Let’s just say… ••• It makes me feel better, eh? < TEMP PINNED. >

/Not me being so tired and half asleep that I swore I followed a Luis here only to do so on Cloud instead. It works I guess?? I do still want RE muses to write with Cloud, so— 😭😂

/ This was such a fantastic thing to wake up to and read. 😭🫶

If anyone finds him passed out after writing out a report— No, they didn’t.

Wow, such a vulgar vocabulary. It caught him by surprise to see someone match his own level of cursing. “What information?” He wasn’t in any position to probe for answers, but maybe a compromise could be made. Either way, Leon had to track Gideon down. Escaping would come after the mission.

Of course her playful antics fooled the agent. He’d been unprepared for the innocent and hurt act, somewhat convinced and now feeling a twinge of guilt in the pit of his stomach. “Alright, alright. It’s better than that. It’s really good.” Hopefully this would cheer the woman up? If not, he’s not

Ah. So it was Redfield who’s called him in. Of course. It’s not everyday the BSAA sought out the DSO for any aid or information. They were more than capable as a squad to do almost anything they set their mind to. Naturally, Leon held trace amounts of concern with how the tables have turned.

“That all depends on if he’s still here or not.” Leon’s intentions to go after Gideon were clear. But leaving the place would be an even more daunting challenge for the agent. Getting in had been simple. Leaving? That would likely be an entire other mess. “Care to tell me what you’re doing here?

A sigh slipped out before Leon could contain it, equally as troubled by the trembling limb as the stranger appeared to be. His other hand moved to grasp it, trying to still the shakiness in the appendage. “It’ll pass. Always does.” Though the discomfort did seem to linger for longer, resulting

No escaping the worms, huh? not that I’m complaining.

“Don’t know. Presumably a strain of the t-virus.” Leon loosened his grip further, backing off to simply straddle Luis. He reached for the right side of his jacket and pulled it down. Dark marks akin to bruising lingered on his collarbone, but had yet to spread too far.

Leon’s breathing came out as pants, body atop of Luis but not using as much strength as someone with his muscles could. A man like Leon could easily crush infected single handedly if he actually put in the effort. His reluctance to use strength came down to his softer side - not wanting to harm

Unfortunately for the both of them, Leon’s body acted on instinct. As Serra moved to get past him, Leon jumped to tackle the man to the ground. Emergency be damned. He wasn’t letting Luis escape. It was just like old times despite how soft he’d grown. Serra weaselling his way out of a situation

The mystery surrounding Luis’ reluctance to provide Leon intel only made matters worse. He needed answers. Couldn’t leave without them. Leon couldn’t allow himself to grow softer - but there he is, obliging and staying put for the moment. “You can. Don’t make this harder than it needs to be.”

Leon couldn’t fathom the possibility this is all to try and get rid of him. He’s a highly skilled agent. One of the best there is. Then again, unofficial sources could definitely imply it’s a trap to try and bring down Leon. He’s by no means in peak condition, but that wouldn’t stop him from

“A jerk, huh? I would’ve said batshit crazy.” Still, it puzzled Leon as to why the male remained inside the facility if they didn’t agree with Gideon’s ideals. He seemingly had the luxury of roaming - so staying puzzled the agent. The fact him being untied hinged on a stranger didn’t sit well

Oh? Well his curiosity is definitely there. Seems he’ll need to do exactly that and find out in person.

Leon couldn’t help but hold a flicker of curiosity as he considered what sort of alcoholic beverage she’d make him. He truthfully didn’t care so long as it contained enough to take the edge off after a long day. When the drink is served, Leon reached for the glass and took a small sip as a test.

That’s not creepy at all.

Hero? No, he’s no hero. He’s simply survived being infected several times— not that Gideon has heard this until now.

He’ll see about that. A sickness has never stopped Kennedy before.

You never know. Cures can appear out of thin air.

Sicknesses can be cured.

Why’s he so confident in Leon dying?

Good thing he isn’t dead yet, then. It can still be averted.

Oh, he’s worried. He doesn’t want his body to be violated by Gideon’s eyes examining every inch inside and out.

Romantic? More like disgusting. Now he’s concerned what Gideon would do to his corpse.

He could. But he’d rather hear it.

Does he dare to ask why?

Damn. Could’ve just said you wanted me dead. 🙄

Good thing he understands. As a gentleman, he won’t press. But his imagination will definitely wander knowing she did have thoughts kept to herself.

“Nyx? Interesting name.” He didn’t pry further, sensing how skittish the woman before him appeared to be. One wrong move could send her scampering off— and he didn’t want that. “Know a good place a guy can get some rest? Just for a few hours.”

A flicker of approval could be seen in his blue orbs, somewhat relieved that Claire was already prepared. Unexpected outbreaks unfortunately seemed to be a more common occurrence now— he’d be concerned if she stumbled into trouble without something to aid her. “Good.”

Leon contemplated her words, thinking back to the day he’d had before swinging by. It certainly wasn’t great - but not terrible either. It didn’t dissuade the agent from choosing accordingly. He’d have to see just what she’d provide this quiet evening. “Could’ve been a lot better.”

Just the gun? Nothing else?

With no sign of the target, Leon knew he’d have to tell Sherry the bad news. But first came the male he’d walked into. The agent didn’t quite realise that the man noticed something amiss, simply assuming it’s a naïve question regarding their collision. “I’m fine. Sorry for bumping into you.”

“Good question. Guess he couldn’t wait to take a new patient today.” Leon tried to joke despite his predicament. Unarmed, thoughts not entirely there and his body tied down. Wrists wriggled in the bindings, blue orbs watching as the red head oddly seemed to be.. helping? Or he’d assumed so.

Of course Redfield’s men had sticks up their asses. None of them took kindly to Kennedy’s quirky comments or wanted to deal with his nonsense. He’s a skilled agent— but oh so annoying to some. “Seems so. Now tell me what we’re dealing with?” He’d skip introductions for now, needing to assess

Wow. Not even sparing a drop for him to stay alive?

Noticing the nervous demeanour of the stranger, the agent relaxed ever so slightly. His guard didn’t drop entirely, but Leon did try a more calm approach rather than caution laced aggression. “I’m not from the area.” Was he trespassing? Leon couldn’t be sure. “Leon Kennedy. DSO. And you are?”

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/I need to try and sleep soon, so the remaining starters should hopefully be done once I’m awake again (assuming I can write and make sense so early). Thank you to everyone that’s been so sweet and interacting with me. I appreciate it a lot. 🫶

Leon knew Luis was intelligent. How intelligent? That’s hard to say. Too much time had passed to determine this based off a few mere moments. Hell, maybe he’s the smarter of the two right now. Especially when Leon’s own emotions still hindered him. He’s still shackled to morality and the desire to

What did Leon prefer? No, what had he wanted? There had been no way to learn Serra survived that presumably fatal injury. His duties kept him from returning to Spain. Not that Leon wanted to go back. He didn’t show it, but that entire ordeal royally fucked his mind up. It fuelled his alcoholic

/Was about to have Leon speak broken Spanish but then looked up those same words Luis used and oh my god. I’m just now learning what sancho means so don’t judge me 😭

His visit was far from a regular trip. He’d been sent to investigate that particular laboratory. Right now, Leon wished he could’ve simply turned around and left. To pretend this isn’t happening. He’s not a government lapdog for USSTRATCOM anymore. He had the choice to do whatever he wanted as the

/It’s hilarious that today I’ve done more starters than I have in over a year. I don’t really write them often due to a lack of confidence and my brain failing to think up ideas. I just hope they’re all okay and that my portrayal is fine. I know it’s a little off, but I’m trying. 🥺

The lack of an answer should’ve set alarm bells off in Leon’s head. But instead, he’s wondering if they’re either a regular patient or a victim in Gideon’s games. Either way, the agent would soon find out. “Did you take my equipment?” Leon wouldn’t accuse them just yet. Though he’d need to