#v;tricell

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@barbed-cudgel | continued

It's not strange to her at all to take this time to speak to each other, when its just them. Bladed Berettas holstered, Kira walks this stretch of an elevated walkway, a floor above her in the Ndipaya temple. "I like your optimism..." She hisses, tiredly. Without the others, her heart is weary to do her duty. She steps to a pillar, and casually walks up it, and onto the ceiling. Well, that was enough of a heart to heart for the moment. She pulls a low range remote device from her belt, and pushes a button. Her eyes take on a scarlet glow, conflicted, yet dangerous. From behind walls and under cave formations, half a dozen Licker β's start to creep and close in fast.

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@captainredfields | continued

Is it exactly what you wanted? Ghoulish servant dead upon giving up the details. One bride disintegrated. The other dispelled. And the Master's gone scorched Earth. Her eyes burn, half lidded with blood tears. His man beside him gets to bear witness to the madness of their dysfunctional little family. What's a bit of tinnitus between old friends… She shoots once to clip the top of his ear, and dives to roll and take off running.

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@forgotten-retrouvaille | 🦇

Ever since Jill came into their hands, she's been her responsibility. Under the P30 and Wesker's thrall, Kira diligently cared for her needs and accompanied her on many a mission. Yet it became clear, the longer she was unable to choose to be with them of her own will, the more resentment would fester. "Can you hear me?"

"I'm going to take this off. And when you can move, I want you to make a choice." Kira pulls a needle gun and extracts from herself a fat vial of dark red blood. She replaces the needle, and leaves the gun on the table between them. "You can have my strength. You were always meant for more than human kind." In a sudden steel grip, Kira pulls at the P30, until it's dislodged, then waits, seated with the device and its slime spread upon the table. It won't be long now.

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@manufactoredxbyxdesign | continued She breaks, looking away guiltily as her serious veneer falls apart. There you are. It's awful pushing his buttons like this, but, "The only way anyone can get you to speak at length about these things is to make you refute assumptions." She sighs, looking back at him.

"I know you haven't been a person for a very long time, sir. People have passports and driver's licenses, and can sit in a cafe for long enough that the FBI doesn't call in the DSO for a standoff. You haven't been able to squeeze your way out of this one for a long time." She chuckles, and holds her neck, processing. Her hand moves to pick lazily at the patch on her battlesuit. And that means you'll be hunted by one faction, and embraced by a new movement.

She gestures to the wind with flare. "Have you decided? How people can summon you… And what kind of offerings do you expect?

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@agentvalentine | continued There isn't much she could do for her but take liberties with her duties, and remind her she's not alone. Kira's allowed to make sure she's immaculately well-groomed. She's allowed to share meals with her and pick out a rare outfit to wear when it's not the battlesuit. And of course, she's alright to partner up with her on missions: reconnaissance, acquisition, assassination, or infection.

After a hundred thorough brushes, Kira holds her cheek with such warmth. "I love you, sweet girl. We're going to be a family. Once this is all over." She hands her back her hair tie. And then presents her with fine white pajamas folded in a neat stack.

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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.

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❛   there's no god anywhere in the world. the only one's inside me.   ❜ ( from wesker )

She doesn't speak often of her beliefs in a world like this. From Umbrella to Tricell, everyone around her was atheist or Los Illuminados impersonating catholic. To speak of old gods, she feared, would earn his mockery and laughter. Still, she's stubborn. It's her heart he asks to let the sun in, and she's always been a moon kind of bird. "My god is Pallas Athena. Goddess of war, wisdom, handcrafts, and heroic endeavor. Her's is the bust that hangs over the doorway when a raven comes calling, telling those that sit in grief over lost love and past career, 'get out'. 'Get out and make your legacy or you will rot and die.'"

"If this what you are, tell me in certainty just this once, what do you represent and what would you ask of me?"