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“I see…” He hmmed quietly. “It was called the C Virus when I was working. I’ve been with it for about a year now.”

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One gloved hand lifted upward, and gently held her own chin. Listening closely too what Chris had to say. Her brows furrowing.

“I see... Hmm... I’ve only really heard it in passing, from people here and there, but don’t know much about it.. .Something about Jams... Jur.. .Jua... Whatever it’s called... Can you tell me more about it?”

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He watched, curious. He chuckled at the mention of a weird eye club. “You’re the first person to not be weirded out by them.” He said, being honest.

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Diana giggled lightly, and lifted one hand to gently ruffle her own hair a little bit. “Well, it... Takes a lot to weird me out. After living in Arklay for a few years you see some shit. If you’ll pardon the expression.”

Her head tilted again, and the arm lowered. Observing him closely. “So... Um... What kinda of infection if that..? I don’t know it well, so it has to be something new, right?”

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Chris looked amused, a few of the eyes watching her. “Ah, a fan then. And…I infected myself to save my partner.”

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That got the woman to frown slightly. But just slightly. She gently strapped that bone spear onto her back, putting it away entirely. Followed by her hands carefully removing the bone helmet, using the ropes to tie the jaws closed, and then strap it onto her belt.

“I’m glad you had a choice, and you remained in control. You did something very noble, very heroic! Like something out of comic books.” As she spoke, her hands lifted, and gently undid her eye patch. Carefully tucking it inside a pocket of her leather shirts and stitching. Now revealing the vibrant orange and red eye of mutation she had. The pupil of it slightly long, like a slit. Animalistic almost. And the eye socket it’s self was darker than the other. “Kinda match, don’t we? Weird eye club, haha.”

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That made Chris pause. He shouldn’t be surprised. It seemed like everyone knew him. “Guess I am.” He said, taking her hand with his discolored right arm.

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The female gave a firm grip, and shook the hand quickly. Full of excitement and happiness it seemed. And the smile on her face spread into a broad grin. “When I was very little, I always wanted to join the STARS group, or be a cop!”

Finally she pulled her hand back, and tilted her head sideways. The helmet made of bones clacking slightly as it shifted. “What happened too your... Uh...” One gloved hand lifted, and gently motioned towards her own face and waved at it. As if asking about the eyes.

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Plenty of people had seemed to be wandering forests lately. Perhaps some in nostalgia, and others maybe because they couldn't let go of the past? Who knew. Diana was merely forever trapped by that past.

On a simple day's patrol, she could see someone from a distance. Was she that close to the edge of the Arklay mountains all ready? Or maybe she just went too far again, and was well beyond it's borders. None the less, there walked a woman, a red head... And the scent in the air made Diana pause. That was near recognizable, but so old. And so, there she stood, peeking around a tree a little too long. The large bone helmet on her head, and one bright blue eye shining from under it. A little out of place.

But she had to know who this was.

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Chris didn’t seem to fazed. It was his job, after all, to deal with worse. “Nah, it’s alright. Names Chris Redfield.”

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The moment he said his name, it made the smaller female perk up a bit, and shoulders relax. It was obvious she knew that name.

“Oh! Hello, Chris! My name is Diana.” No last name to go with it. “You’re the old S.T.A.R.S. Chris! It’s a pleasure.” She held out her hand, almost in excitement.

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Fall was right around the corner, the last few weeks of summer in the Midwest slowly starting to fade. The nights were growing colder and wetter. And so, Diana had to stock up on supplies before the winter hard ship hit. She had been raised with all manner of creatures and mutated plants, so she had to teach herself how to track and hunt. And she was now far better than any predator that wandered the wilds.

However, walking through the forests, spear in hand, and bone helmet closed on her head, leathers tightly worn, and her eye patch ever working... She found tracks that she hadn’t seen in a while in this area.

Following after these, her eyebrow was perked. These looked like they could be the tracks of a person. A normal person... Or perhaps, a monster... Hard to tell with the messy underbrush. None the less, she went along the path to find who these tracks belonged too.;

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“Alpha Team is flying over the forest zone situated in north-west Raccoon City, where we are searching for the helicopter of our compatriots, Bravo Team, who disappeared during the middle of their mission. Bizarre murder cases have recently occurred in Raccoon City. There have been outlandish reports of families being attacked by groups of about ten people. Victims were apparently eaten. The Bravo Team was sent in to investigate, but we lost contact.”

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REBLOG THIS IF YOU ARE A RESIDENT EVIL ROLEPLAY BLOG!

I am looking for more active resident evil blogs in the fandom as i am returning to this one, and I am looking for people to rp with.

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Roleplay call!

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Chris wondered where all of these people were coming from, sighing. “Hi there.”

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At first, the woman wearing the eye patch was wary of the man. He was... Obviously mutated with some sort of infection. But it was one of those new ones that she wasn’t too familiar with... And he spoke english. Wait, he kinda looked... Like one of the people from STARS back in the day... But that was unlikely.

One hand lifted and grabbed the bone helmet she wore, and pushed the upper jaw a little wider, so her face was more visible, before giving a cautious wave in return.

“Hello, there... Sorry if I surprised you.”

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“Ah~ Fall is right around the corner! I love watching all the greens turn orange!”

Diana was as happy as can be, bounce in her step.

“I’m baaack~!”

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♔ 

The past can hurt. But the way I see it, you can either  r u n  from it or  l e a r n  from it.

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When your muses won't respond to a reply:

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Diana was shuffling uncomfortably, almost embarrassed. She never was good with valentines day, and now with Steve as a special someone, well. She was even worse. Keeping her head low, the infected woman held out a hand carved wooden box, in the shape of a flower bulb, just round with petals. Inside it, was fresh strawberries, all cut into shapes of hearts, and some chocolates in the center. "Happy Valentines day, Steve."

He beamed at her and reached out for her gift only after he had handed her his own box. It was messily wrapped, as if he had little to no clue to what he was doing but had wanted to make the attempt despite the fact. 

"Happy Valentine’s day to you too, girlie." he laughed. 

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A part of him was anxious to see her unwrap the gift as it was something he had picked out for her on a journey, a set of riding gloves and cloak to keep her warm and hidden amongst the snowy treeline for the next few months. 

"You don’t have to be careful." he urged. "I promise it’s nothing either of us would break." 

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She glanced up at the ginger a moment, before deciding to outright rip the gift open. After all, he wanted her to open it quick. And ooooh, what a gift she found. Her eyes lit up and she looked in shock for a moment. Such nice things, compared to her own... A new set of gloves, to replace her old ones that were fraying and ripped. A brand new warm cloak to survive the winter better than her makeshift stitched ones.

Almost bouncing in place, she giggled and pulled off the old gloves, tucking those into one of the many pockets she had. And pulled on the new ones. A perfect fit. And then pulled the cloak onto her empty shoulders, turning left, then right, enjoying how well it swayed with her movements.

"I love these, Steve! Thank you so much!"