Elliot hadn’t been expecting to find much on his expedition today. His walks through The Graveyard of abandoned realms hadn’t been fruitful as of late, so he started setting his expectations lower and lower each time he left his lonely cave to find more materials or decorations.
Purely by chance did he end up in Léry’s Memorial Institute, as he did with most realms he came across. The conditions that this particular version of the realm was in were much better than previous ones. Elliot felt like he had hit the jackpot when he saw how much stuff there was! Especially medical equipment. He himself had no idea how to heal people, but surely the survivors could find some use for it all?
Elliot scrambled to gather a box full of things, carrying it as his tail wagged excitedly behind him as he searched for the exit. Gosh… this place was really like a maze. He kept getting turned around at every corner, almost always ending up back in the same place.
At some point, he gains some semblance of direction, and realizes that he just needs to pass through the main office to get out of here— but on his way there, his eyes suddenly lock onto the towering figure of The Doctor, and it finally clicks that… oh. This realm isn’t abandoned after all. He never personally encountered one of The Doctor’s before, most people warning him that it was a dangerous idea, but…
Well, he was curious, and he should probably apologize for stealing, even though he thought he was just scavenging at first.
“Oh… I uhm… my deepest apologies, Dr…. Doctor sir, I didn’t realize that anybody lived here.” Elliot says as he sets the box down carefully. “I’ll leave immediately, I’m very sorry for stealing…”
- @lepus-vacui
Herman Carter was sat at his desk, adding information to his killer files in neat letters, when he suddenly felt it. His hand abruptly froze mid-pen stroke, then tightened. The pen creaked in his hand.
Someone was here. In his Léry. Trespassing.
Half-lidded eyes flicked up from paper to the doorway of his office, but saw no one yet. He could feel them, though, as if he were the Léry itself, being tread on by a pair of feet that didn't belong here. They were close.
He slowly set the pen down and closed his file, hands reaching up to affix his headgear to his face as he stood up. Speculums hooked into his swollen eyelids and tugged them wide open, and the retractor peeled his scarred lips apart, baring his teeth in a nasty snarl. He ran his tongue over them, taking a moment to reacclimate to the familiar ache of the stretch and pull.
Then, with a low hiss, he cracked his neck and walked forward, grabbing his Punishment Stick from where it lent against the doorway, giving the spiked baton a hearty smack against his palm.
Whoever was here was going to pay. A pound of flesh for every unwelcome step they took in his Léry. He’d carve it off them himself with the delicate swipe of a scalpel, spilling their blood on pristine floors. He’d peel away layers of skin and attach electrodes to bare muscle. He’d pull teeth with that one pair of pliers he deliberately kept rusty. He’d bash their skull in and watch fragments and brain matter splatter against the white walls.
It was time to go rat hunting, and absolutely crush whoever was here into a mere PASTE--
But, unexpectedly, he only managed a few steps out of his office before he very suddenly came face-to-face (or, well, actually, more like stomach-to-face, given that the trespasser was absolutely miniscule) with the little rat he'd just about to hunt down.
The two of them both stopped in their tracks, until the other person - did they have dog ears? - stepped nervously back, staring up at his looming figure.
. . .
Carter looked down (very far down) at the box in their hands, filled over the brim with his equipment. Then he looked back up (not very far up) at the pest’s face. Shaggy hair, ghostly grey skin, vibrant purple irises with black sclera, and permanent black tear marks tracking down their soft face. They looked about twelve.
As he stared, stunned silent, they slowly bent down and set the box of stolen items down on the tile, meekly telling him that they were sorry and they would leave.
... ‘Sorry’ had never fixed anything. Even returning his property wouldn’t fix anything. The fact that anything had been stolen, even if by accident, was insulting enough for Herman to imagine the little fucking creature screaming, kicking and crying as the skin from his sweet little face was ripped off. Or maybe melted. He could get creative with it, find some corrosive chemical he certainly had somewhere and make the shitstain take a nice little bath. That'd be fun.
Hell to clean up, though. Was it worth it? Should he shock the brat unconscious and dump them in some acid, watch skin peel and slough off in blood chunks, listen to them screech and wail until they lost the strength or will to scream and beg?
It'd be satisfying.
Hm...
... But perhaps not. Not yet, anyway. He might still do that later.
He kept that idea in the back of his head. Put a little pin in it.
But for now, his grip merely tightened on the handle of his baton, and his free hand curled into a fist - trembling with ever-growing rage. Sparks started to jump agitatedly from his headgear.
After a long moment of his silence, he suddenly laughed at the pest - loud and shrill - before shooting out a hand and grabbing onto their throat - thin and so easily wrapped around with just one. He lifted them up effortlessly and slammed their spine into a nearby wall with a THUD.
He held them at eye-level with himself, their eyes just about as wide as his, both pairs flicking over one another's features - though one was in terror, the other in furious fascination.
“HAH- YOU THINK A PEST LIKE YOU CAN GET AWAY WITH ATTEMPTING TO STEAL MY PROPERTY?” He sneered. "HOW VERY BOLD OF YOU."
An apparition approaches with a pep in his step, stopping a bit away out of respect for Leon’s personal space. A big smile is plastered on his face as his dog-like tail wags, matching ears perking up.
“Hi there!” He greets. “My name’s Elliot! I saw that you were a… different version of yourself than the other versions I’ve seen, so I just wanted to come say hi! …Oh, yeah, uh, there’s many different versions of you and other killers in this strange realm, I am just a wanderer in the fog cause I’m technically dead… so I can’t participate in trials.”
Elliot pauses, realizing he was going on a tangent that likely made so sense. His smile turns sheepish.
“Eh… sorry. I’m just always excited to meet people, especially people like you! I think you’re super cool, and I was wondering…” The ghost pulls out a notebook accompanied with a pencil. “May I draw you? I promise I’ll make you look good, I’ve been practicing a lot with my style! And if you have anything you wanna tell me about yourself, I’d love to have a section dedicated to just you! Of course, there’s no pressure… and I can leave if you’re not interested! Either way, it’s awesome to meet you!”
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@lepus-vacui
Leon looked at this actual ghost for a moment. Sure. Ok. Zombies were real, why not ghosts too? But the kid wasn’t hostile and it was just a drawing.
“Sure. I wasn’t aware that there were more dashingly handsome guys in here as well,” he joked with his grin. “I don’t know what would set me apart from the other Leons.” That was a doozy to try and consider at the moment.
He checked his pockets until he found the keys he had found in the RPD with the different card suits. “Uh. I kept these? I just thought they were pretty cool and if things got better I’d return them.”
He settled into a pose so he could be drawn while he talked.
“But it was my first day on the force when I ended up in the middle of the Raccoon City Outbreak. I had wanted to be a cop to help others the way a cop helped me when I needed it the most. So I try my best to do right by that.”
Oooooh! Hi!! Nice to have you here! Don’t worry, I’m not an enemy I promise…
My name’s Elliot! I just wanted to pop in and say hi! I know you probably wanna kill me, and you totally can (I just have to not be a ghost)
I also wanted to let you know, if you ever need supplies or anything, I’m sure I can give you anything you might need! I find lotsa stuff everywhere…
Anyway! You look super cool! May I draw you?? :D
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@lepus-vacui
Of course you can, lil rabbit! As long as it isn’t making fun of me. But something tells me that you wouldn’t do that, would you?
But I tend not to go after those I’m close to (Mainly because that’s an easy way to get caught.) so don’t worry your ghostly head off. Unless you want me to, then I’ll make sure your death is a spectacular one.
