#/ Excella ( the queen ) needs the turn to speak

[lasplaga]

❛ Tell me more. ❜ / excella

「𝔖」 What was Lord Saddler if not the mouthpiece for the parasites themselves, spreading the wonders of it's glory throughout the globe? Valdelobos was the first to 'embrace' their innumerable gifts, would Kijuju --- the cradle of humanity, origin of both Progenitor & Las Plagas, be next? The specimen did not arrive in a containment cell, rather, the adult organism clung to it's Master ( if not it's own Father & Mother ) with eight spindly fingers, tail coiled tightly upon his arm... or were the two conjoined at the nerves, the very flesh with their bizarre, incomprehensible mutations? SOMETHING slithered underneath the layers of velvet robes... but where his humanity ended & parasitism began could never be discerned.

" ℑ𝔱 𝔦𝔰 𝔱𝔯𝔲𝔩𝔶 𝔞 𝔠𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔬𝔣 𝔊𝔬𝔡, 𝔡𝔢𝔰𝔠𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔞𝔫𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔳𝔢𝔫, 𝔥𝔬𝔩𝔦𝔢𝔰𝔱 𝔞𝔪𝔬𝔫𝔤 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔪𝔞𝔫𝔫𝔢𝔯 𝔬𝔣 𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔥𝔩𝔶 𝔠𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔢. 𝔚𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔱𝔦𝔠𝔰 𝔡𝔢𝔫𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔞𝔰 𝔞 𝔳𝔢𝔫𝔬𝔪, 𝔦𝔰 𝔠𝔞𝔭𝔞𝔟𝔩𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔡𝔦𝔰𝔪𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔢𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔬𝔣 𝔥𝔬𝔰𝔱 𝔠𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔰. 𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔦𝔰 𝔫𝔬 𝔩𝔦𝔪𝔦𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔦𝔱'𝔰 𝔞𝔰𝔰𝔦𝔪𝔦𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫. 𝔚𝔢 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔣𝔞𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔟𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔢𝔢, 𝔣𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔯𝔢𝔩𝔶 𝔡𝔦𝔣𝔣𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔬𝔯𝔤𝔞𝔫𝔦𝔰𝔪𝔰 --- 𝔲𝔫𝔦𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔲𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯 𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔟𝔬𝔡𝔶. "

To emphasize as a chief researcher, Osmund bid the alien-like creature to rear it's 'head', so that it's unsightly vertical jaws --- lined with multiple layers of fangs, were fully agape. The Priest caressed it's chitinous spine ( puzzling these scientists of TRICELL, for insects cannot possess such! ) in order to stimulate the production of it's secretions, which dripped from it's open maw. Black droplets, upon scattering on the tile floor, sizzled & ate away at the material. The demonstration proving that whatever 'IT' was, was deadly, & not to be encountered in enclosed spaces. Whether or not the liquids would completely melt through & seep into the level BENEATH them, would remain to be heard by screaming laboratory technicians.

" 𝔒𝔲𝔯 𝔰𝔲𝔟𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔢𝔰, 𝔞𝔰 𝔴𝔢𝔩𝔩 𝔞𝔰 𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔟𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔡, 𝔟𝔲𝔯𝔫𝔰 𝔞𝔰 𝔦𝔣 𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢 --- 𝔦𝔣 𝔴𝔢 𝔰𝔬 𝔠𝔥𝔬𝔬��𝔢. ℑ𝔱 𝔦𝔰 𝔞 𝔪𝔦𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔲𝔩𝔬𝔲𝔰 𝔭𝔬𝔴𝔢𝔯. " Flowery language, though appropriate for a archaic monk, meant it was CHEMICALLY ACIDIC. " 𝔑𝔞𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔶, 𝔞𝔫𝔶 𝔪𝔞𝔫𝔫𝔢𝔯 𝔬𝔣 𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔟𝔬𝔡𝔦𝔢𝔰 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔪𝔲𝔫𝔦𝔠𝔞𝔟𝔩𝔢, 𝔥𝔬𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔤𝔢𝔫𝔢𝔯𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰, 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔰𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔤𝔢𝔫𝔶 𝔞𝔰 𝔪𝔦𝔠𝔯𝔬𝔬𝔯𝔤𝔞𝔫𝔦𝔰𝔪𝔰. " It would be child's play to manifest a cloud of black smoke, choking any human in proximity, drowning their lungs with the essence of plague. But, Lord Saddler was invited to spread the word of God, not disease. " ℑ𝔣 𝔞 𝔥𝔬𝔰𝔱 𝔴𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔟𝔢𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔭𝔬𝔴𝔢𝔯𝔣𝔲𝔩 𝔢𝔫𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥, 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔰𝔢 𝔰𝔢𝔢𝔡𝔰 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔪𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔞𝔦𝔯 𝔞𝔰 𝔰𝔭𝔬𝔯𝔢𝔰, 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔩𝔶. "

[sparkie96]

How about a RE 4+5 au where leon goes to Africa with Chris and his Plaga isn't entirely dead? But since its not the orobos type and he has no 'queen', leon feels more territorily challenged than anything. Its just small weird incidents until Wesker comes in getting a little too handsy with Chris and leon just sees red and bullwhips wesker with his brand new verdugo tail

He knew something had been wrong since they left the village and stumbled upon Leon in the Swamp/Marshlands. How the agent had gotten here, neither Chris or Sheva knew. Not that Sheva would know, because she only had a vague idea about who Leon was exactly. And Leon wasn’t in a very talkative mood either. 

Which made Chris internally groan because he had enough things on his plate and he didn’t need a moody US Government Agent adding to his problems. He was supposed to come here, investigate rumors about Jill, find Irving and whatever the hell Uroburos was, stop whatever the hell was going on here, and then get the fuck out of dodge.

Plus, Chris wasn’t too crazy about hanging-out with the man who had just broken his heart and left him. 

Speaking of said man, he sat toward the front of the Airboat, hacking up a lung it seemed. Sheva kept giving Leon wary looks, occasionally looking back at Chris with uncertainty. She questioned whether or not they should check him out, but Chris shook his head, quietly telling her that Leon wouldn’t cooperate anyway. 

“He’s probably fine.” Chris reassured, “Probably swallowed too much swamp water or something.” 

“I can fucking hear you, you know.” Leon called back to them, glancing over his shoulder, “I’m not deaf. I’m fine.” 

“You don’t sound fine.” Sheva protested, “You sound like you’re ill. Are you sure you didn’t have a run-in with the natives?” 

“Positive.” Leon replied, “Just...under the weather is all.” 

“Which is all the more reason you shouldn’t be here.” Chris pointed out, “We don’t need to worry about you getting hurt or…” 

“Or what?” Leon snapped, “Worry about me slowing you down? Burdening you?” 

“I wasn’t going to say that!” Chris protested. 

“Bullshit!” Leon snarled, pointing an accusatory finger at the man, his mood shifting dramatically, “This is why I-!” Leon stopped, lurching forward before coughing into his hand. 

The agent coughed up blood, blue orbs flashing red for a moment before reverting back to their normal color. Sheva looked to Chris once more, who gave a slight nod in return, having seen what she just saw too. 

“Leon...I think it’s best if you hang back.” Chris suggested, Sheva reaching for her sidearm.  

“...Fine.” Was the meek reply, Leon sitting back down with his back to them. 

Chris didn’t need to see his face to know that the younger man was pouting. 

Throughout the mission, Leon stayed back and stayed out of the way, helping mostly when they were nearly outnumbered or needed an extra hand. They had reunited with Josh, who was also a bit wary of Leon. But, with some reassurances from Chris, Josh didn’t question the agent, but instead kept an eye on him. Though, Josh did bicker with Leon when it came to driving the boat during the fight with Irving, Chris and Sheva coming back and seeing Leon handcuffed. 

“I think there’s something wrong with your friend.” Josh informed Chris in a quiet voice, “I saw him coughing up blood and his eyes turned red...almost like the Majini in the village.” 

Chris shook his head, “He may have something going on...but I don’t think…” 

“Chris, the man is wearing a heavy fur-lined coat in this heat.” Josh pointed out, “I have to wear this uniform, but him? Chris...I think he’s hiding something.” 

“No!” Chris protested, but then quieted down so Leon couldn’t quite hear, “No...he’s too careful for that…” 

Josh and Sheva exchanged looks of uncertainty but decided to drop the subject for now, not wanting to distress Chris anymore...or cause any trouble with the American Agent. They continued onward toward some cave, Josh freeing Leon from the handcuffs, but not letting him accompany Chris and Sheva. 

“We’ll be here if you need us.” Josh informed Chris and Sheva, despite Leon’s pout, “Think of us as Plan B.” 

Chris gave Josh a grateful smile, but felt guilty when he avoided Leon’s gaze. He just...he couldn’t look at Leon right now. Doing so made him feel upset and worried and made him doubt continuing onward, and Sheva needed him to be there. She couldn’t do this without him, her and Josh and the BSAA were counting on him. Bidding Josh and Leon a “Be Careful” he and Sheva pressed through the cave to find out what Irving was talking about. 

So, after going through hell and then nearly getting crushed by rubble, Chris and Sheva had discovered some Flower, but also Excella’s work, discovered that both Wesker AND Jill were still alive, and then both proceeded to hand Chris and Sheva their asses. Not to mention, both Excella and Wesker had escaped and Chris nearly lost Jill again. Luckily, they had managed to get the device controlling her off of her, but she begged them to go after Wesker instead of staying with her. 

But...now Leon had apparently separated from Josh, pursuing Wesker and Excella ahead of Chris and Sheva. 

“He’s such a stubborn ass.” Chris muttered under his breath, “He never fucking listens and he always acts without thinking…” 

“Then...why were you with him?” Sheva asked, genuinely curious, “Weren’t you two together?” 

“Yeah, but…” Chris sighed, “He broke it off.” 

“Why?” 

Chris paused, as though finding the words but unable to, “He...I couldn’t commit...to us…” 

Sheva furrowed her brows as they continued down the steps, Chris recounting his and Leon’s argument months earlier. Chris admitted that he hadn’t been ready to step away from the BSAA and focus on their relationship. Said relationship had been on the rocks already, but Chris constantly working and pretty much marrying himself to his work hammered the nails into the coffin, so to speak. Jill’s death hadn’t helped either, Chris burrowing himself further into his work and accidentally ignoring Leon altogether. 

“But...he understood why, right?” Sheva asked, “He can’t just ask you to drop everything and...piss off. Unfortunately, BOWs and Terrorists aren’t just going to magically go away because you two, say, got married. And Jill seems like she means the world to you, he couldn’t just ask you to throw everything away…” 

“He didn’t ask me to…” Chris admitted, “But he did understand in the end and removed himself from the equation. He didn’t want to keep me from the BSAA...so he left.” 

“Oh,” Sheva said with realization, her gaze moving to look down at her feet, “Sorry, I...I didn’t mean to assume…” 

Chris shook his head, telling her that there was no need to apologize. It was in the past and they had more important things to worry about. They made their way through corridors and 

Walkways, and eventually made it to the tanker itself. 

“Sheva, Chris.” Josh said through the communications link, “Jill said that there is a way to beat Wesker. It’s…” 

The soldier’s message had been interrupted by a guttural and monstrous sounding roar, drawing Chris’s and Sheva’s attentions toward the top of the tanker, seeing Wesker fighting...something. The figure up top looked like a person...but only their upper half. The lower half had what looked like hindlegs as well as a whip like tail that ended with...a bone like structure. Almost like those creatures mentioned and described in the Kennedy Report. 

Whatever it was, it was giving Wesker a helluva fight, and where the hell was Leon? 

“What the hell is that?” Sheva asked, eyes wide in shock as she looked between the fight and Chris.

“I don’t know,” Chris admitted, “But whatever it is...let’s hope it’s on our side.

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