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Vladimir hunched over the counter. Leather clad fingers slotted together, covered from sole to jaw in long sleeves and a high collar.

He'd been people watching, as cafes were the perfect places to do it. Stark eyed and moderately unkempt, and staring longer than what could be considered polite. But there was always something more interesting to be looking at than the fixed eyes of a stranger. So his transgressions were always forgotten.

His latest fascination is a face he swears is familiar. A brow-drawn man with silver hair. It tickles the mind, it's nearly within reach.

"How long you been here. Am I going to die while waiting?"

That dark head of hair tips, the lithe slouching shape turning to face him. A modulated, wheezy Russian accent answers, after a beat of thought, "Thirteen minutes . . . . . You should be . . used to waiting." A long queue line like this could make a man homesick. Anyway, on to surveying. It's a painstaking examination of the person beside him.

@umbrellachronicles is also stuck in coffee purgatory

There are things about UBCS that are more ideal than being Spetsnaz. The pay for one is something he's happier about, but will still complain it isn't enough, especially when he is making up for years of underpayment. One of his favorite things is actually getting time off, getting out of the dirty facilities and into a place that fits his taste. Outside of work, he is a different man, calmer, nicer, and completely cool.

A foot is tucked up onto his chair, tongue runs over teeth and he exhales, and tucks the sunglasses away into a tracksuit pocket. He can remain cool, even if the barista is slowly prattling away to someone and there are shots just dying there. Only six more until his drink and then he can leave here and never walk back in. Now he's stuck to making some type of stupid small talk while waiting. He looks over to the man sitting next to him. "How long you been here. Am I going to die while waiting?"

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Pressure zips across the top of her glove, over palm slopes, guiding her along the invisible path. Then the count down: fingerpads tapping her wrist, retracting a finger until there was none. It was time to move.

SPECTRE dissects the information crowding his eyestalks. Layers of obstacles superimposed over thermal imaging superimposed over the sonar. Visual and literal noise sorted neatly by the intelligence technician. Rifle extends first around the bend, aimed in the opposite direction of BERTHA's firearm. Careful steps backward eerily mirror BERTHA's pace. Hearing the creak of her boot leather, his mind filled in the stride from memory, a boon from all his watching.

Selecting to watch her back was more suited to his skills, he thinks. LUPO would have confidently assigned their positions, while SPECTRE kept his half of the plan to himself. It wasn't intended to be secretive, he simply does not think to share his every move. The only information he offered was informative and efficient. "Closest on your ... left. Two ... right."

Five shots rang out behind the medic. Paced. One body crumpled against a wall, eliminated; a second incapacitated beyond pursuing them, clutching the wall with its last limb stubbornly.

It helps to know at least vaguely where the others are; it helps more to know that Spectre would know if they were in danger. She tells herself he would mention it if he knew one of them was dying, but given what her reaction would be she can't fully believe it. Trusting is not easy. She's trying. Especially after being given bullets.

Bertha can't tell if it's kindness or practicality. It isn't stupidity; she doesn't think so lowly of her teammate. Spectre is a far better shot. But Bertha is the medic. Hell, she's another target for the undead or any other threat. Something to take heat off the other wolf. She doesn't voice any of these thoughts as she reloads. It's quick and practiced; she's not the best shot on the team, but she's very comfortable with her gun: the same Koch P8 she has used since the Bundeswehr.

Three. She can do that. The medic nods and readies herself for what they'll encounter when they move. So long as they can avoid anything more serious than the average infected Raccoon City citizen it will be fine. The machete is safely returned to it's spot with her other tools on her belt and Bertha takes up just in front of Spectre. Between him and danger. He can handle himself- the U.S.S. would not take anyone useless- but she protects her team and this is the best she can do to that end.

"Direction?" Bertha whispers, offering a hand to take the place of a map once more. Once she has a direction, once Spectre counts them off, she is ready to destroy everything keeping the team apart. They need to get the fuck out of the city and they can do this more effectively together.

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PERSONNEL DOSSIER

FILE NO. ▇▇▇▇▇▇

NAME: Vladimir Bodrovski

CALLSIGN: SPECTRE

D.O.B.: ▇▇/▇▇/1964

OCCUPATIONS / RANK: Formerly — Soviet Union Security Service; Formerly — Illegal informant for Vory v Zakone/Thieves In Law; Umbrella, U.S.S. Delta Team "Wolfpack" — Surveillance Expert

CERTIFICATIONS: Renown sharpshooting (close to long range), surveillance & intelligence technician, moderate CQC

VISUAL FEATURES: 5'11" / dark midlength hair, large observant eyes, long plain features, slouched and errant body language, lithe, / face inspo / tattoos

NOTES & REMARKS: low raspy voice with long, winded pauses between words

BACKGROUND: A veteran of the Cold War and former spy previously with the former Soviet Union's security services, codename SPECTRE was well suited to his role as an intelligence technician where his lack of any standout physical or social characteristics helped him to remain virtually invisible in any situation.

His work brought him into contact with the seedier side of life, something he soon discovered he had an affinity for. He exploited his underworld network for his own gain, namely blackmail, which eventually brought him into conflict with the authorities. As a result, SPECTRE had to flee Russia with investigators and authorities on his heels every step of the way.

→ Vladimir attended the Academy of Foreign Intelligence. Privy to the shifting politics in Russia, and sensing the upcoming fall of the Soviet Union, Vladimir needed insurance for his future. He began to collect and trade in major government secrets with the many gangs under the callsign СПЕКТР (SPEKTR: ghost or spectre). He began to be known as a concierge of secrets and earned a considerable standing in the underworld. He was considered a part of the воры в законе (Vory v Zakone) or the "Thieves In Law" and learn the ponyatiyam, the honor code of criminals.

→ The Soviet Union began to suspect one of their own was leaking insider information. In preparation for the investigation, Vladimir whipped up a smokescreen of false trails to his peers. While eyes were off of him, he tried to flee. In his anxious haste, while traveling to leave the country, he committed a social blunder and was arrested for seperate unrelated trumped-up charges. He spent about six months imprisoned.

→ The Thieves In Law and the ponyatiyam code worked quickly to free their informant. They tapped into the obshchak, the massive mutual aid fund made by the rich criminal underworld meant to bribe law enforcements, silence political parties, and, in this case, get prisoners out earlier. Vladimir spent six months imprisoned, but he still needed to leave Russia before the authorities sentenced him for treason or for being integral to the falling Soviet Union.

Vladimir 'Spectre' Bodrovski was moved from Umbrella's European wing for unknown reasons. The premier surveillance expert of the U.S.S., he was transferred to Wolfpack when the upper echelon of Umbrella management realized his skills could greatly benefit them.

He found a home within the U.S.S., and his surveillance skills have regularly ensured that the corporation stays well informed and that the Wolfpack keeps the upper hand in combat situations.

SUPPLEMENTAL LINKS: tattoos. | appearance. | writing. | headcanons. | musings.

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Vladimir "SPECTRE" Bodrovski , TATTOOS

Received in temporary prison stay and following U.S.S. involvement.

LEFT: Ya syn vorovskogo mira. - I am the son of the Thieves' World.

LOCATION: back left shoulder

RIGHT: Eye. - Significance on the chest indicates "they are watching over you"

LOCATION: middle of chest

LEFT TO RIGHT: тихая любовь - tikhaya lyubov "quiet love"; rising sun, memento mori tattoo

LOCATIONS FROM LEFT TO RIGHT: right hand on outer upper edge, lower wrist of right hand

TOP LEFT: Single dot. SIGNIFICANCE: "I escaped."

MIDDLE FINGER: Symbol picture. SIGNIFICANCE: 'Never renounce prison and poverty'/Prison is always waiting for me'.

RING FINGER: Symbol picture. SIGNIFICANCE: "I was condemned by Soviet Power".

FROM TOP TO BOTTOM: Stars on knees. SIGNIFICANCE: "I kneel to no one".

Bands around ankles and bells attached. SIGNIFICANCE: Bands & bells indicate a long sentence with no chance of early release.

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sherry getting adopted by simmons

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(my) sherry b.irkin is a.ggretsuko coded and yes i might elaborate

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ADAM DRIVER as MILLS                 Every ADAM DRIVER scene from 65 (2023) | Part 132

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@priceforeverything is blocking the way. “Make it easy on yourself and I’ll even get you a meal on our way out.”

Yellow caution tape wrapped the elevator doors. Of course. Billy grinds his knuckles into the Temporarily Out of Service sign dangling over his escape. Pleasant music crackled softly from the recessed speaker above him.

It's a dead end in a hotel hallway. The noisy wallpaper, the thin, uncomfortable carpet and all the decorative effects were dated and dingy from age. It cast an unflattering pallor on the face of the man that turned when instructed.

Billy only gave him his profile. Identifying tattoos hidden beneath a leather jacket. Oxblood, thread-bare, oversized. Stitches were loose where patches must have been recently removed. Stolen.

"Dinner plans already? I'm flattered, but..." Gaze flickering, lingering on the weapon strapped to the hip of the stranger. He swung a boot forcefully against a crowbar jammed between the gap of the elevator door, forcing them open wider, and plunged a hand into the darkness. Grabbing for the slack of travelling cables. "I'm going to have to take a raincheck." And into the shadows he leapt, depending upon his marine hewn stamina to descend anywhere away from the Big Gun, fist over fist.

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Resident Evil Zero Remastered: Billy Coen.

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❝ okay, okay, i'll do anything, just please stop tickling me ... ! ❞ @ Billy

prompts.

Dog tags chime over her stifle-laughed words. "If you don't stop squirming." The derelict walls squeezed around them. Dust thick air, tremored with creaking wood. Silver skittered the back of Rebecca's neck and arm. They were arranged in an awkward assortment of overlapping limbs, crammed beneath a once luxurious pau ferro executive desk. "Stop bugging," voice dropping to an urgent hush. "They're approaching. Let them pass."

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"You see the best in people." / claire for sherry... hi!! c:

prompts.

Sherry holds eye contact, her lashes hardly fluttering. Maintaining the strength that Claire had praised her for showing in all their chats. Positivity is expected, and she will not fail to deliver.

Perhaps she's reading too fearfully into this. Suspecting skepticism because Claire's voice was a decibel too quiet, or the pause a touch too long. Fabricated or real, Sherry reacted as naturally as breathing, a smile reflexively pulling her glossed lips up.

For once, they're out in the natural sun, a freedom she was rarely afforded before her latest success as an operative. "You showed me how to look for it." Emulating confidence, gesturing to Claire, the totality of what her presence has meant. For that, there will never be the right words. "The guards aren't so bad. Ever since Simmons..." For all that he was, she was not happy to see him dead. And for having pity toward him, she felt guilty. "...they've hired new ones. Liam's quiet, but he's nice."

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prompts for muses who are Little Shits™

for all the muses out there who like to mess with others!! mainly meant for platonic relationships, but can be used for romantic & antagonistic relationships as well! feel free to modify any pronouns, descriptor words, & objects for your needs!

FROM THE LITTLE SHIT.

words. ❝ how'd you like the fake spider in your room? ❞ ❝ hang on a second, i'm gonna record this — ❞ ❝ i took 20 bucks out of your bag last night. ❞ ❝ alright, that's it, time for the tickle monster treatment! ❞ ❝ oh, yeah? and what are you gonna do about it? ❞ ❝ i think i might have accidentally just hurt myself again. ❞ ❝ what makes you think you can possibly take me? ❞ ❝ outta the way, i was here first! ❞ ❝ sorry, i lost that a little while ago. ❞ ❝ hey, come on! it was just a prank! ❞ ❝ i'm seriously thinking about forcing that secret out of you. ❞ ❝ wait, did YOU say you wanted the last piece of pie in the fridge? 'cause i kinda just ate it ... ❞

actions. [ SING ] — sender starts singing raunchy lyrics around receiver [ WRESTLE ] — sender attempts to start play-fighting with receiver [ FINGER ] — sender flips receiver the bird [ LAUGH ] — sender tries to make receiver laugh [ LEAN ] — sender puts their full weight on receiver [ COLD ] — sender puts their cold fingers under receiver's shirt [ DRIVE ] — sender begins to drive very fast with receiver in the car with them [ FOOD ] — sender steals a bite of receiver's food when they're not looking [ BLANKET ] — sender pulls receiver's blanket off them while they're half-asleep [ PRANK ] — sender pulls a prank on receiver (bonus points if a type of prank is specified!)

FOR THE LITTLE SHIT.

words. ❝ hey, stop that! ❞ ❝ careful, i just got that new furniture. ❞ ❝ okay, okay, i'll do anything, just please stop tickling me ... ! ❞ ❝ god, you're such an asshole! ❞ ❝ i swear, if you do that one more time ... ❞ ❝ i didn't actually think it was that funny. ❞ ❝ aw, dammit, you broke it! ❞ ❝ you can't go 24 hours without having some kind of accident, huh? ❞ ❝ you just cheated! i watched you! ❞ ❝ if you even think about messing with me today, i will end you. ❞ ❝ are you drunk or something? because that was some of the weirdest shit i've ever heard. ❞ ❝ okay, i won't lie, that was actually pretty funny. ❞

actions. [ HEADLOCK ] — sender puts receiver in a headlock [ CHASE ] — sender chases receiver around in frustration [ RUN ] — sender runs from receiver to avoid being pranked/scared [ NUDGE ] — sender briskly nudges receiver in response to a snarky comment [ IGNORE ] — sender pretends to ignore receiver [ PULL ] — sender is dragged into pulling a prank with the sender [ CLEAN ] — sender begins cleaning receiver's mess [ WIPE ] — sender begins cleaning receiver's injuries after pulling a stunt that doesn't end well [ LEAVE ] — sender storms off in frustration after being messed with by receiver [ REVENGE ] — sender pulls a revenge prank on receiver (bonus points if a type of prank is specified!)

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Resident Evil Challenge: [1/5] Costumes ↳ Sherry's Winter Outfit