#ofrequiem

[arrepentirse]

"Saw this and bought it for you!"

"Perfect timing, señorita." @ofrequiem

[made0fmold]

@ofrequiem (x)

Ethan could barely contain his own smile and upon seeing how Grace was doing the same, it was as though a dam had burst and joy came flooding in. He was beaming then, looking rather pleased with himself. "Yeah, it's for you! It's for our friend-a-versary. Six months of being friends," he explained. It was like they were channeling each other's excited energy over the delicious pastry—and they kinda were.

His own packaged donut had been left on the table before he approached her so he went to retrieve it and let her see. "Strawberry jelly. But if you want to trade, we can. I'm really not picky. They're made-to-order and I've been meaning to go to that bakery for a while now, but it slipped my mind until today. They look great, right?"

[metmydeadline]

*holds a mic up to Alyssa in the afterlife* how do you feel about your daughter's taste in older men and women-

"Live from After Doomsday Hours RNN, Alyssa Ashcroft senior reporter. Glad you could all tune in for this interview exclusive with me.

As far as dating I never cared about who Grace was interested in but I kind of figured her personality would attract specific people. I figured she'd marry the first woman that was nice to her and become a classic Subaru lesbian with two cats, or bring home a horny dude that would also mack at me and I'd have to kick him out. Grace is a lot of things but I'm worried that she definitely would go along with way the hell too much that bitchass men think of.

Anyways that's all we got time for so- This just in, my ass is outta here!"

[galp4lentine]

Plotted starter for @ofrequiem

Jill had been surprised to hear that they were getting a new recruit directly into S.T.A.R.S. The going rumor was that the new hire was originally going to be a beat cop for the R.P.D. but Captain Wesker must have seen something extraordinary in her. It wasn't unprecedented—Wesker frequently did whatever he wanted—but it was rare enough that it had caused a bit of a stir in the weeks leading up to her arrival. Everyone was anxious to see what was so special about Grace Ashcroft, but Jill was more concerned with making sure she felt welcome.

The R.P.D. had a number of women among the ranks, but S.T.A.R.S. had always been a bit of a boys club. They were good men at heart, especially Barry and Chris, but at the end of the day they often didn't understand that it was simply different for Jill and Rebecca, and now Grace. Jill had initially planned on offering to give her a tour of the station and make a show of taking Grace under her wing, but that had changed the moment the other woman had stepped through the door to the S.T.A.R.S. office for the first time.

There had been a chorus of "Welcome!"s and introductions but Jill had been struck silent by the sight of her. There was definitely something special about Grace Ashcroft. She was visibly anxious as anyone would expect of someone on their first day on the illustrious task force. But there was also a quiet intelligence hidden beneath her awkwardness. On top of all that, Grace was simply too damn cute that it practically hurt and Jill couldn't stop staring at her.

Jill hadn't even realized it was her turn to introduce herself until Chris elbowed her in the ribs and hissed, "Earth to Jill!" She desperately hoped Grace hadn't noticed her staring, or the slight blush she felt warm her cheeks and she halfheartedly said, "Jill Valentine, welcome to the team." She offered her hand for a weak handshake accompanied by an even weaker smile. As Grace moved on, guilt coursed through Jill's veins. She had been no better than a typical guy, oogling Grace like a slab of meat and she hated herself for it.

Over the next few days, Jill's inner mantra became, "don't stare at the new girl, don't hit on the new girl" but before she realized it, that had accidentally turned into avoiding Grace altogether. Admittedly it wasn't that hard because it was Grace's first week and she was busy all the time. By Friday, Jill knew she had to put a stop to it, and she'd already been chided by some of the other members for being "aloof" all week. But more importantly, it wasn't fair to Grace, and Jill did want to offer to show her the ropes. What did it matter that Jill thought she was attractive? Grace probably wasn't even into women.

It was turning out to be a lazy day in the precinct, dominated by paperwork and admin. It was the perfect kind of day for a long lunch break. Most of the officers were in more casual clothing, and Jill was wearing a blue, cotton shirt with the S.T.A.R.S logo and a pair of fitted black trousers, her gun holstered on her hip. Jill couldn't believe how nervous she was as she sidled up to Grace's desk. She didn't usually get nervous, at least not from something as simple as talking to a coworker.

"Hi, Grace," she squeaked, because of course she did. "Jill?" she added, gesturing to herself because the blonde had probably forgotten her name considering she'd been a ghost all week. "It's pretty dead today, I was wondering if you wanted to grab lunch?" Good, perfectly reasonable. "There's a good burger joint a few blocks away, and maybe I could you show some of our favorite haunts around RC?" Jill groaned on the inside because while that had sounded good in her head, out loud it definitely sounded like she'd just asked Grace out on a date. The slight waver in her voice and the flush in her face weren't helping either.

Why couldn't she just be normal around this woman?

[houndw0lf]

@ofrequiem | continued from here

ribbing the rookies was practically a job requirement, and it was one that chris redfield took seriously. it helped that grace's reactions were some of the cutest things he'd ever seen... so maybe he gave her a little more attention than he did the rest of them. "four whole apples?" he let out a whistle, shaking his head.

"maybe if you blush hard enough at the requisitions officer, he'll let you use a shotgun next time." he tilted his head to the side as if sizing her up, but there was a playful smile on his lips. "though i'd be careful. you might just blow away from the knockback." and even though he already towered over her, he made sure to cross his arms with the hope that his bicep caught her attention. "if you need me to catch you, let me know."

he'd taken his own hazing in stride having already gone through it once when he joined the air force. at least at RPD, it was all in good fun instead of with two people beating the shit out of each other. but… still. "you know, they'd stop teasing you so much if you didn't get so flustered." as if he wasn't one of the worst parts of the problem. "or if you bit back."

[il-mostrc]

Hannibal knows each time he ventures out there is a risk that wouldn’t return. There was a reason he was a lone wolf, having departed with his last companion. It was an amiable departure. The small hollow it left behind had surprised him. But survival had a way of filling empty spaces with more pressing concerns: the particular quality of silence that meant danger, the low persistent ache behind his ribs when his stores ran thin. That was precisely the reason why he found himself at this gas station, cars littered around the pumps that held not a drop of gasoline inside. Most of the area had been stripped clean of anything. He wonders if there are any Twinkies wedged between shelves. Those never spoiled, a little dry.. perhaps.

He sighs, slowly closing a car door with little effort so as not to make much sound. The first holds a body reclined in the driver’s seat, seatbelt still fastened, the wound in its midsection long dried to a dark stain the color of old wine. The second car holds nothing at all. This place held nothing. With the outside now cleared he shifts his focus to the door; the bells that used to clang when any visitor entered were cut down. Inside, the shelves have been wrenched from the walls and left where they fell, their contents scattered across linoleum that was once a cheerful yellow. He steps over a crushed box of crackers, a dented can of something without a label, and a child’s sneaker.

He runs a finger along the edge of the counter and examines the dust on his fingertip with mild interest before lowering himself to sit on the floor, his back against the cabinet below the register. A rumbling in the distance, he narrows his eyes and inhales the stale air. He picked up the distant rainfall, an excellent chance to churn out some of his empty plastic bottles and collect the rainwater for use later tonight. “Silver lining and all that..” he mumbles, sliding off his backpack to gather the needed materials for it. His fingers find the cigarette carton tucked in the front pocket. He draws it out and opens it. Two left, nested in their foil like a pair of last resort. He regards them for a moment.

A sigh before drawing one free and placing it between his lips without lighting it. “Dinner,” he says to no one, and settles in to wait for the rain.

@ofrequiem // semi-plotted starter

[xbeautifulxlie]

Plotted starter for @ofrequiem

The thick scent of rain had consumed the air during the drive. Even with the windows shut, she could smell the scent of a fresh start. For Ada that’s what agreeing to join the Hound Wolf Squad was about, a new beginning. Ada had been wanted prior to the events within China, Clara had tarnished her reputation. Even if she had been cleared the bounty and crimes stood.

Perhaps it was all part of the plan they had to trap her.

The engine came to a halt with the tired crunching on the gravel. Ada remained in the seat for a moment longer, her hands resting against the wheel. When Leon had contacted her and asked her to be the head of this young female’s protection detail she thought he was out of his mind. Ada wasn’t exactly someone everyone dealt with well, she couldn’t figure out what he was thinking.

Of course that was a habit of his, placing trust in her she didn’t feel she deserved. She had changed since China, she wasn’t the confident seductive woman who wore the tight dresses anymore. When a man becomes so obsessed over you that he ruins thousands of lives and steals the one thing you thought you were safe with. Your identity, it makes you feel like an object that can be replicated.

The man didn’t just watch her, he studied her and cataloged her habits. He built that woman into Ada, he took the one thing Ada had her autonomy. She witnessed someone who merely just needed help to get out of a situation wear her face, and be manipulated to ruin her.

Then she watched her die wearing that same face.

Ada closed her eyes snaking in a deep breath, her eyes didn’t look in the rearview, everytime she looked inside the mirror she seen Clara. The woman who became her, whom she couldn’t help.

She slowly stepped from the vehicle gravel crunching under her heeled boots, even now she always worked better with heels. She adjusted the black leather jacket she wore overtop a crimson button down as she made her way to the building, her charcoal dress pants making the top stand out.

She moved through the FBI employees with her usual stoic expression, flashing her BSAA credentials where needed. Grace is new to this world, please take care of her for me. Still playing in her mind. What did Ada have to offer this woman? When she couldn’t even save her own self from being stolen. A sigh as she approached the desk.

She stood watching the woman work for a moment, Ada even now with her days of being a mercenary behind her studied a person before she approached them. Something inside her twisted, Grace seemed so gentle. Someone who this world could corrupt so easily, consume her until all that was left was a hallow shell. Ada couldn’t allow that, not to yet another person like Leon, Jill or Claire. She couldn’t let what was taken from herself, be taken from Grace.

There was a check in on her earpiece, this brought an eye roll. “If you think I’m calling you Alpha Redfield, you are some form of joke.” She said before sighing. “I see her.” Was all she said before stepping forward. “Grace Ashcroft”

She let a smile quirk on the dry expression she wore so well. “Leon asked me to check on you, I’m an old acquaintance of his.” She explained perhaps the mentioning of Leon sending her would make her feel at ease. “My name is Ada Wong, and I’ll be overseeing your safety in the coming days.” Her voice was like silk slipping over a sharpened blade as it sung to the space between them. She stood her weight on her right hip, hands at her sides in full view.

[ashfcrdlegacy]

( @ofrequiem )

Alfred was unconnected from reality walking through the streets. These people..these things didn't deserve to bask upon him. And yet they act like they don't know him..they don't look at him. They just walk by as if another day has done the same. Slid on by without acknowledging them. And Alfred both loved. And hated it.

Whispering to himself thoughts of his sister flood his mind. After Claire caused the whole of Rockford Island to collapse metaphorically he was forced to go out into society since he was completely alone. Not that he minded. But his lack of food had definitely gotten to him. He had enough to last him for that long.

Dressed in fine modern clothing as though it was a disease clinging to his skin he kept his head down till his shoulder harshly clipped someone shorter than him. His eyes widen as a twitch of anger filled him before he turned to face the culprit his eyes widen at the sight of her. He saw Alexia. His eyes shine brightly at the sight of her before the vision of her shifts into someone else.

Her profusely apologizing made Alfred straighten his back and clear his throat as though he was commanding a room. He was angry. But he instantly calmed himself as he clears his throat." Madam. I apologize for bumping into you the way I did." His tone was awkward if not also aristocratically polite. He wanted that vision of Alexia to come back. He prayed for it to return in this young woman.