#mygodlyright

[viralobsession]

"I fornicated with Annette, William."

"...

I required neither that mental image nor that knowledge, Albert. Any repeats of this act between the two of you should merely continue to be kept out of my lab. G is in a delicate state currently and I do not need such behaviors to disrupt or destroy it."

[mrfieldred-blog]

Albert's token of goodwill to Chris for his services.

mygodlyright:

Albert stalked down the dimly lit hall; the only sources of light shone the crisscrossed wired silhouettes, his leather digits grasping a small yet flimsy cardboard box. It had been countless months since his guest had been living alongside him, performing almost all the tasks he had ordered from his subject, while he punished any errors or their failure to comply to his demands, he never rewarded competence.

As he drew nearer to the door to Chris’s loving abode, the heels of Albert’s leather boots ceased their movement while he punched in the code to the allotted room. Noiselessly, the rust encrusted door slid back into the wall. The utmost care and due attention had been carried out in allowing his guest the proper facilities such as living arrangements, bathing area and kitchen applications.

“Christopher, I have obtained a token of good will for you. I’d advise you to make haste and receive it from me.“ The icy tones rang out as he sat parcel on the aged walnut table, then sat down on the leather clad sofa that had been situated in a circular fashion around the surface. The fingers pried the tabs of the box apart and withdrew a purple body hugging suit, with black adoring the back and kneepads. Albert turned the outfit around to inspect the condition of the rest of the suit, the metal caps embedded in the material glittered In the light that filled the room.

Placing the limp suit on the table, the heel of the attached heel clicked against the wooden leg.  He had been confident the slick yet rough honeycombed surface would provide little fraction in movement as he performed and carried out his orders. Allowing himself to get comfortable, he sat back into the depths of the creaking leather as he awaited his partner to arrive.

Upon hearing Wesker's self-satisfied voice, Chris snapped out of his daze. He'd been staring off into the distance for, well, he wasn't sure how long; ever since this thing was surgically grafted to his chest, his sense of time had become so intermittent that it may as well not exist. Chris slowly forced himself to his feet, not wanting to give Wesker an excuse to do it for him. After finding his balance, the artificial blond began to exit his room.

How the P30 injector worked was still a mystery to its host. All he knew was that it was one complex piece of technology; sometimes it appeared to be set at fixed intervals, administering the P30 chemical throughout the day. Other times, it seemed to be controlled by Wesker's sheer will. When Chris realized that removing the device was futile (it gave him quite a painful shock), he attempted to kill himself with a kitchen knife.

That's when he learned that it must be monitoring his vitals in some way, because he was forced to stop after slicing half way down his wrist.

Chris paused just outside the door of his bedroom, 'greeting' Wesker by making eye contact with his dark lenses. He then continued his stiff gait until he was standing in front of the table with what was presumably his 'gift' lying on top of it. He tentatively glanced over at Wesker, waiting for permission to examine the piece of fabric for himself. When the latter did nothing, Chris plucked up the suit and began studying it.

It was, in a word, ridiculous; the color scheme was tactically flawed, the design was impractical, but most of all, it looked like it was created for a woman's physique. Chris made a conscious effort not to grimace when he discovered it also had built in heels. Was this Wesker's idea of a sick joke, or had he actually gone senile?

After placing the outfit back on the table, Chris took a step back and looked pointedly at his 'master.' He sharply inhaled through his nostrils and uttered a single, defiant word:

"No."

[pollyannatotheend]

D: Steph Baby! I thought you done more on here, like write etc, not that it matters much to me. *Saw her say this is like a personal blog which prompted him to ask this* I still love your stuffs.

You know, when I started, the blog was an extension of the rp I do on Facebook. Specifically, I did like diary entries and stuff. I really enjoyed doing it, and just recently went back and looked at some of them - definite good times.  Over time, I've had less and less time to rp and I'm lucky to keep up with what I have already. Slowly, and mostly because of the awesome people I've met on here, this sort of morphed into a more personal blog and I just recently sort of made that official.

That being said - I really, really want to get back into writing some Steph stuff. With her seemingly gone for good (or at least foreseeable future) from DCnU, it seems only right to keep her spirit alive. So stay tuned, I hope to start making that a reality sooner rather than later. And if you have any ideas, please share!!! I currently have an rp going where her and Damian are searching for her daughter...maybe that will turn into something ;) 

Thanks for the message and the compliment, you're a doll <3

[torrensregina-blog]

"It does appear that one cannot seem to withhold their lust frenzying. How sinful, indeed."

[torrensregina-blog]

“I suppose, like you, Redfield failed in his mission in removing me.” He added. “Or perhaps their incompetence had gained new meaning.” Albert spoke coyly, making sure not to give her the pleasure of a direct answer. “How you’ve diluted yourself with your virus, Alexia. While you indulged yourself with a well-earned rest, T-Veronica has been rather useful to me and my goals. I believe a thanks is in order for assisting me.”

"That petty little toy solider seems to be annoyance for us both. How have you not come to strike him down?" No mercy had been gratified under her bitter serenade, chords strung to etch in that venomous streak. Like an infant; she would pin down the tyrant for his faults. "Where are these 'goals' now, Albert? Over these slumbering years have you failed to achieve them. I'm disappointed, yet eagerly amused." 

[torrensregina-blog]

“Alexia? Perhaps even your virus was more tenacious than I gave it credit for? Or was it Redfield simply disappointed me in disposing you? Whatever the scenario, I’m sure you’ll be content in the knowledge I have a sample of your virus from your play thing, Steve. I must say, it certainly is more inferior than I had hoped, but that is fine. I dare say you’ve managed to fare quite well, my dear.”

"Albert-- So you have clung onto your measly little form, of meat and bone. Dare I inquire why no soul has extinguished your existence?" came the venomous chords that strung forth from such alluring articulation of lips. Draped in a fine accent, that washed inwards and outwards in cruel elegance. "Ever yet, it had remained preserved in these enduring years. One such as you can never grasp onto it's true might, little ant. And so all toys must be set aside. Oh, flattery only accomplishes you so far."

[thebossyone]

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[thebossyone]

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