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@bladesout | “ When was the last time you felt safe? ”

"When my father was still alive." She begins slow, unraveling what she may get away with telling as they walked. "The world was hardly safer then, but when he was in it, nothing could touch us. My sister and I were safe in his shadow, and he cast a large one. He was 6'4. Wore nothing but the finest suits in black. He was a brilliant inventor, and a chemist. Made UV proof glass, and birth control, and all kinds of clockwork oddities." She looks up, and stops in her tracks. "He was also the crown Prince of Wallachia. And the bioweapon you all know, as Dracula."

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[ BARE ] for the sender to come inside the receiver.

Despite the superficial thoughts of her peers, she always thought Nemesis T-Type was elegant for his line. Once upon a time, the Tyrants were as close to her kind she had read about before she ever encountered the legends of Progenitor. The NE Parasite and its capacity to create thralls of the zombies, she considered so very similar. It was a minor miracle she got to meet him at all, when everyone thought he had perished in the blast.

In a white bandage dress with a very short skirt, Kira approached him as he's restrained, and shared with him her true colors. Red eyes, blue skin, white hair. She held his face, beckoning him to recognize another. She explained. It's going to be okay. They said they'll shorten our time imprisoned if we mate. She tilts her head against his huffs and growls, and looks him in his good eye. Would you let me ease your loneliness?

She had no panties, and no bra to worry about. She rejected the lubricant her scientist handlers recommended lest they put something in it. Instead she demanded 5 ccs of verbena concentrate mixed with 1 pint of blood or no deal. In the now, Kira cupped where she imagined a penis would be and lifted her skirt to expose her holes for him to inspect. As the restraints released, she didn't resist at all in being his little doll to explore at his leisure and probe.

It wasn't long before she found herself mounted, stretched out, and rutted into. She measured his stamina, and gradually began to move against his thrusts. One of her hands resisted against his tendrils hard enough to break free. She reached for his face to caress, and feel some closeness. Though intimacy was foreign, Kira intended to introduce him to it as she felt her thighs convulse and her stomach expand with warmth.

It's too hot, and her face was so flushed. After a few minutes of being crushed, she began to move again, fucking herself on his cock. She wasn't nearly done with him. Not until he learned something beyond uploaded knowledge and raw instinct. "Change…" She gasped underneath a mess of her hair in front of her face. "Change positions."

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i am as good as dead here. that's why i have nothing to lose. / piers

Kira felt helpless, beaten down, and livid he had lost his arm and gained in its stead this volatile instrument. She knew his chances of not degenerating further were slim. She shared the responsibility of marching him along through the waterlogged NeoUmbrella facility with Chris gladly, and trusted him not to say a word how each time the waves rose above her knee boots, she used more of her energy not to become numb. "Shut up. You're my friend." Friends don't accept the odds and welcome the reaper in their home. "We're getting you on a helicopter. And then we're getting you to a hospital."

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@agentvalentine | continued Just the sound of her refute sparks a light in her eyes. Kira's always had her finger on the pulse too long. Dug deep in death's dirt too long to root elsewhere and breathe. Well, her companion says the grass is green in the future. Her gloved hand leaves the corpse to draw her kukri. It comes down and decapitates him. She takes the man's tags and takes a picture of him and it for their field report. Such was the necessity of life under an outbreak.

Only then does Kira take Jill's hand, gladly accepting her assistance from crouching to stand. She sticks close just over her left shoulder, Beretta drawn but safely pointed at the floor as they made ground to the next section of the building. She speaks low and as discreet as she can within a tight unit. "I know what you're thinking. And you can hide it all you like under pretty speeches. But the truth is, your wickedness is something others are eager to forgive."

She's perfectly serious, daring Jill to look back at her as she gave glance. "You could not help your blood as it was taken. And I kept mine to myself even though the right person could've helped. You have earned back the trust of others in months. I haven't had that kind of faith since 1998. You are correct, though. We are alike. As different as thought and memory."

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|| Kira's car, the 1929 Rolls Royce Phantom from main verse that was a collector's find rescued by Lionel Luthor and a smooth purchase with her own hard money earned from her mercenary career, exists in resi verse as a gross display of wealth and a casual gift from Lord Spencer as a nod that he thinks he owns her and can treat everyone like his dolls and expect them at his own parties and know everyone's schedule down to a T. Kira tolerates this crushing lifestyle, but the car is something she always believed as hers. It does not perish in Raccoon City, but was stolen and kept in the Spencer Estate in England(?). She takes it back following his death. Years later, after stashing it away someplace safe, Kira serves her prison sentence and joins BSAA. She retrieves the car only to trade it in for a 1980 Rolls Royce Silver Shadow, needing a change.