#RED9

[lorenzonuti]

Fujiko Mine (03).

[11cool]

Anyone got a good quality scan of Luis page from RE4R artbook?

[cheerfullycatholic]

🥰

I got the bb gun 😊 I am so impressed at how real it looks, and it's so heavy. There's a slot in the grip for a stock, too, though it didn't come with one. Only downside is that it goes through CO2 very quickly (well, and that it's not the real thing, but I don't have 8 to 10 thousand dollars to buy one 🥲)

[lasplaga]

♡ i'm late to the party but ily

●●○○○ | ATTRACTION

●●●●● | AFFECTION

●●●●● | INTEREST

●●●○○ | LOYALTY

●●●○○ | TRUST

「𝔖」 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃-𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄:

This one is going to be quite lengthy!

Attraction, although Luis is quite the hottie himself, is low for a particular reason. Osmund prefers his brain intact & undevoured until he has lived PAST his usefulness. The Superior Species was developed to preserve the intelligence of his Subordinates WITHOUT the drawback of potential mindlessness or complete lack of cognitive function. There is also the caveat that Osmund has * technically * known Luis since he was a young child, as a Colmillos was responsible for the death of his grandfather --- & I shouldn't have to explain how this intrinsically makes Osmund partially responsible in some conceivable way. The only attraction I imagine occurring between them is that Osmund & Luis are both charismatic in their own way ; The former, although seductive, downright horrifying & violating, whilst the latter is more of a ladies man & an inappropriate flirt.

Which brings us to affection. I. DON'T. CARE. WHAT. ANYONE. SAYS. THIS. GURU. WAS. SADDENED. TO. KILL. LUIS. Osmund even refers to Luis AS HIS FRIEND in Japanese localization! Was Dr. Serra not as trusted as the other researchers in Los Iluminados? Absolutely. But that doesn't mean there wasn't ANYTHING happening between them. The development of The Superior Species took several years & Luis' undertaking at first WAS genuine --- he initially possessed a MORBID fascination with Las Plagas / how to understand it! I can imagine them having an intriguing but albeit disturbing employer / employee relationship that branches into a "corporate family" dynamic, as their Head Research Chief ( Lord Saddler ) IS a religious figurehead. Granted what the monastery has shown, I can see them both playing darts, indulging in smokes, wine or mead & other recreational activities during downtime. Yes, Luis was disgusted with the savagery / barbaric nature of Osmund's people --- but he persisted & stayed, regardless. Luis was experimentally implanted ONCE & needed surgical removal. HE STILL STAYED. Whatever occurred between them both during that timeframe is anyone's guess... but they undoubtedly had a connection that was permanently severed.

( It's also important to note that Luis was privy to many grossly personal details about Osmund's familial life & his human experimentation / parasitic reproduction [Saddler's Animus]. Whether or not these observations were out of fascination or investigation leading up to his eventual betrayal is anyone's guess. But it is intriguing that Anabel [Luis' superior] makes no mention of this & that her imprisonment & forced assimilation comes as a surprise. )

Interest is more or less tied to Luis being a child prodigy & native to Valdelobos. Bitores' fondness towards his community which he took part in raising & uplifting works in his favor as he is protective of his people --- Luis being one of those aforementioned "people", regardless or not if he is assimilated. As Bitores is Osmund's closest friend, naturally Luis was a frequent topic of discussion & how to guide him to the correct path. It wasn't until he was genuinely making a mess of things where the two leaders hands were forced --- notice how he was captured & kept alive instead of being easily killed? Do you genuinely believe the zealots were going to torture him to death if the intent was to assimilate & buy their time until the parasite fully matured? Notice this is IMMEDIATELY what happens once Luis was caught in the village, implanted, gagged & stuffed inside of a bag? It wasn't until Los Iluminados gave him two chances prior that they decided his disloyalty was unwavering --- thus Jack Krauser thrust the knife inside his back [or Osmund, depending which iteration], the same as Luis thrust his knife in Lord Saddler's back.

I feel loyalty & trust is a bit self-explanatory as it's explained pretty well with the material RE4 / RE4R gives us. I've already alluded to that Osmund felt a bit of grief disposing Luis --- this still stands true. It is already canonical that Los Iluminados prays for their enemies to achieve a peaceful afterlife or to become sacred / reborn under divine consecration. Osmund's vernacular is also unique as he refers to Luis as his child ( specifically: vagrant ) which has biblical origins. This was also in reference to Leon & Ashley wandering from place to place, respectively, but another term used in scripture is someone who is a "incorrigible rogue" --- which fits him perfectly. Osmund's salvation for him WAS death, yes --- but comparable to other methods we have seen, was efficient & clean. If we go by the 2005 variation which nearly severed him in half, penetrating his heart ( ironically ) & breaking his spine in such capacity would've destroyed most pain from registering. It was a punishment both intimately personal & as merciful as it would get granted their shared history. Osmund wanted Luis to remain long enough alive to contemplate upon his betrayal, his choice to abandon The Cult & his friendship / allegiance with his Lord. But not long enough alive for adrenaline to abandon & resort to agonized death throes / screaming in torment. This is something I think about often as Luis NOT being punished prior death marks him as an oddity.

[finalslay]

@red9

this one is different than the others.

this one, he recognizes.

that face is all too familiar. he's seen it before, so many times during various trips down to the thing in the basement, but he remembers it most clearly from right before everything happened. yes, it is very vivid in his memory ; he had seen it right before he woke up, right before everything became clear like it is now. eddie knows this is the one. all the others that came before do not matter — this is the one that will make the perfect bride, the one he's been searching for all this time.

she is so beautiful, isn't she?

“ i know you ... ” eddie breathes, weaving his way through the tables and shelves that separate the two of them. “ i've seen you before. i couldn't possibly forget that face ; you are so lovely, my darling ... ”

still, it isn't lost on him, the way that his darling scrambles away despite his compliments. the way that more distance continues to be placed between the two of them. the way that he loses sight of his darling, disappearing around the corner.

what a coy minx his bride is, playing hard to get!

no matter. he will play along with this silly little game, if that is truly what she wants.

how is it the old saying goes? happy wife, happy life?

“ i would ask you not to run away from me, love, ” the groom laughs, eyes scanning the shadows in search of his beloved as he stalks through the room, “ but you like this chase, don't you, my dear? ” of course, this game can only last so long. eventually, eddie's patience will begin to run thin. for now though, he will humor his bride. for now, this pursuit will be allowed.

after all, there is nowhere for her to go that he will not find her.

he knows this place like the back of his hand ; a man's home is his castle, is it not?

[babyegle]

@red9 S.C

"Hey, I didn't get a chance to say it before... but - I'm sorry if I came off a bit defensive when we first met ... and thank you for helping us. -"

considering it was just the two of them... now seemed like the perfect opportunity to get that off her chest. -

[antiibow-a]

❝ 💋. ❞

❁ ❜ . * 𝙇𝙐𝙄𝙎 𝙎𝙀𝙍𝙍𝘼 𝙆𝙀𝙋𝙏 𝙏𝘼𝙇𝙆𝙄𝙉𝙂, 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙎𝙃𝙀𝙑𝘼 𝙒𝘼𝙏𝘾𝙃𝙀𝘿 , surprised by his persistent chatter. he'd not been quiet since she and her partner had plucked him from the chaos ; he'd tried to sweet talk his way out of every consequence since his ties to umbrella had been exposed like raw nerves ; she'd needed to all but use her entire body to keep chris from wringing his neck. if it wasn't for his past heroics that had saved the life of her brother in a parasite infested village, she very well would have thought twice about allowing it.

ricardo had been crystal clear: you're just another piece of scum terrorist.

a bullet for umbrella's dogs, for bioweapon manufacturing devils that spawned creatures that only knew chaos and carnage, for black market merchants that peddled weapons of mass destruction that wound up in the hands of children, like she had been.

sheva was still struggling to find an appropriate place where luis would sharpen into focus. where do you really fit? his voice, background noise to her thoughts, stopped suddenly as she drew closer, perhaps too close for comfort. if not for him she would have never found chris on her own. if not for him, her inexperience would have gotten her killed. if not for him, grabbing hands would have torn her apart if they'd not shoved themselves down her throat first. fingers wrought into the hair at his nape, damp with sweat from the hot sun that blared down and forced the air into a violent shimmer.

impulse, adrenaline, confusion, relief.

her kiss, hard against his mouth, lingered just a second longer than she intended, and she released him as quickly as she would a hot iron. ❝ just get in the chopper -- you're free to go. and remember what i said: check in. don't make me come looking for you.❞

@red9 | kisses

[silverdax]

he's awake finally ― at least , he is for now. luis had managed to help him into the shower to wash off the blood & sweat that had been caked on his body for days now , got him out & dried off all while tending to his own wound. there's an awful feeling in krauser's chest , his head bowed , staring down at his ( mostly , ) useless limbs. they're swollen : colored with deep purples & reds , blackened veins like lightning strikes across mutilated flesh. movement below the wrist is out of the question , fingers do nothing more than twitch when commanded. at least his arms can be lifted at this point , though doing so is agony ― assisting in luis getting a shirt over his head , dropping down limply at his side once it's on.

❛ you're pissed , aren't you. ❜ jack says , but it isn't a question. more a statement of what he knows to be true. eyes stay down , chin tipped to his chest , as though shying away from luis' gaze. / @red9

[yngai]

❛ you think i’m weak don’t you? ❜

EVERYTHING EVERYWHERE ALL AT ONCE  «  𝘈𝘊𝘊𝘌𝘗𝘛𝘐𝘕𝘎 .

it was through no fault of his own, her job has always been to find the weak link, look upon a structure for a crack to pick at, an easy access point . john, a man with a soul too large for his employers to countenance, annette, a woman so trapped between a failing marriage & too many schemes to break herself free of her work she found respite at the bedside of a pretty coworker in a pencil skirt, leon, a chance meeting in midst of hellfire that wasn't meant to end with him the rube & yet his coercion into government service made him that much more useful & now— luis serra navarro .

no one has a gaze as piercing as hers, seeing that bleeding heart in his chest as a perfect organ to jimmy the lock with, get her foot in the door of los iluminados where her undercover work would be a waste . she isn't donning robes & cursing herself with a tapeworm . luis' need to make good on his sins both here in spain & abroad at umbrella . she can recount the sorrow in his e-mails, the desperation, every line begging a dead friend for help only to find her & her employers at the other end, wesker ready to strike a deal for his rescue at her behest . the consortium knows he wants luis to be another of his many pet scientists, slave away at one of thousands secret research projects they're still trying to uncover, that's why they sent her in after krauser, to ensure neither luis or the amber fall in the wrong hands .

she remembers her report, how his history betrays an enthusiasm she once shared, an echo of the days she was a young undercover agent at umbrella, so very ignorant to the true extent of their pharmaceutical developments, thinking the future they promised a genuine possibility, that even if she were a traitor her work was meant for something greater . the darkness that john would unveil for her would rip those notions from her mind as she played on his infatuation, as she promised him an escape too, a life together outside arklay free of umbrella grasp on their lives . it's funny almost, she wants to laugh & she settles on a sing-song hum, something aloof, darkly mysterious & deeply practiced . she hasn't thought about john in a very long time, he was just the first mark .

“ i think you're becoming a liability . ” another way in which they parallel, though the mirror held between them is one way, all she lets him see is ada wong, “ if you keep misplacing the sample, ” she brandishes a pack of cigarettes from her back pocket, marlboro reds, one placed between her lips, a stylish flourish seeing it lit by a zippo . after inhaling, she blows the result into his face, “ you won't get that smoke break you've been begging for . ”

[viralimmune]

she checks the clip of her beretta, counting the bullets, matching them against the clips she has on hand. it's a distraction — her radio's been dead since she set foot in this place and she's struck out with all her usual fixes. it's enough to put her on edge, and her unwitting companion's fixated stare is enough to push her over it. eyes will snap up, bright ceruleans meeting deep browns. her gaze doesn't waver; rather, it remains pointed, tone flat when she speaks. ❛ a key part of keeping an eye out is looking out the window. ❜

CURRENT OBJECTIVE: PREPARE FOR WHATEVER HELL IS COMING WITH LUIS SERA, CALLSIGN @red9

[lasplaga]

hc + ❓

「𝔖」 Time for a 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐄 ! The Japanese Localization states that not only can multiple prophets rule simultaneously in Los Illuminados faith, but that Osmund Saddler has canonical successors. The reason I mention these details is because Luis Serra refers to them explicitly within the original script of "Saddler's Animus". Being privy to such information, meant that they would have been considerably close, despite his betrayal approaching 2004.

My assumption is that they are born, run-of-the-mill Ganados as The Saddler's had a definitive, planned ending for The Prophets, with Osmund being the last as a Messiah, heralding the rebirth of their God ( which is virtually immortal / can resurrect ). It isn't stated or alluded anywhere how many successors he might have, but I imagine the number would be considerably substantial as the cult has survivors lasting until Vendetta ( 2014 ) & Umbrella Corps ( 2016 ). OR they are spiritual children akin to Ramon Salazar where they are bound only by the blood of Las Plagas, Lord Saddler having no involvement in conception. I haven't decided yet, but it could go both ways, realistically.

Other prophets in Illuminados faith were slain before they could approach their "virtually immortal" longevity in comparison to humans. The slaughter did not end in the 1700's upon their banishment as The Salazar's imposed an army to keep track of demonic activity occurring upon the island. Regardless, Luis was deeply entrenched within Los Illuminados to be aware of this & being so close to Lord Saddler inevitably made him a liability & cost him his life in the end.

[gamblingluck]

offers him his last cigarette.

@red9 - NEED A LIGHT?

Honestly, the fog was something that dulled the senses for plenty of people but that only inspires Ace to continue forward. He'd been fixing his sunglasses that always seem to sit on top of his head when his attention was drawn straight to the other. Ever since he'd met with Luis in this place, Ace decided that he was going to be the one that helped him get... accustomed, since he wasn't ever going to leave.

Sliding his glasses back to their usual spot, Ace turns partially on his heel towards him. there's just a second or two of silence before he's reaching out for such. ❝ Are ya' sure about that? ❞ he did have a lighter but he also knew the other had one as well so Ace just raises a brow.

He did need this.

[godstrain]

👂🏻 love love love

!!!! aaaaaa thank you so much! listen ... ok hear me out for the hottest concept of the century ... 2 ex-umbrella employees ... having like coffee or tea together and shit talking umbrella ...

send  👂🏻  if  you  can  hear  my  character’s  voice  in  my  writing! 

[silverdax]

❛ you know , it's not really safe for you to be here. ❜ is how he chooses to say it , because he thinks it will offer the most favorable reaction. luis is charming enough ― but he isn't so sure charm alone will allow him to walk out of this nightmare alive. jack gets the feeling the clock is starting to tick: ashley's disappearance has garnered the reaction they were hoping for , soon enough american troops will arrive. this quiet village is going to be a warzone. ❛ you ever fought anyone before ? ❜ / @red9

[belovedweighed]

💋

first 5 people who send in a “💋” get a kiss from my muse.

He was handsome in a rugged sort of way. There was stubble on his face, his hair was dark and wavy and he wore a crooked smile. Maria noted he had an accent.

Her hands cupped his tanned face and she leaned in, lips gently pressing against his. The stubble was a bit harsh against her skin but she didn't let it deter her. Lips intertwined, deepening as they explored each other. Hands over body, her fingers grasping at the front of his shirt and toying with the fabric.

"You're not half bad." she said coyly.

[sarastuss-a]

YOUR TALE, HERO : where to begin? 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐓, 𝐎𝐑 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇? ... your journey has been eternal. safe distance still remains, her current companion still a stranger. 𝙱𝚄𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙳𝙽𝙴𝚂𝚂 𝙸𝙽 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚁𝚃, it is ever so quick to RADIATE UPON OTHERS. ━━━━ there had been no hesitation when she jumped straight into danger to help him, ... 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎. to a fault. but she has fallen victim to naivety before, her gaze is wary of both of their surroundings &. him.

@red9 ' you tell me a tale of yourself, so that i might know you. '

THERE COMES THE QUESTION : ( have you made your choice, hero? ) a glance spared at him, ... as if to study, to ponder, 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝚃𝚁𝚄𝚃𝙷𝚂 𝙳𝙾𝙴𝚂 𝚂𝙷𝙴 𝙳𝙰𝚁𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝚂𝙿𝙸𝙻𝙻? 𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐈𝐌 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐘 𝐇𝐔𝐄𝐒, ━━━━ another reminder of her past, a reminder that she remains. corners of her lips 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐄 to curl, even if the slightest. ❝ i expect you'll repay and share one of your own, then. ❞ PLAYFUL TUNE LACES HONEYD VOICE, kindness leading her interaction, despite the remaining suspicion.