a fresh - faced fifteen year old, the youngest of Umbrella's ' chosen. ' There's a faint blush dusting across his cheeks, realizing now how silly this all might sound when relayed to his mentor. With Dr. Marcus' gaze upon him, he steps forward into the dim light of the office.

“It's an Illinois Chorus Frog.” The younger man elaborates, holding it out for Marcus to see. “They're endangered, did you know? I was just — in the gardens, and I heard it.”

The frog chirps. William brightens considerably. “I wanted to show it to Albert, but he didn't share my enthusiasm.”

[rottingkiss]

( @infxction / cont. from x )

Her expression CRUMBLES when being asked what's wrong by her mother. What ISN'T the matter would be the BETTER question, at this point. The platinum blonde can feel tears beginning to form in the corner of her ocean-blue eyes. Grace lifts up a hand, using the sleeve of her hoodie to wipe away the evidence as quickly as it appeared. It takes a shaky inhale of breath for her to form words.

❝A-Are you being honest with me . . . ? I-- Mom . . . I can SEE it with my own eyes! I'm not that STUPID little girl anymore! Don't a-act clueless!❞

She instantly regrets what just left her lips. Grace even lowers her hand now to cover her mouth as if she can prohibit herself from speaking any further. Brows furrow, eyes screwing shut while she desperately tries to think how to walk this BACK.

After all, she NEVER wants to be difficult to deal with. Yet . . . she doesn't want to lie to the one person she cares for the most.

The young woman takes a moment to compose herself somewhat. A sniffle sounds before swallowing a tad too hard. Her mouth opens once more when hand falls to her lap, wanting to explain herself before a fight truly can break out between them.

❝I-I know I'm getting in the way of your job. I'm . . . in the way of EVERYTHING.❞

[pr0jecturoboros]

“ Are you okay? ” | Rebecca for Wesker!

The question was almost laughable in his terms. It was so mediocre, he couldn't help but find it rather hilarious; though he wouldn't express such a thing out loud but he did certainly feel it within. Despite her knowledge in science, she still significantly lacked the understanding of the mutation he had undergone. He was more than "okay" and she failed to grasp the truth of it. He was no longer bound by a fragile, biological cage that merely functioned to hold organs and blood anymore unlike her own. He had evolved.

A slow, cold smirk spread across his features as he adjusted his coat, the faint light of the laboratory reflecting off the pitch-black lenses of his shades to sharpen his menacing looks further. ❝"Okay" would be an understatement. I have evolved, Rebecca. Had you been more observant and analytical, you would have already noticed the difference. ❞

His voice was low and cold yet filled with a boastful confidence. He has surpassed the humankind. He was stronger, faster... he was better. He has successfully adapted to the virus many failed to endure and has crossed a threshold that made him biologically superior to any human in existence. ❝ I have far outgrown the likes of 'okay' or 'not.' You have the gift of science, Rebecca. Utilize it. Make yourself relevant for a new future of which I'm the architect. ❞

[redemptioninterlude]

"I'm getting coffee, do you want anything?" | Rebecca for Ada!

SUBJECT: random sentence prompt ! NOTIFY: @infxction REGARDING: rebecca chambers

they don't often gather together, do they? this isn't some MERRY BUNCH, where they'd come together the way a team would, all of them scraped together thanks to both their skill, and their need for a heady favour that hadn't come cheap. your freedom rarely does. ada never asks what draws the others in, though she couldn't say it was for the fun of it. though perhaps there was something sickening in them, the same way there was within wesker himself. oh albert. his little mission to become a god was, as she'd told him once, her voice drawn through boredom, "groundbreaking." hardly. but who knew? there were more than a spare number who aspired to the level, and perhaps that too, counted rebecca chambers amongst those faithful few.

rebecca. capable, and far more hearty than she thinks most people give her credit for, the child genius who'd managed to hold all that delicious knowledge that served her so well here. it's almost a comforting thing to know that they both lived in the world of science before all of what had once seemed theoretical, was proven all too true. it set a certain level of RESPECT that she didn't necessarily carry towards the others... but who knew how thin the veneer of it all was?

" i'm getting coffee, do you want anything? "

oh. how sweet. "you're not like wesker, are you? i have to check it for poison?" it's hard to tell if she's being SARCASTIC or not. her mouth curving into the halfway pretense of a smile, her dark eyes flickering in her direction, from where she was presently leaned over a series of maps, the place they were all fixing to infiltrate.

her heels stamp into the floor, each step hitting hard against the metal-lined floor panels. "let me help~" her brows raised at the others, but none offered to move. bastards. her gaze returning to rebecca's face, a casual SHRUG of her shoulders. "i think it's you and me." she looks like a kid. it's almost strange to think she was a member of S.T.A.R.S. so young. no wonder they give her the title of wunderkind. what a burden. "have you eaten?"

[lanshiang]

☆ put this star into the inbox of your favorite blogs - it's time to spread positivity ! ☆ (RIGHT BACK AT YOU BECAUSE YOU'RE AWESOME)

happy. hi there. yeah man. I like reading what you have cooking. i think its super cool.

[deadkenndy]

@infxction for Chris.

It had been all a blur. One simple mission shouldn't have gone so wrong. The last thing he recalled was being ambushed and sharp teeth sinking into his neck before everything went black.

They said his heart stopped, he had been pronounced dead, but by some miracle, he was there; present and awake. His head was pounding like his heart and he almost didn't see Chris in the blinding bright lights of the ambulance. He gasped for air as if he were coming up from under water and every never in his body felt like it was on fire, his eyes stung from the light and slowly but surely he regained composure, his heart still rapidly beating in his chest. "Chris?" He squinted as he held up his arm to shield himself, adjusting to his new found sensitivity. "Is that you?"