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went to the ocean with nighthawk today and had a great time

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Examine: AHAB

EXAMINE: AHAB.

Carla once upon a time, now called Ahab among her peers and friends. She's currently perched on the side of the bed, counting the circular bites on your upper arms with her fingertips. The touch feels like spiders tapping across your skin one step at a time, her index finger fitting into the shape of a molar punched into you so many years ago.

You think, idly, about the way Beltway views her. The way he thinks of her like the wildfire he's been chasing his entire life, the adoration with which he threw himself into the biting walls of a BOW that took his forearm. You can feel the draw, but you aren't sure it's adoration.

You normally annoy her to no end. She frequently throws things at you when you've overstayed your welcome, used to swear at you when you would tell her she was only halfway through the exercise track you had built for her, and had invented new, interesting ways to torment you (the odd crabs clack against their enclosure and still unnerve you.)

Still, you can't help the fond way you feel when you catch her staring out past the mountain range with a look that feels a thousand years older than she is, or the way she laughs when you find a new place to fit your hands against her skin, or the way that she appreciates your broken pieces now.

You miss most of the question she asks regarding the bites, at least until her fingers have trailed high enough to fit against the corner of your lip to force your mouth open so she can look at the state of your teeth.

You normally would hate being treated like a specimen, but she asks about it with such warmth in her tone that you can't help but enjoy the way it thaws her.

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Examine your wounds

EXAMINE: your current injuries.

The world is a buzz of white noise behind your mask as he you breathe in deep and feel the way it sticks to your face and neck. You can't tell whether they stick because of the sweat on your brow or the blood that has soaked through the broken lens on the left side.

Lupo leans just swims into view, her hand gripping your face with the authority of your leader and the care of a mother with worry deep in her eyes. It's the first time you've seen her full face in the last forty-eight hours, without the glowing blue of her mask, and she looks like an age has passed in Raccoon City.

When she speaks, it isn't to you at first. She's calling out the status of your injuries to Bertha, who is across the room and nursing a gash on Spectre's arm that has his gun sagging across his lap.

"No damage to his eye, but the gash is deep. It's your call." She frowns as she says it and then looks back to you, swatting your hand away when you reach for the spot. "Don't touch it. Your gloves aren't clean."

So it goes. You so rarely examine your own injuries, numbed to the pain they cause you until someone else makes mention of them.

The scar remains. The memory lingers when you wash your face in the morning and run your hands along the line that trails from cheekbone to the corner of your mouth, dragging your lip in a perpetual frown.

Out in the hallway, Hawk calls up that breakfast is ready, pulling you from your thoughts.

So it goes.

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Send “Examine!” and an item or person and I’ll write an RPG description of it/them.

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thinking about squid today

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"Not classified enough to keep from me."

He leans back from being in Piers's space, hands shoved into pockets on the cloak. There's the flicker of red light across the hex shaped cells on the cloak itself as it comes back into view.

"We're collecting strays again." It's said without any malice, just a detached boredom that spoke of this happening pretty often. "I'm surprised Hawk brought in someone like you."

The question makes him laugh, his voice a rumble behind the mask.

"Consider it a habit. I like to see before being seen."

"Classified."

He only says it to annoy what was obviously a stealth operative. Truth be told, he had figured from the jump someone was here. Something had just...seemed off. Some kind of crackle in the air. Hadn't expected a real-life cloaking field, though, Jesus. How long, exactly has the Guild had access to that?

He's been poking around here ever since he was deemed no risk to wander the facilities on his own. His arm is...still mangled, but the severity of it has drastically receded. New flesh was growing over gaps and bones were starting to grow back towards a proper arm shape.

"Why the covert maneuvers?" @stealthkills

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3 & 15 :)

3. what are some features of others that attract them from the outset?

are you strong as fuck? are you nigh unkillable? are you really fucking good at what you do? congrats, you have a chance. vector likes hyper-competence. you get bonus points if you're in the same line of work as he is.

outside of that, his preference is for people who approach him first out of a sense of thinking he's interesting. if you're canny enough to notice him, you get his attention.

15. what is something they consider a kink of their own?

bondage but specifically trying to find a way to bind him that he can't slip out of. he likes testing the limits of his flexibility and escape skills, and there's a whole new level they get to test with his most recent mutations.

sunday asks.

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do they indulge in masturbation or personal fantasies?

oh, of course. it's the delight of having his own personal space instead of living in a barracks (not that it stopped him before lol). you learn to have personal time whenever you damn well please once you get your own space.

he does often use it to wind down for the end of a night, depending on the day he's had.

sunday asks.

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what is something they wish to try? why haven't they tried this yet?

biting, clawing, marking stuff. and also actual anonymous hook ups. both he avoids because of his viral stuff - biting is a No Go for basically any partner who isn't carla, and truly anonymous stuff is avoided because he likes to make sure he isn't causing outbreaks lol.

alas, he's not too disappointed. but his list of things he would like to do but can't is pretty short.

sunday asks.

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𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 & 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

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what is their sexuality/sexual preference?

what is their romantic preference or inclination?

what are some features of others that attract them from the outset?

what are some features of others that arouse them, or they find arousing in a sexual situation?

what are their most common turn-ons?

what are some more situational or contextual turn-ons?

what attire do they feel most attractive in?

what attire do they find others most attractive in?

what is their favourite sexual act?

do they indulge in masturbation or personal fantasies?

how do they feel about foreplay?

how do they feel about one-night stands?

are they openly flirtatious/sexual, or are they quite private?

how open are they, or how do they feel about sexual experimentation? elaborate if needed.

what is something they consider a kink of their own?

have they engaged in sexual acts beyond themselves and a single partner (group sex, swinging, polyamory, etc.)?

how satisfactory has their sex life been thus far?

what is something they wish to try? why haven't they tried this yet?

are they dominant, submissive, switch, partner/context-dependent, or unsure?

do they prefer to give or receive sexually?

+ established ship question. in any/all verses, with any/all ships, have your character/s speak about that ship's intimate & sexual dynamic, and how they feel about it.

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taking notes taking notes.

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⚡️+ who ELSE are you fooling around with?!

He barks a laugh that echoes up the hiking trail that they've carved through the woods around the guild. It had come up a few times, but never so bluntly.

"If you mean here at the Guild, I've made my bed with Hector and Michaela. Outside of the Guild - no one you've met and no one you're likely to meet."

He waves his hand a bit before he tugs the hood of his cloak up around his neck and shoulders.

"Does that bother you at all?"

truth time.

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“⚡️” So what was it like on your side after Raccoon City? (separatedway)

"We got fired."

He says it plainly, knowing it sounded ridiculous. These days, it was funny - in the moment, it had been nightmarish.

"We were hired to clean up after the last team got smashed to pieces trying to get the G-Virus sample. Boss went ahead of us, managed to do his own thing, and we cleaned our the town hall until we were told our extraction copter had been 'delayed.' "

He rolls his eyes, arms folded across his chest. So many survivors in one place these days had to be an omen of some kind.

"We were trying to hunt down the other survivors. Initially because we were told taking care of them would secure our exit, later because we wanted a bargaining chip against Umbrella."

He shrugs a little.

"Didn't matter in the end. We got what we needed out of it."

truth time.

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⚡️"Who the fuck are you?" Trap card activated! (Hello!)

"Your worst nightmare if you keep shouting."

The only sign he's there is the flicker in the air, like a heat shimmer, and the flash of his visor as he tilts his head bird-like. Piers is an interesting fellow - and Vector had been keeping an eye on him for the last little while.

He's surprised he got noticed at all. When he inhales, it's with the rattle of something wrong with his lungs and echoed with the respirator.

"Now shush. What exactly are you up to?"

truth time.

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"I - have hobbies." His voice breaks when he says it, because - does he actually? He's not sure he does. Huh.

It made sense, though, that something like Eba would prefer to hide. Even if he had back-up, he liked to hide. There was something satisfying being the shadow in the dark.

He drums his fingers on his upper arm as he considers it, humming softly as he thinks. The bloodlust is really the most appealing part of it. They'd honed him like a knife, carefully cutting away anything that wasn't needed, and handed him to Death to use.

And here he was, nearly forty years later.

"Funny, hearing you use the rookie's voice. Hadn't expected to see him again after Raccoon City."

There's a vibration that comes from the creature that seems a little bit like a chuckle.

"Maybe you should get a hobby," the bug retorts in Leon's voice.

Eba cuts the thread with their mandibles, and taps the panels back into place with their forelegs, returning to their default voice.

"It may be easier for you to deal with. You're bigger than we are. You also have back-up. We were alone for a long time."

"We like battle," they hum, "Answering the call is satisfying. The cleaving of flesh. But we like it to not be pure survival."

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"Mn. Fair point. Beltway's walked away from some of the most insane stuff and he doesn't have anything viral to thank for that until recently."

Recently, in the grand scheme of things. It's been a few years since Ahab joined their cohort and Vector's finally starting to feel okay with the rotating door of new faces that are coming through to the Guild. It was never sustainable with only the original members, but it still raised his hackles for a long while.

Maybe the recent symptoms he was feeling came with the caveat of being okay with Ahab's people. It drew him to her these days, though not like a compulsion - more like a thread she could tug to let him know she was thinking about him.

A strange new way of life. When he thinks he might finally be getting bored enough to retire, something new happens.

"I wish I could relate. Peace always rubs me the wrong way. I get stir crazy if I'm stuck here without anything to do."

"Humans are resilient regardless. Dangerous both alone and in large numbers. Probably why the worst things to face have their origins in human genome."

J'avo aren't an exception. They were a class of their own, yes, but they notably retained the human ability to communicate complex thought and communicate. Even for those that weren't equipped to communicate vocally.

Having a voice, to Ebajalg, was the most vital part of their adaptations they undertook, to achieve decent commensalist arrangements with creatures that had a tendency to be hostile to all of them.

They continue to weave conductive thread through coils that needed it, keeping mind of the electrical fields and polarity of the cloak.

"Hard to say what can be credited to coming from humanity, and what is the virus. I've seen plenty of humans walk away from things they shouldn't- virus or not. We don't take chances with them, if we have to face them."

"We prefer this," they admit, tucking more silk into the alloyed coils, "Easier to get necessary resources than having to hunt for them. Even if we like battle, we like being able to rest, too."