#solemnxodium

[noonegetsleftbehind]

@myristicisms @biosnipe @solvikare @ltsharpshooter @cadouchosen @facetedspades @fcrrokinetic @fortunatesxn @canonfoddcr (I am dying lmao) @bastardsunlight  @solemnxodium

[made0fmold]

𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙 — 𝑛𝑜 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑒𝑥𝑐𝑒𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔

Chris never thought he would see Albert Wesker ever again. But there he was, very much alive and breathing. He was being contained in a cell at the B.S.A.A headquarters, held under close (and very heavily guarded) observation. Chris hadn’t believed it until he stormed into the medical wing himself to get answers. But all he had now were just more questions. According to the brain scans and the multitude of physical tests the medical team had run, Wesker had no memory whatsoever of who he was. Or what he’d been. The soldier felt his blood run cold when the blond lifted his head to stare at him through the clear barrier that separated them. Once he could form words again, Chris looked at the woman in charge of the team and pretty much lost his shit, directing his anger at her. She backed up a step when he started yelling. The guards shifted awkwardly in place with some exchanging looks with each other.

“What the hell is this?! A clone...? A fucking sick joke!? Albert Wesker, alive?”

She attempted to placate him to no avail. Chris was no longer listening. He had focused his full attention on the man he thought to be dead for many years now, and by his own hands nonetheless. “What do you remember?” Chris demanded, his voice calmer now despite the inner turmoil. Another surge of anger coursed through him and he strode over to the control panel. He was going to get answers—one way or another. The doctor gestured to the guards and they seized him before he got the chance to press a button. “Don’t touch me,” he growled, yanking his arms from their grasp. Another glance at Wesker was given before he left the room. He needed to cool down, gather his bearings before he stepped in there again. Chris could not forget what his ex-captain had done to Jill even if the man himself had no memory of it. There was still anger there, yes, but he couldn’t let it consume him again.

@solemnxodium​​​

[viruxlent]

[ALONE]

[ ALONE ]  for sender to show up on receiver’s doorstep covered in blood.

As soon as Chris pulled open the door, he was greeted with a tattered, bloody mess of person that all but collapsed forward into his arms. Reacting mindlessly, he went to brace the man, both his palms meeting a layer of something lukewarm and wet. Crumbling on himself and covered in all shades of crimson, Chris almost didn’t recognize him ―

“ ALBERT! ”

[fcrrokinetic]

@solemnxodium from x

Karl studied the other man for a long moment, then turned his attention back to the barrier of thick, green goop standing between them and their exit.  It stank.  It was slimy, and stinky, and he was not at all equipped to deal with this bullshit today.

But the goop had been built up around a metal frame.  It was a trap and he knew it.  He could pull the metal out, but that would burst all the goop bubbles, unleashing a hellish tirade of nausea-inducing stank.

“I think you’re seriously underestimating the hellish aroma that’s about to be unleashed when you burst those bubbles,” he responded.  “I’ll take the long way around, but if you want to charge through that?  Be my guest.”

[dilffactory]

👀 because it needs to be done

[ex-socom]

"If you would like, I'd be happy to get to know you better before I decide to lay you down on my desk~"

A rumble traveled up Jack's throat, ending in a slight purr. "Whenever your schedule allows for it, boss..."

[rcpdrookie]

"Come now, there's no need to be coy. It's clear they're jealous you're such a perfect specimen."

"See? I told them this is what I mean. How can anyone think you're creepy and evil. I mean... Nobody's ever called me a specimen like that. Kinda hot, actually."

[ricardo-irving]

"How much have you had to drink?"

There were at least five empty bottles of various alcohol scattered around him and then one half-drunk bottle of beer in his hand. The businessman had the slight hush of red across his homely face, but otherwise he seemed to be doing pretty well holding his liquor.

Ricardo shrugged at the question. "Not enough, I'm thinkin'," he replied, then took another swig of the bottle in his hand.