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[effithymia]

Here's another attempt at the Art Nouveau style, of course, with Carlos. I like that style and the compositions you can create. The symmetry and all that satisfying stuff. 🤌

It's also an attempt at coloring pieces like that, which is a work in progress. I still need to practice to figure out how to make it work.

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[ladydenkiart]

[beanthazar]

Blorbov from my blends

[priceforeverything]

Jake, spending money on finding out info about anyone he thinks is related to him, more likely than you think.

[kozach]

[FASHION] Nikolai brings over an outfit for Sasha to try on <- for some arrangement we're sure he doesn't want to be roped into

𝑃𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑐 𝐼𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑐𝑦 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑡𝑠

"Get off, get off! Ти, клятий сучий сину, забирайся від мене геть!"

Cursing and swearing ensue as he tries to dodge Nikolai's hands and the ridiculous suit he is trying to force Alexander into. A suit and tie, really? This is not some super special event, and even if it was - he doesn't want to look rich and important! People that were rich and important were people he was contemptuous of! He'd rather blaspheme their stupid sanctimonious rituals by wearing his usual jeans and jacket.

Suffice it to say, it's a long and painful two minutes. And by the end of it, Alexander is red in the face, disheveled, hair unkempt, but the suit does adorn his body, as do the slacks. He is not so sure he wants to try the tie.

"Ти так впевнено ходиш на цих ногах, подивимося, наскільки впевненим ти будеш, коли я їх зламаю. Тоді умови гри рівні, так?"

And he spits.

[austen-mcallister]

He was one in a squad of six. The frigid temperatures had the soldiers dressing warmly to fight off the chill, leading to silhouettes of indeterminate gender as they walked along the snowy path to the coordinates. B.O.W.-wise, there hadn't been anything challenging. A few of the shamblers were still around, dragging their rotting feet and making easy targets for trigger-happy BSAA after too long without engagement. There had also been a few half-dead wildlife with various states of decay; also easy target practice.

The unit stopped suddenly at the crackling of their radios. The person leading, which could be parsed as the captain, raised his hand, which the group immediately fell silent as they heard the distress call.

"We hear you loud and clear. What are you coordinates? Over," asked the captain, who looked back towards his group, which all were looking at him expectantly for directions. One member, at the back of the group, even with an assault rifle held firmly in his grip, seemed more antsy than the others. His posture had a very anxious quality to it with the way he seemed to want to curl inwards on himself. The rest of the unit seemed to be doing everything in their power to ignore the nervous member.

"I repeat: what are your coordinates?" The captain asked Nikolai once more. "We will head your way as soon as we receive them. Over."

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[lordk022]

Am I the only one who thinks Troy Otto would be perfect at Umbrella Corporation? He has the profile to be hired by this company.

[ricardo-irving]

Nikolai, examining the interior of an empty, metal briefcase: "Very unusual." But not sounding pressed about it. "I must have misplaced your sample."

Misplaced it in the very same way Irving has misplaced Nikolai's full payment during their last business exchange.

If there was ever a way to draw the businessman's ire, it was to mess with his dealings, be it money or, in this case, valuable samples. A sneer was forming on his homely face as he glowered up at the Russian.

"Whaddaya mean...'misplaced?'" Ricardo asked Nikolai coldly. "Shit like that doesn't just get 'misplaced.'"

He was aware of what the other man was trying to do, of course. This wasn't his first rodeo, after all. "You ain't gettin' so much as a dime for an empty briefcase."

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