| don’t know a thing about resident evil but I’m following all of ya

𝘊𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘙𝘦𝘥𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘭𝘥 • 𝘓𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 & 𝘋𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 • 𝘙𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘋𝘔𝘴 & 𝘋𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘥 • 𝘔𝘋𝘕𝘐 • 𝘔𝘶𝘯 𝘪𝘴 30+ #RERP #ResidentEvilRP

| would love to return here at some point and write up something

Back in action.

He smiled - - not the charming, boyish smile he offered to bartenders or heiresses - - but the kind that belonged in war rooms and long nights in enemy territory. Cool. Patient. Dangerous.

holy shit

Bond held her at the rhythm’s edge - - a tango, yes, but in his grip it felt more like a negotiation: sharp turns, veiled threats, and tension disguised as choreography. Every step, a question. Every spin, a test.

Bond didn’t smile. He never did when someone else moved first.

MADRID, SPAIN – NIGHT The Palacio de Cristal glimmers under chandeliers and candlelight. Outside, the Spanish night hums with cicadas. Inside, elegance sharpens into tension.

He meets her halfway - - of course he does. A man like him always knows exactly how far to go, and when to stop. One hand finds the small of her back, barely grazing the fabric of that backless dress. The other, still holding hers, lifts - - positioned perfectly. Like he’s done this before.

| as such a huge Donkey Kong fan, today was wonderful for me

“Then we understand each other perfectly.” He doesn’t rush the gesture. A pause - - just enough for her hand to hang in the air, claimed by no one. Then, deliberately, he takes it.

Eyes steady, the edge of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “You ask as though I brought a map.” He doesn’t move closer, but his presence holds - - a quiet gravity rather than pursuit. Every word weighed before spoken.

New devices. New vices.

His smile doesn’t widen, but it settles in deeper, like a well-worn glove): “That’s the trouble with stories, Miss Guerralobos.” He sets the glass down again - - quietly, deliberately - - before leaning just slightly closer, voice dropping a half-tone lower. “They always lead somewhere.”

| honestly with characters like Indy and Bond it really pushes me out of my comfort zone of dialogue and personality, I am like neither of these men so it is very nice

Smile curving, slow and almost reverent, as if savoring both the words and the way she said them. “Poetic. Either you’ve read far too many books. .or not nearly enough.”

“Aster. Like the flower.” [ His thumb lingers a second longer than necessary before releasing her hand. ] “Fitting. Something rare that thrives in colder seasons.” [ A slight tilt of the head. Watching. Weighing. ]

NAME: ??? ALIAS: OMICRON

Carmichael. Alden Carmichael. [ Placing his glass down, now, offering the other a gentle hand. ]

Then I’ll consider myself lucky.

Then you understand the value of precision. [ Said with a sly smile. ]

𝐈'𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞, & 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞.

Stirred. I prefer to keep my drinks in hand.

Shaken, not. .

Lacking any of it gets you killed.

He doesn’t miss.

Vienna. A well tailored suit and a pare of sunglasses stand at the bar top - - vodka martini in hand.

𝙾𝙾7. Also, should anyone wish to write, just hit me up! :)

𝐀 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫, 𝐚 𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐦, 𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦. 𝐀 𝐬𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤, 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤. 𝘑𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘱𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘔𝘤𝘘𝘶𝘦𝘦𝘯 Fashion Photographer with a secret. ♡ + ↻ #MVRP #MarvelRP #XMenRP

──*ੈ⏱‧₊˚༺💮༻*ੈ⏱‧₊˚── 💮丂𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐧 丂𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞💮 ˗ˏˋ ꒰⏱꒱ ˎˊ˗ ⏱𝔽𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐫⏱ 💮丂𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐫 丂𝐮𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞💮 ──*ੈ⏱‧₊˚༺💮༻*ੈ⏱‧₊˚── ♡ + ↻

New mission. Prove yourself, Bond.

Aiming practice. The gun in his hand feels like a glove - - not a target missed yet. He’s making a name for himself.

Agent. 007.