#lordheis

[ofmold]

​​​​​​​                 indie  &    selective karl heisenberg & ethan winters from capcom's ​​​​​​​                 BIOHAZARD   /    RESIDENT EVIL.  ​​​​​​​                 as told by nat &geoff.

[ofmold-a]

canon interactions with @lordheis

[thxwxlf-archived]

I see all y’all

@thedyingbusiness @chicoblanco @lordheis @justacomedy @monstatron

[crowsiin]

|| Roisin with most Heisenbergs: Fear. Doesn’t speak to him, tries to stay low and out of his way 

|| Nat’s Heisenberg: 

[bigidiotenergytm]

❛ my daughter is NOT A WEAPON. ❜

stern, exasperated, as if he’s TIRED of saying that. don’t any of these freaks get that? get that she’s just a child? all they see is power. all they see is potential for horrible, terrible things. maybe that’s just what they’re used to. they don’t see rose for rose. that’s the thing that pisses him off more than ANYTHING--- how these assholes can’t comprehend that as long as he’s living, they will never land another finger on his child.

but this isn’t like how it was with the other lords. so intent on killing him just for miranda. this guy--- heisenberg--- seems to hate her guts. while ethan really couldn’t give LESS OF A SHIT about his issues, or whatever, it does make for an interesting situation. as much as he just wants to tell this guy to fuck off... perhaps that isn’t the smartest move.

❛ you wanna take down miranda? ❜ hands clutch the edge of the seat of the old, rusty chair. ❛ you leave my daughter OUT OF IT. we heal her, and i’ll help you take her down when rose is safe. ❜

@lordheis​

[gotasmokeamigo]

🔥 “ i’m just telling you that you are NOT as suave as you think you are. such a hardass. also, your accent is funny. “

(HELLO SORRY LMAO)

"Oh yeah? Well..." Think of something good, Luis... "Who says Mother Mirander?" Yeah... That's the way...

[gingerhoneycakes]

Red and the Steed

How did she get herself into these kinds of situations? A little more than just lost and it was beginning to rain as the sun slowly set below the horizon. A chill was rising in the misty air as she trudged on through the dying grass and mud.

There, upon a hill, there was some sort of building. A factory? A junkyard? It was a mix of the two it seemed. The outside made the building seem abandoned. Rust and weeds growing upon the metals outside, including the walls and fences that surrounded the building. But the stacks high above seemed to be active, smoke billowing out them as if inside the factory was busy with life.

“Well... at least... I can figure out where I am from here...” 

Or would she? The air for hours now had been stale and stiff, giving her the worst feelings of paranoia. There was something wrong about this place, but she hadn’t figured it out yet.

Other than it smelled like death...

As small as she was, Devi was nimble and still rather strong, making the climb over the rusted fence easy. Landing safely on her feet on the other side, the ginger began her way up the unkept road to the factory.

No door seemed to be open, but the smoke above and the quiet hum of machinery inside assured her that someone was around. So the next form of entry would be some hole or window she could slip in to. A few minutes of searching and she found exactly that, a small broken window that was just big enough for the small ginger woman to wiggle through with only a small scrape and a ripped shirt.

“Hello?” Her voice echoed slightly off all the metal scrap that littered the large room. Nobody. Finding a large door, she struggled to open it just enough to slip through into what looked like a large garage area.

“Hello!!!” 

The higher pitch of her voice echoed even more in the larger room, littered with even more scraps of metal and machinery. Still no response as she crept her way through the dark room, boots barely making any noise with her steps.

“There’s gotta be someone around here. No way would this place be running with no one in it...”

Once more she called out, her voice just a bit louder as she made her way to the back of the large room. Another door was just below a flickering light. Maybe someone would be further in...

@lordheis

[pentablight]

Plotted starter for @lordheis

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“Are you about that Mother?” “No, of course not it’s just-yes Mother. Alright, I’ll let you know, bye Mother” Brent hung up the phone and sighed. Great. Heisenberg had been quiet, far too quiet, which was very uncharacteristic of the metal lord. And Mother Miranda now had ordered him to go see him to see what was going on. Alcina had already been making remarks about Karl getting crushed by his own machinery, she certainly didn’t mind his absence. Grabbing a few things he readied himself and headed off towards the factory.

The trip itself was pretty uneventful, Brent simply enjoyed the crunching of the leaves and twigs under his feet, which made way for dirt and stone, Heisenberg had to be fine still right? Even from afar he could see the smoke stacks spewing their fumes into the air, the sour stench of oil and rust soon assaulted his nostrils. Brent coughed and pulled his scarf over his nose, yuck. Out of all places to go, the factory was his least favorite.

The man halted before the large metal gates, taking a moment to take in the vieuw, as much as he disliked the factory he had to admit it did look imposing, intimidating almost, much like the lord who ruled over this domain. Oh he did not hate Heisenberg, he couldn’t he could admire his bravado and the fact he refused to let anyone just walk over him, oh Lord Heisenberg was no push over. He was a force to be reckoned with, even the lycans to some degree respected him.

Squeezing trough a small opening of the doors Brent headed down the path and into the belly of the beast, honestly he was not prepared for what laid within. Of course he had expected the factory to be huge, how could it not be? But he had not expected to be walking down twisting hallways which would lead to a yawning opening and a bottomless pit. Alright perhaps it was not bottomless, but he sure as hell could not see the bottom as he dared to peek over the railing. Just what was this factory used for? What the hell did Heisenberg need all this room for?

Brent continued his journey into another hall way, trying a few doors only to find them locked. There were so many questions, did Heisenberg live in his factory? If so there had to be living quarters in here right? If not did he have a house hidden somewhere on the property? How the hell did he not get lost!? He was already wondering if he was going to die of starvation or thirst first, till over the humming of machinery in the distance he picked up a voice.

Following the sound Brent was quick to figure out it was Heisenberg, thank fuck. Using Karl’s voice he was able to find out where the lord was. The closer he got it seemed Karl was ranting in anger, was he talking to someone? No…He was alone right? Talking to himself? The man halted before a large steel door, it was opened a crack, he could smell Karl’s favorite brand of cigars. Steeling his nerves he swallowed and opened the door, stepping into the room “Heisenberg?” His voice came softly, shrinking away some as the metal lord focused his attention on him.