Lady turned around at the sound of the familiar voice. "Oh, hey, Nero." His question drew a wry, questioning smile from her lips. "Yeah, where else would I be? What about you? What are you doing here? On business?"

"Hah, are you kidding me? Your captain would have my head if I put any of his men in that kind of danger. He's fiercely protective, that guy. I appreciate it, but I think you boys have enough on your plate fighting bioweapons. Leave the big bad demons to me, yeah?" Lady winked playfully.

Lady gave her a sympathetic look. Poor kid. Trauma was written all over her. Fresh and still vivid. The worst part about it? She knew what it was like. She'd been in her shoes once— a lifetime ago. Young, scared, confused, and lost. "Give it time. You're stronger than you think." Those were >

Lady would argue that lending your most powerful weapon to a stranger was not only reckless but incredibly foolish and naive— But that was her pragmatic, cynical side speaking. It was the darker, jaded part of her that had seen and experienced enough betrayal to warrant a general distrust of >

"Is that what they say?" Lady hummed thoughtfully. "Wasn't aware of that superstition." Granted, she didn't believe much in superstitions. The fact that she had been doing this job for over half of her life and was still alive and breathing could only mean one of two things: either she >

"I've seen Dante eat worse, to be honest."

Whoops. Did she unintentionally make it worse for the young blonde by revealing the existence of demons with such nonchalance? "They're not much different. Except they do more lunging and less lurching."

She'd barely slept a wink last night. How could she, when she'd only returned from her hunt — bruised and weary — at the crack of dawn? Lady yawned and debated returning to bed. Her muscles were sore and her head throbbed. Some rest should help her recover faster. Maybe she 𝑤𝑎𝑠 getting old—

"Just wait until you have to do laundry 𝑎𝑛𝑑 kill zombies — or demons —𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒. That's when the real mental whiplash happens. You'll get used to it."

@patronofwrath.bsky.social 's song just came up on the radio. youtu.be/7hPm4eiiD08?...

The AMR was one of the first things that had caught Lady's attention upon her initial once-over of the BSAA soldier. Finally getting a chance to inspect it closely, she whistled appreciatively and nodded. "A real beauty you've got there. What she lacks in firing rate, she makes up for in >

Just another day on the job—

"Yeah, but I only combine them in an emergency. A very 𝘣𝘪𝘨 emergency, if you catch my drift. Otherwise, I just use my regular weapons: handguns, shotguns, rifles, or grenades to deal with most demons — and zombies. It usually does the trick. 'Course, those are customized too. Fully upgraded >

"I need more.... money."

I’ve been waiting for you. -≠

-// 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘸. //-

"It used to be, but this new and improved alloy is lighter than most metals. I got a real artist to help me upgrade its components. Now, I can even carry two of these babies around at the same time." Lady grinned, giving the customized rocket launcher a loving pat. "Pleasure's mine, Piers."

She chuckled, highly amused by his reaction. "Relax, soldier. I was just messing with you." Lady took the plushies and dropped them into one large shopping bag. "He did?" She seemed to perk up a little, mismatched eyes lighting up at the news. "None taken. I'm used to it, so I get the confusion."

"Alright, Leon it is." From her smile, Lady seemed more than content to drop the formalities. After all, in Lady's book, a man who freely lent his most powerful gun to women he just met, without asking anything in return, could only be a good guy worth befriending. >

She narrowed her eyes playfully in mock suspicion. "Well, Piers. Either you're a magician who can summon plushies from thin air, or you're too shy to admit you're a fan." Personally, she hoped it was the former. Lady couldn't stand groupies. "I do, yeah. We're, uh— pretty close friends."

"Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Kennedy." Lady regarded him speculatively for a moment. She liked to believe she had seen enough in her life to recognize that look in someone's eyes. It was the same haunted, battle-weary look she glimpsed sometimes when she gazed at herself in the mirror. >

"Pleasure to meet you, Piers. So, you work with Chris Redfield, huh?" Her hand was reaching out to take his for the customary handshake, when— Pause. Blink. "Oh, wow, look at 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 cutie! Limited edition. I'll take two~!"

“ 𝕀’𝕞 ℙ𝕚𝕖𝕣𝕤. BSAA.” His hand was extended to shake it, but opening it… “Oh.” He frowned; genuine and confused. “What the…”

"Yeah, I can tell," she replied, closing one eye and angling the weapon to inspect it closely, but only after ensuring it was unloaded properly and the chamber was clear. "It's fine. I'm good with guns." A statement that probably didn't even need to be spoken aloud. One glance over at the >

/ ain't no way

Oh, well, no need to force himself. Lady was sure it'd come to her eventually. If not, she'd just give it another name! "Of course not. In fact, I'll do more than oil her chamber." The huntress smiled as she held the magnum revolver in her hands and stared at it almost reverently. "I'll take >

"He's not my boss!" Her tone rose an octave or two before she checked herself and cleared her throat. "...But, thanks. I owe you one. Sweet of you to do that, mister— realized I don't even know your name. I'm Lady."

/ lady getting a free chance to do whatever she wants to leon s kennedy and her choosing to take the requiem is me being 200% in character

Might just borrow that big gun for a while. Pop some demon heads with it. What was it called again? Something dramatically symbolic.

"Size doesn't matter to me that much. I'll take the cheaper one. I'm kinda broke right now, so... I can't be picky." Lady's first thought upon seeing the size of that plushie was how much of an ego-boost it'd give Dante if he ever found out about it. She sighed. This had to remain a secret.

"He's not my 𝑏𝑜𝑠𝑠." Lady rolled her eyes. "He's an old friend and partner—" Pausing, darting a look at the Dante bean plushie. "I'll take it. How much?"

"Pretending doesn't make it go away, Albert."

"I got mine from Temu. You can try there."

"Yeah, I do shopping on temu when I'm broke. So what?"

It wasn't the healthiest breakfast to have, but— "Food is food. At least it's fresh."

"Time to get to work. Busy day ahead. Got a whole nest to destroy. Can't believe the FBI is that desperate, but at least the pay will be good."

The huntress gave a subtle roll of her mismatched eyes and straightened her posture, spinning her gun with a flourish before holstering it. "You said it, handsome, not me." Not quite the warm welcome she had expected. Then again, coaxing warmth from him was no small feat, especially when he was >

Stepping into the room with a playful little bounce, Lady stopped beside @patronofwrath.bsky.social 's desk with a grin and draped her arm over a file cabinet, loaded gun in her hand, thumb sliding back and forth on the safety trigger, producing a rhythmic clicking sound. "What's up, doc?"

° 「 A. Wesker 」 ° 𝘖𝘷𝘦𝘳? 𝘐'𝘮 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥— ° ───────↬❦↫─────── ° ↠ Indie canon/AU portrayal ↠ Further Info in Thread ↠One of the many #GhostsOfJohn

Long, cat-like stretch of her limbs, the sound of joints popping mingling with her contented sigh. "Long day. Can't wait to rest my eyes for a couple hours."

° 「 Varka 」 ° 𝘕𝘰𝘸, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘢 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘯𝘢𝘱? ° ───────↬❦↫─────── ° ↠ Indie Canon/AU Portrayal ↠ Further Info in Thread ↠ One of the many #GhostsOfJohn

Lady gave a slow nod; a silent confirmation that she, indeed, hunted monsters. However, the cause of her nightmares extended far beyond the realm of the demonic, into the haunting territory of patricide— a necessary sacrifice for the good of mankind that still weighed upon her soul even today. >

/ if it weren't for the fact that she feared this giganotosaurus could crush her into paste at any moment, she would have sent Dante back in the van with Nico already😂

/ lady calmly negotiating with an eight-foot-tall overpowered being from another dimension and using only a subtle resemblance to his lost girlfriend as an ace up her sleeve that she isn't even aware she's having is so IC for her, lmao

Lady felt the inexplicable tug of familiarity, too, yet she was fairly certain she had never met him in her life. She doubted she could forget such an unusual figure. He looked carved from moonlight and stillness, sharp cheekbones and storm-quiet grace. His skin carried the pale, opalescent sheen >