#siickfucks

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   “i- i do that actually, all it does is just clog your ears with air. n- not very interesting, i know.”

[chxckandmxte-a]

Unprompted Asks || Always Accepting

@siickfucks​ sent:  "Sorry, I wasn't in the mood to let you die today." Ada stated taking care to finish patching the wound in his stomach. He'd been unconscious for a while, she was certain he MIGHT be dead -- but he didn't need to know how worried she'd been half an hour ago. "... There's still a bullet fragment somewhere -- I, I couldn't find it. We'll have to get you some real help soon."

The mission seemed simple, find and track down the whoever stole the final crate full of the A-Virus. The person who had taken it left a faint trail that was a little too obvious, something Leon would have made an important mental note of if he was in his right mind. But given his current mid-life crises, he was lost and missing a part of himself. Although it didn’t affect his skills with firearms or martial arts, his clouded mind made his instincts hard to focus on, so little red flags like a purposely planted trail, Leon was oblivious to it. He didn’t even feel like going on a mission today, the fire he once had for justice had been dimmed and because of it, he had unknowingly become more careless and reckless. From the outside, most wouldn’t think Leon’s position was all that bad, it would appear that Leon had a profession that not only paid very well, but was great for thrill seekers. 

But no one actually knew the struggle unless you had been in the fight as long as he was. He was already in his mid forties.Twenty years of endless fighting, would drive anyone mad. Things were going fine so far, Leon had taken out some hostiles, a handful of Zombies. But upon entering one particular room, a trap was laying wait for him. After entering the room through the doors, Leon walked into a dark room. Until one very small red light appeared on the wall. Not long after, several red lights would beam on before the lights would turn on suddenly revealing one wall full of sentry guns aimed directly at him. The moment he realized it was a trap, the door locked and guns began to fire. 

Thinking as quick as he could, Leon jumped to the side and dove for cover behind a large weapons crate. Scanning the area for any means of escape, he saw large glass window. Quickly, he called Hunnigan, explained the situation and she was able to find a route for him to escape through the window, there was a fire escape that was a below the window. Giving his thanks, Leon waits for the right moment and makes a break for it rushing towards the window, but just as he was about to jump through the glass, he felt a sharp sting in the lower section of his stomach, the shot causing him to grunt in pain. Biting his lip to fight through the sting of the gunshot, Leon managed to lunge out the window but landed awkwardly due to him losing blood, dammit, why didn’t he bring a first aid spray? Leon landed hard on the fire escape. He was out of that place, but not soon enough. Vision would begin to blur as he tried to force himself to stay awake. Moments later he had managed to force himself from the fire escape and onto one of the rooftops near it. But from there, he felt his legs become weak and he was beginning to lose his balance. Adrenaline finally subsided and immediately, Leon fell over. 

He had lost too much blood. He would lay there for a few moments, staring up at the night sky. The few visible stars from the surrounding light pollution would twinkle, all he could do was lay there and look up into the night while his mind wandered.

Is this where it all ends for me? On some rooftop in New York City? Wow..what the hell kind of life did I live? Oh well. This is probably for the best anyway..no more suffering..if only I could have lived..a much better life.

Leon’s consciousness fades and he finds himself in a dark pitch black room, there’s a white light that Leon could see, it was feint, but it was there, and getting brighter with each second. After staring for a few moments, he reached out to try and touch it. 

But before his fingertips could even poke the light, he felt himself suddenly being pulled back and in a flash. He opened his eyes and gasped, the shock of feeling air entering his lungs. How the hell was he alive?

The moment his vision returned, his question would be answered as he hears Ada’s familiar voice. Just how long had he been laying here for if she found him?

[{ ☣ }] - “Ada? ..If I’m seeing you, then I must already be dead.. I haven’t seen you in years..”

The pain of her patching up his wound would quickly remind him that he was very much alive. Wincing a bit as she continued to tend to his injury. He slowly sat up once she finished.

[{ ☣ }] - “Well, I’m alive at least. Great... Guess I owe you one..”

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   @siickfucks​ :  "Why did the kid cross the playground? To get to the other ... Slide." From Kid Ellie !

   it takes them a second to get the joke, resulting in an UNEXPECTED SNORT.    “oh- oh no, that’s f- funny...! tell me another, t- tell me another!”

[beguilingfury]

"I'm only providing the wine if you'll behave yourself this time." Ada @ Claire please

 ❛   pffft   ,   since   WHEN   HAVE   I   EVER   MISBEHAVED   ?   i   think   you’ve   gotten   me   confused   with   chris.   ❜

[lacodexgigas]

                  ❝ Ada. ❞   The name fell from his lips so easily in it’s meager encapsulation of passive aggression & contempt, frustration laced in his tone. Contempt, but not for the woman whom had once again so jarringly & inexplicably sauntered her way into his life with an elegance Leon Kennedy still to this day could not put into words aptly. No, his malice rest with whatever organization Ada Wong had allied herself with this time, whomever pulled the strings in the background, making profit from the failed lineage of a company more interested in financial gain through the propagation of viral terrorism than its once alleged, pristine imagine of pharmaceuticals. Umbrella was long buried, the company defunct & banished to the annals of a painful history. But it’s echoes still lingered in the darkness of the world stage’s seedy underground. That was where the DSO came in, where Leon came in. His only interest now was to discover her reason for a sudden appearance.

                  At least, that was what the agent wanted to tell himself. He approached with his usual cool manner, vaguely disappointed & yet interested nevertheless. The question was whether it was in Ada’s mission, or the woman herself, irrespective to assignment. There’s was a complicated past, one built of tentative not-quite-trust & vague, meandering betrayals with redemptions just on the horizon.   ❝ How is it that you keep managing to stumble into my life & mess everything up? ❞   His own mission had gone sideways from the moment he touched down - typical fair, but the possibility of one day catching a break kept Leon hopeful. Years later & he was still just a little naïve. One might assume it added to his charms.   ❝ So, who's the client this time? Or do I even want to know? ❞

@siickfucks​ // ᴀᴅᴀ ᴡᴏɴɢ

[emptymoved]

@siickfucks​ (Ellie) sent: ❛ Why should I believe you? ❜

legacies sentence meme -- still accepting

    It was a GOOD question.

    Niko knew he didn’t look like the most TRUSTWORTHY person in the moment, and for those who didn’t prove to him that he COULD put his trust in them, he really wasn't sure if he could believe them either. However, in some situations, he really had no reason to screw someone over or openly LIE about his intentions.

    So, at her question, he couldn’t help the slight raise of his eyebrows before he shrugged.

    “I don’t know, you don’t HAVE to,” he replied, “I have no reason to BULLSHIT, either.”