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"Another Leon!" The child beams at the discovery, while keeping a respectable difference.
"Hello there."
- @terato-canis
Leon snaps his head towards the sound of his name, looking around in wonder until he spots a child nearby watching at him.
Hi kid. You lost?
((hello! if your leon interned at umbrella, maybe our characters might have met very briefly? would that be something you'd be down for? ive been wanting to make our characters interact but had no clue how LOL))
- @terato-canis
It was an open house among the labs at the research center. Such events are held so that prospective employees can find their future job. They can either stay where they did their internship or transfer to another lab.
Leon trailed behind the group, confused. He clearly wanted to leave that lab; he couldn't be complicit in such merciless abuse of dogs. He wanted to leave that corporation. In secret Leon dreamed of holding them accountable for all the cruelty.
But maybe he was unlucky with the lab? Maybe he was so unlucky to end up with such a cruel research team?
-Kennedy
Leon jumped out of his skin, not expecting to be called. He quick glanced at all those silhouettes at the other end of the corridor, lost. From a distance, they looked like one big acid stain, into which he didn't want to dissolve.
- Sorry
He tried, despite himself, to catch up with them, but he couldn't make it. They leave in the elevator without him. He sighs and shifts from foot to foot, waiting by the elevator shaft. Maybe walking would be faster?
Almost like a somnambulist, he decides to take the stairs, despite the strong urge to run away. He just needs to check on the puppies and give them some medicine and change 1472's bandages; that puppy's dermatitis is really bad. But he also needs to write an essay that will influence his future employment.
A leak in the DSO's research department left Chloe without a holding cell, at least until the repair crew had been, which would probably be a few hours. Everyone the team of scientists asked to keep an eye on her was either busy or unwilling, so as a last ditch effort, one of the researchers knocked on Leon's office door and poked her head in.
"Hi there, Mr. Kennedy, I hate to do this but I'm looking for a favour. Do you think you can keep an eye on a specimen for me?"
She kept the child obscured from the man, unsure how he'd react upon seeing such a thing.
- @terato-canis
Leon blinked, frowning, this wasn't his job but he wasn't about to say no to a coworker that clearly needed help. "Sure, what kind of specimen?" He asked, tilting head ever so slightly. Pushing away papers he stood and walked around his desk starting to reach for his coat and harness. Was it dangerous? Was it sedated? He wanted to ask all of these questions but settled for the one as he let his hand hover over the objects waiting for the scientists answer.
@terato-canis
((i genuinely don't know if ive sent you an ask before! hello!))
- @terato-canis
Hello!!
Oh, a new person! This one didn't look like another Leon, in fact, it looked like a very kind lady.
The small monster approached the stranger, remembering to consider her own unsightly appearance and how it might be frightening to others.
"Hello, please don't be afraid of me. I promise I'm nice."
- @terato-canis
Rebecca smiled at the small dog person.
“It’s ok. I tend to check to see if someone is nice before I try and run. It has gotten me hit with weapons before, but I’d rather risk a wound to gain a friend!”
The monster poked her head around the corner, spotting a lady in a red biker jacket.
"Hello there." She greeted from a safe distance.
- @terato-canis
"Hm?"
Claire hummed, her head whipped towards the voice. The prickly ends of her ponytail thwack-ed her cheek at the motion; the soft flesh itched with mild irritation.
Grayed irises slid almost erratically; searching for the source. Zeroing onto the little girl, they softened. The crease of skin between her brows smoothened ever so slightly.
...What was a kid doing here?
She crouched, knees not yet touching the ground, the dirtied tips of her finger grazing the floor. "Hi," her lips turnt up, voice pitching softer. It had been too dark to see the little girls canine-like features.
"Es-cuse me?"
A voice called out to the police officer.
The sound lead him to a small, strange creature, half human-half monster. She looked creepy, but her mannerisms made her seem harmless. Nobody else was around.
"I'm hungry." She informed him, hoping for assistance.
- @terato-canis
The much smaller voice made Leon's head tilt curiously as he followed it, "Hello?"
When he saw the creature, some combination of a young girl and a dog, he was initially frightened, if only for a moment. Quickly, he realized that this chimera, no, this child, was harmless. Innocent. Leon's face softened and he knelt down, not wanting to seem so tall and potentially scary.
"Hungry, huh? I might know where to look for something that'll solve that problem," he smiled, "What're you doing in a place like this, kid?"
Leon's plan? To break open a vending machine and supply the girl with whatever was in it. He'd seen plenty around the building.
It was only meant to be a simple reconnaissance mission at the abandoned children's hospital, but when a small voice called out to the task force, they found themselves faced with something else entirely.
The child was strange-looking, to say the least. Large and hunched over with an unsightly face, she appeared to be some sort of dog-splicing attempt. Yet, something in her eyes appeared unmistakably human. Afraid.
She knew what she was, it seemed, as she remained in the shadows for as long as she possibly could. After some gentle coaxing, she reluctantly stepped into the light, revealing her misshapen form. She braced herself for the inevitable ridicule that came with being such a wretched thing. There was no doubt she was an incomplete experiment, but what was her purpose?
