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@jillybcns wound up at the club

Chris sees her in the crowd and waves her over to the bar. He's got his strawberry margarita in front of him. He gives her a grin and grabs her to pull her in for a hug. He may have already had one or two.

"You came!" He calls over the noise. "I thought you weren't going to show. Sit. What's your poison?"

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@jillybcns sent "Sit like a good boy Leon."

There’s a pause where he stands, he halts for a moment, and stares at her. He blinks a couple of times and then the flustered feeling comes as he fully processes what she had said. Had someone told her....? No, there’s no way. Right? It’s not like he goes screaming to the roof tops how much he likes that phrase.

For a moment, Leon is so silent you could hear a pen drop but with the way he looks flustered, it’s clear enough that he’s just processing her words. Soon after, though, he is quick to recover and arches an eyebrow. “Or what? You going to punish me somehow?”

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Darck had dug through her wardrobe for an entire hour. Realizing that, while she had some very nice clothes, most of them were old. And either for business, or specific event things. Not really for a club. Darck really did only do the casual stuff these days, didn’t she? The last time she had been anywhere like that was... Just after Hells Pit’s creation, when the first members had joined. God that was a decade ago or more...

To think only ten years have passed give or take... Felt like so much more, so much longer. Maybe for the woman, it had been, considering how she could be thrown about reality. But everything only weighed down into this place now.

She shook her head, snapping out of it. Come on, find SOMETHING. Was she panicked about this? Fuck, this really was a date wasn’t it? Jill you smooth little shit.

No, the suits wouldn’t work. Not the business outfit. Sure as hell not the clothes she took from someone else. This was hell to try and figure out. Oh fuck it.

The brunette grabbed a shirt off the hanger. It was a form fitting black top, sleeved only down and stopping above the elbows tightly and snug. While the bottom of the shirt held around the lower of her ribs, showing off the bottom half of her abs. What pants, what pants... Jill did say she could offer something? Fuck it. She grabbed some old black jeans, and her old high tops. Thyat was fine. Fuck a coat, she didn’t have anything nice for that. Jill could complain of her fit and help.

Stisfied for now, even going as far as to pull her hair back into a pony tail, leaving her bangs free and side fringes out to be wild, sunglasses here once more on, the purple gleaming. Soon enough stepping out of the shadows just outside of Jill’s front door. No one had been around, easy. Three swift knocks were given onto her door then.

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THIS WAS COCHLEA ALL OVER AGAIN. The Black Reaper sat silently on the floor in the middle of his little detention cell, staring at the bars with vacant eyes. Their messenger bag was confiscated from them for obvious reasons - they, for now, were nothing more than a prisoner with an E X E C U T I O N likely within their near-future. The humans found out that they were in fact no longer of their kind. There were calls to their D I S P O S A L - yet the Eyepatch ghoul called for action.

‘ THEY SEEM TO BE LIKE THE CCG. PERHAPS THEY COULD BE REASONED WITH. ‘

WHILE IT WASN’T IDEAL, the reaper agreed this time around. After disarming the men a request was made. A P E A C E O F F E R I N G - if they may. They said that they would come along willingly if allowed to speak to a figure of authority. They said... that they might be a monster, but that they hunt their own. Not people. N E V E R people.

A... P A R T I A L lie, but one that Black Reaper was forced into in such a dire moment. When asked for a name, he simply replied; “ M Y P R E Y C A M E T O K N O W M E A S T H E B L A C K R E A P E R . “ It was more than just risky, to allow the human agents carry them all the way into their base of operations. Who knew... whether or not their chairman, executive, or director would decide to go for the safer method of simply killing them. Truth be told the reaper didn’t care T H A T much about his life, however the Eyepatch ghoul demanded he gives it his best.

AS FOOTSTEPS ECHOED, their sound reaching closer and louder in the half-ghoul’s sensitive ears, Black Reaper brought himself up on his feet. He maintained a distance from the wall, and a distance from the bars themselves. To a human he would look no different from any other young man - his hair black and smooth, eyes a pale gray. They were empty and lifeless, like they have witnessed A L L too much. On his body he wore a black long trench coat, high-necked skintight undershirt, slacks, and dress shoes. His palms and long fingers covered in bright-red leather-like gloves.

PEERING AT THE WOMAN behind round glasses, he briefly bowed his head. A polite gesture to try and dissipate the tension.

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Fragments of the Past

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As luck would have it, Ricardo had business in town. Imagine his surprise when he met a familiar face. Half of his beer had already been drank and he was on his way to drinking the other half. At Jill’s cold greeting, he couldn’t help but grin at her. It wasn’t pleasant, especially at the mention of the two BSAA operatives he dealt with.

“They spat me back out,” Ricardo said, flagging the bartender for another beer. “I think the biggest question now is how is life out from undah his thumbnail?”

There was a crook of a grin on his homely face as he turned on his bar stool to fully face Jill, pretty sure that even mentioning Wesker would garner some sort of response. Positive, negative, Ricardo didn’t care. He just wanted a reaction.

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The man appeared calm, yet he wouldn’t look at her or say a word. After the collar was snapped on, he took out a leash made of chains, and attached it over.

“You’re coming with me.”

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