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//So.... After much deliberation, I've made the decision to move Piers over to a multi. Juggling multiple blogs is really getting to the point where it's becoming a chore for me, and I have other RE muses I want to write and have never gotten the chance to, so this seems like the best solution.

I'll be glad to carry any active threads over there too, so we don't necessarily need to drop everything. This is also going to be a great time to get something started if we've never interacted before as I'll have plenty of new muses to choose from as well as my current ones.

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//So.... After much deliberation, I've made the decision to move Piers over to a multi. Juggling multiple blogs is really getting to the point where it's becoming a chore for me, and I have other RE muses I want to write and have never gotten the chance to, so this seems like the best solution.

I'll be glad to carry any active threads over there too, so we don't necessarily need to drop everything. This is also going to be a great time to get something started if we've never interacted before as I'll have plenty of new muses to choose from as well as my current ones.

Find the new blog here

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atrappedwolfwill​:

“A sweltering-hot two-star in Ngozi? Funny, because I’m here too and I don’t actually think this is where I’m supposed to be at all.” Her response is quick enough to be almost unthinking. She slips past him as he adjusts his clothes, taking a moment to look through the door’s peephole before opening it and checking the hall. It pays to be cautious, especially when you’re on Umbrella’s trail.

“I do know what you mean, though. I guess I’m still searching for where I’m supposed to be… although I can say pretty confidently it wouldn’t be the army. God, we have enough logistical problems in the BSAA, I would go berserk in a week.” The light laugh obscures the truth of the statement, but it doesn’t cover it over completely. She holds the door open until Piers joins her in the hall, shaking her head in consternation just at the thought.

“Well, I’m glad to hear you’ve got it all figured out. Maybe you can tell me what it’s like sometime. Until then… let’s just get this sewn up and hopefully get some kind of lead as to who we could hunt down about this stuff. I still regret that Captain Redfield wasn’t able to capture Irving alive… but that does tend to be the way these things go.”

He steps out into the hallway, letting the door swing closed behind him.  He’s a bit less cautious than Emily-- not reckless by any means, but surviving what he had made some situations seem...  A little less dangerous, in retrospect.  He had learned to trust his senses, his gut instinct, to just know when something wasn’t right and act accordingly.  So while he doesn’t check peepholes when he leaves a room, he does listen, and a close look would show the way his green eye darts around an area, flicking from shadow to shadow, hitting every possible hideaway.

“I don’t know that he had a choice in whether Irving lived or died,” Piers said after a moment.  “From what I heard, he had the option to come quietly, and chose to infect himself with a Plaga instead....”  An underwater laboratory.  Running, being pursued by something impossibly large, with a massive skull beneath jellyfish-like skin...  It had Chris in it’s grasp, he was pinned to a wall, his arm was crushed, he had to do something...

He shook his head, forcing the thoughts away.  Irving’s choice was not his.  Irving’s reasoning was not his own.  That wasn’t him, he wasn’t like that, he was a good person, damnit...  He crams his good hand into his pants pocket and starts moving down the hall, ignoring the sudden, searing pain where his right arm should be.

“That’s the problem, though,” he says in an attempt to steer the subject away from Irving and his demise-- and how easily his fate could have been the same.  “I don’t have it all figured out.  I just have enough going for me to make the shit stink a little less.”

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atrappedwolfwill​:

If you asked her outright, after brushing away the dour professionalism of “not forming opinions on fellow operatives”, Emily would pretty firmly say she likes Piers too. It’s maybe faintly disconcerting that the person that most readily shares her worldview is a guy who, by all accounts, shouldn’t even be alive, but seeing eye to eye is the kind of refreshing the DEA agent finds herself seeking out.

She visibly perks up when he acquiesces to her original idea, gently slapping her thighs before standing up from her seat on the twin bed she claimed when they first got here. “Perfect. I scoped a couple of local places while we were on our way back from the meeting point, I’m sure we can find something that’ll suit your palate.” Of course she did.

As Emily crosses the room to the door, her mind returns to the anecdote previous, and she clears her throat before speaking up again. “I’d ask if you ever really got in on international tag-team kind of things, but it seems like you were pretty solidly an inside worker until the… you know, with the C-virus. Not that there’s any shame in it - statistically, just about everybody’s only going to play on their own team over the course of their BSAA career. Buuut…”

There she goes, trailing off again to build a little interest. “If you could choose another country’s CTU to work alongside for a couple weeks, who do you think you’d want to shack up with?”

Piers isn’t especially picky, if he’s being honest.  There are foods he doesn’t like, sure, but most of them aren’t really things you’re going to be eating when you’re out on deployments.  From what little he knows about African cuisine in general, it seems like it’s all things he’s going to like-- curry, beans, rice, vegetables...  He’s not sure how spicy it is, but he doesn’t mind spice.

He listens to Emily’s question, considering for a long moment as he adjusts his scarf to better hide the scarring on his neck.  “I mean, I did a little bit of work with Far East with Chris, a few years before Edonia....  Worked with an agent from Oceania for a little bit too...”  He frowns.  He hadn’t spoken to Sophie Home in years...  Hell he didn’t know if she was alive or dead...  And Merah...  He pushed the thought away before it had a chance to manifest any further.

“I don’t know.  At this point, I’m honestly a little leery of working with any other CTUs.”  He’s not sure if it’s public knowledge, what the BSAA did to him, how he wound up the way he is... But he doesn’t talk about it, usually, and he knows he’s never told Emily for sure.  “Wouldn’t go back to the Army either, though.  Couldn’t pay me to.  I know you’re going to roll your eyes, but...  I’m pretty sure this is where I’m supposed to be.”

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“You know, I heard - not me, someone I knew, they did work in the 90s for a PMC.” She catches the look sent her way and shrugs, smiling a bit wryly. “What? Knowing people’s my livelihood. Anyway, they said the best stateside guys they ever worked with were Brazilians. Can you imagine?”

It’s hot, and probably only going to get hotter. The Burundi connection had proven shockingly fruitful, but, unfortunately, it has since required them to stay in Burundi, and the hotel they’ve holed up in isn’t exactly the Hilton. “Total operational command. Go out, do what’s required, explain when you get back. Now, I’m not about to badmouth the most unified conglomerate of nations the world has ever known…”

She pauses. “Buuut when we called this in I was anticipating having slightly more command of our operation. Sure, let’s get food. See how much longer the blue helmets want to beat their heads against this.”

The disappointment on her face when she turns back to face Piers and sees the little foil wrapper is almost comedic. “Or… that. Works.”

Piers likes Emily, if he’s being honest.  He likes working with her.  He likes how blunt she can be sometimes.  He likes the fact that she doesn’t treat him like he’s broken, or less capable than the rest of them somehow.  She trusts him to do his share of the work, and because of that, he trusts her to do the same.

He can’t help but give her a fleeting smile when she mentions that she had envisioned having a bit more control-- it seemed like they both had.  The smile quickly widens, though, when he sees the way her expression changes at the sight of the granola bar in his hand-- he even manages a chuckle.  

“You know,” he muses after a long moment.  “It looks like they’re still gonna be a while...  And if I’m being honest, I don’t really want this granola bar anyway...”  He pitches it onto the rickety bedside table as he speaks.  “You’re right.  Let’s go get some food...  Hopefully there’s something decent close by, though.  I hate the cold, but heat like this isn’t much better.”

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daughterofnero​:

Convincing the BSAA to let him work with them had really been easy. Jake was an asset, and he knew it; apparently nigh unkillable, immune to the Progenitor based infections and virals that plagued the world, fluent in five languages and counting, a decade of combat experience, plus it gave them easy access to a source of Progenitor that could be studied and picked apart without causing another outbreak. They were lucky that Jake had decided to be a little nicer now, because they couldn’t afford the price he should have asked.

Based on who walked in the door, they were taking all of that for granted. Really? Pair him up with the fucking boy scout practically attached to Chris Redfield? Jake curled his lip, putting down the file he’d been handed to review. “What did I do to deserve this? Don’t answer that.”

He stood up, looking over Piers again as he leaned against the table. It had been what, a year since he saw him? Something like that. “I have magnanimously decided to offer my services to the BSAA. See, even got a jacket with a patch on it. Not even iron-on this time.” Jake tipped his head to the side, examining the jarhead he’d been paired with. “Who did you piss off anyway? Unless I missed something, there’s no way they’re expecting you to go to an active outbreak that’s already eaten through a hazmat decked team.”

Piers’s frown somehow managed to deepen further the instant Jake opened his mouth.  He had forgotten how much of a jackass the other was...  Seriously, after Piers had saved his ass in that underwater lab, this was the thanks he got?  The least the other could do was acknowledge that he had done something.

“I don’t know who I pissed off, but I must have done a hell of a job of it if they’re sticking me with you,” he spat back.  “I’m not going to spend this whole mission watching your goddamn back, so you had better pull your weight.”

There was absolutely no way this could be any worse, right?  He hoped to hell this was going to be a quick mission-- otherwise the odds were pretty good he was going to wind up killing his own partner.  They hadn’t even been in the same room for five minutes and Piers was already sick of him.

“I’m better equipped to handle this than you think.  I’m not the one you should be worried about.”

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//A few lil headcanons for my post-RE6 AU for Piers under the cut

-Piers barely survived the underwater lab exploding.  Ironically, the one thing that saved him was the thing that he assumed would kill him– the C-virus, reacting to the perceived threat and encasing him in a chrysalid, which eventually broke free of the rubble and floated to the surface, where it dissolved over the course of a few days, leaving him adrift at sea.  He was found four days after the explosion by a night watchman on a Japanese cargo ship, who alerted the rest of the crew.  They hauled him aboard, and one of them recognized the tatters of his clothing as military.  Once the ship made port in the US, they arranged for him to be transported to the nearest military base for treatment.

-The BSAA was waiting at the military base to intercept Piers as soon as he arrived.  He was brought immediately into their custody and transported to their medical facility instead, where he remained in isolation for the better part of three years, and spent the first month of said isolation in restraints, unable to even sit up in bed and being tube-fed as he was in and out of surgery.

-The BSAA took samples of Piers’s blood, tissue, and bodily fluids for research.  They’re stored in a highly secured freezer and labeled with a sample number– C11171987– rather than a name or any additional information.

-As experimental treatment after experimental treatment failed to eliminate the C-virus from Piers’s system, the BSAA eventually classed him a failed experiment, and began to give him regular doses of Anti-C, expecting that it would kill him as it had others infected with the C-virus.  However, it failed to do that, instead proving to be the first thing that actually slowed the virus’s spread enough that the sniper could begin to recover from his injuries.

-Piers’s right arm was amputated so that he wouldn’t pose a threat to the BSAA medical staff treating him.  They didn’t discover until months later that he was still capable of generating an electrical charge without it, although the effort involved proved to be a massive energy drain and quite painful for Piers.

-Piers’s vision in his right eye is severely impaired.  Some days he can make out shapes, colors, and shadows, some days only light and dark, and some days nothing at all.

-The right side of Piers’s face, neck, torso, and his right shoulder are all heavily scarred.  He received several skin grafts to cover the area on his torso where the C-virus left his ribcage exposed, and has no sensation in that area.  He does have sensation in his face, neck, and shoulder, however.

-As Piers regained strength and began healing, he became what the medical staff called “difficult”-- he asked constantly for information on what they were treating him with, what it would do to him, when he would be permitted to leave, and where Chris Redfield was and if the other could come see him.  He eventually attempted to break out of the isolation chamber on his own– however, the attempt failed.

-Realizing that it seemed that they wouldn’t be able to conveniently cover up Piers Nivans’s death, the BSAA shifted their tactics around the third year of his captivity.  They fitted him with a prosthetic arm to replace the one they had amputated, specifically designed to allow him to handle sniper rifles and other firearms.  They built a small, private shooting range and began to allow him to go outside and practice shooting with his non-dominant eye and hand there, where he wouldn’t be seen.  Eventually, they announced that he would be returning to active duty as a solo operative and began sending him off on dangerous missions, hoping that one day he simply wouldn’t return.

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90's Lyrics Sentence Meme

Ambition makes you look pretty ugly.

Dear, I fear we’re facing a problem.

Do you ever get lonely playing with your toys?

For a minute there, I lost myself.

Get crazy with the cheese whiz.

I ain’t the sharpest tool in the shed.

I am not the one to sit around and be played.

I just don’t wanna miss you tonight.

I know just what you’re saying, so please stop explaining.

I need some love like I’ve never needed love before.

I promised you I’d never give up.

I say the system got you victim to your own mind.

I want to be someone else or I’ll explode.

I want you to notice when I’m not around.

I’d rather die than live without you.

I’m here to remind you of the mess you left when you went away.

I’m only happy when it’s complicated.

If you want my future, forget my past.

It’s alright to tell me what you think about me, I won’t try to argue or hold it against you.

It’s tearin’ up my heart when I’m with you but when we are apart, I feel it too.

Sometimes I give myself the creeps.

Tell me why I can’t be there where you are.

This whole damn world can fall apart.

We are two worlds apart.

What would an angel say the devil wants to know?

With the lights out, it’s less dangerous.

You can touch, you can play, if you say “I’m always yours.”

You have so many relationships in this life, only one or two will last.

You must be true to your heart.

You’re gonna be the one that saves me.

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I couldn’t help myself…that smoldering look.

Lol, gotta love Piers 😜

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"So many people, so little progress."

It's perhaps the most relatable thing he's heard all day. You would think a UN task force would be able to accomplish something in three hours, but thus far absolutely nothing was happening, and Piers was starting to get impatient.

"They really should have let us handle this," he grumbles. "We're more qualified, more experienced, and more efficient." He sighs, digging in his vest pockets briefly before he pulls out a granola bar. "You hungry? Figure we may as well have a snack while we wait for them to realize it's hopeless without our help."

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//The temptation to move Piers and Karl onto a multi is real rn, ngl.

Like, if I do it, it’s going to be all RE muses, bc I have entirely too many non-RE muses to try to manage them on one blog (I started to build one and got bored and gave up lol).  But I have, like... 18 RE muses in total and I only write two of them on tumblr, and I think I’ve written 5 on discord? I’m tired of having muses I don’t use, honestly.

So I think I’m gonna kick that idea around for a bit, maybe go find a decent URL to hoard until I decide, and if y’all want to know who else I write let me know

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bastardsunlight​:

continued from here with @fortunatesxn

Chris looks Piers up and down assessing and appraising, but without hunger or anything hinting at what he might really be thinking.

“You’re nervous,” he says, “but you’re controlling it—because you’re a good soldier and you know you’ve got guys watching you.”

He folds his arms. “And you… can’t take your eyes off me.”

This last bit is quiet, nearly inaudible, for Piers only. 

Piers nods.  Chris isn’t wrong... On any counts, actually.  It’s incredible, how easily the other is able to read him-- he supposes that’s what happens when you work so closely with someone in situations like what they go through.

He absolutely adores Chris for it, but he’s sure the other man knows that, too, and simply chose not to say it.

“Can you blame me,” he counters, simultaneously responding to both claims at once.  “All things considered, I think I’ve done a good job of not making it obvious....”  His voice drops.  “Not that you make it easy...”

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❛  i broke my rules for you.  ❜

Feeling things - accepting

He's laying in Chris's bed, covered in a thick, fluffy blanket, his body nestled in against the larger man's chest. There's a fire crackling softly in the fireplace nearby, snow is falling outside, and Piers honestly can't remember the last time he was this comfortable.

"Did you?" He tilts his head to look up at the other as he speaks, then shifts to gently kiss him. "...I'm glad. Whatever rules you broke sound like they were pretty stupid."