#notyetdeadkennedy

[joshinyou]

⟴ @notyetdeadkennedy ➞ dead by daylight shenanigans

ೃ⁀➷ Unsure of how much time had really passed since the fog took Ada to the realm, she had to assume it had been months at least. She'd played countless games and was starting to get the hang of it. One thing she hadn't yet encountered, though, was a familiar face. At least on her own team. Running from Wesker like some coward sure as hell wasn't her favorite activity.

Appearing at the campfire next to Leon, of all people, came as a shock to the spy. They didn't have time to talk, though, as the match started almost immediately. He was still wearing his RPD uniform and she wondered if he was taken the same time that she was. As the game stretched on, Ada pushed all thoughts of her familiar teammate from her mind and focused on the task at hand.

The match was a brutal one. One of their teammates had died and Ada had been hooked once. It was the end, though, the gates were opened and all that was needed now was to outrun the Hag that chased them. Bill had made it out the far gate when Ada had just opened hers. She turned to see Leon barreling her way, but the Hag was close behind. "Leave it to me to save your ass again," she mumbled to herself as she prepared to run out and distract the killer.

Before she had a chance, though, Ada was in awe as she watched Leon vault a fence, do some fancy maneuvering around some junk, and stunned the Hag with a pallet. Back in Raccoon City, while he was no withering flower, it was still clear that he was wet behind the ears. This Leon, however, seemed to know exactly what he was doing. It was a surprise, and if Ada were being honest, kind of hot.

She watched for a moment as he ran past her towards the exit, then quickly followed suit, just out of the killer's reach. Back at the safety of the campfire, Ada wasted no in time slinking up to the man from her past. "Of all the people to find myself with in this place," she teased. "Those weren't bad moves for a rookie."

[troublemkr]

ㅤㅤ" so I'll wait and I'll pray that I'm wrong , because I THINK I KNOW WHAT'S GOING ON @notyetdeadkennedy. "

[joshinyou]

「 ada has no doubt your leon will think of something 😉 @notyetdeadkennedy 」

[manufactoredxbyxdesign]

" would you believe me if i said wrong place, wrong time ? "

"In your case? That sounds like a fairly accurate estimate."

He's not too familiar with this one. Though there was indeed a time, not very long ago, when their lives ran seemingly parallel. A fact he keeps to himself now as he stares across at the other man.

"You seem to make a habit of turning up where you weren't invited."

[indexed-a]

"I'm ghost-proof."

The killer paces like a starved dog at the end of its leash. There are plenty of things that run wild through his mind, like rewinding a VHS tape to view again the play-by-play to see where he went wrong. It'd been an arduous task to track any of them down. Every generator was cold when he checked, and by the time he had made it to the next, he could hear the roar of that prior check coming to life.

Infuriating.

In his backtracking he had found but a single soul scrambling to get away and though there was an attempt to interrogate his prey, they took any answer to their grave, spitting at him and suspiciously emboldened.

He can see why, now.

A life traded for three others.

"This time, perhaps. It won't happen again," he states, retreating away from where Leon stands defiant in the maw of the exit gates.

[indexed-a]

‘ don’t look at me like that. ’

The immediate response nearly slips off the tip of his tongue the instant Leon speaks, but he withholds just a moment longer. They stand on either side of the main entrance to the police department, hilariously, and Ghost Face was mid prowl. Slowly the killer rises from where he'd been crouched and draws the seconds taut until he severs the silence like a blade into a survivor's frail throat-

"Like what? You don't like my smile?"

He gestures towards the screaming mask with the tip of his knife- red, with the evidence of his heinous actions.

[indexed-a]

[ deck ]   your muse decking mine in the face. [clearly, leon decking ghostface cause naturally]

Coming across a police officer of all things, in the realm, felt like a gift staring him right in the face. Who better to torture than an upholder of all things that stood against what he made a living out of? What an opportune series of events, though it comes to an incredibly amusing, and infuriating, halt quick enough.

He'd jumped at Leon with a faux swing, and was met with a very real reaction. The mask does nothing to lessen the impact and he can taste the coppery crimson that flows free from what he suspects is a broken nose. Good.

Beneath it a wicked smile splits between chapped lips and he relishes the notion that he is still alive, a living thing despite all the torment, looking to put an end to other living things.

"Is that all you got? I'd expect more out of a pig," he taunts between the blood. The police had always been an issue while he operated out there, in the mortal world. But, in here, where he was judge and jury and executioner? In this place he was nigh untouchable, where even the attempt to subdue his violence had been whittled down to nothing more than brash amusement.