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[text: Jill] When this situation with the family is finally over can you fun me through some combat training again? [text: Jill] I am... really tired of getting attacked so frequently lately. I'm fine, just my back is torn up. [test: Jill] fought another Tyrant.

[ txt : High Hopes ] 'Course I can . I'll always agree to that shit.

[ txt : High Hopes ] . . . . . [ typing ]

[ txt : High Hopes ] . . You did what ?!

[harperhydra]

"picked up that laptop you asked me for ."

"Oh she's gonna hate us for this." She laughs a bit, taking the laptop from jill before opening it and accessing the settings, starting to rapidly search for the parental controls options.

It's Rebeccas personal computer, one that she had needlessly been working herself to the point of exhaustion with. Physically picking the girl up didn't seem to be deterring her from working herself ragged, so this collaborative effort was born.

And Jill quickly proved that all the rumors about her being a professional thief were true.

"Shocked you managed to sneak it past her, she's usually hyperfocused on this thing."

[illuzijan]

The fool

THE FOOL: A cobblestone bridge at dawn.

Rebecca Chambers is interesting. Sure, most people on the "execution" side of the equation in the plague field would see her name as another footnote in history or a numerical statistic. It completely erased how "interesting" she was. She's a genius, of course, no doubts about that. So were many other people. No, where she split off from the rest of the population was her ability to stand her ground without overconfidence.

The day was just beginning, and 2025 had the east half of the country in a chokehold with ice and snow. Carla sat atop the shelf of a cobble bridge, watching a university team brave the bitter weather to run together through the walking paths.

"I wanted to give you something."

She said it, not offhandedly but with a candid earnestness, when the Professor showed up, bundled up in contrast to the light jacket Carla was wearing.

"Because no matter what you do to C, it's not going to react the way you want it to. It doesn't "speak" the same language as your machines."

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i can’t breathe ,  i can’t (from novelresilience)

Dire Situations - Still Accepting

Chris's heart sinks at her words. Brown eyes observe her before quickly reaching to hold her and steady her, pulling her down carefully as he drops to his knees and starts to look her over.

"Hey, hey, hey. I got you, just...." He takes a breath, ready to do whatever he needs to help her. He wasn't willing to let her go, especially not when he could do something to save her. "Rebecca, just... I'm here. Stay with me."

[separatedway]

"I try to keep track of everything that helps or hinders my competitors," she replies.

S.T.A.R.S was a peculiar obsession of Wesker's. It was laughable to her how much Albert fixated on these people to his complete detriment. Leon, too, by proxy. It was to her advantage- he was fairly easy for her to use his obsession that masked his cowardice.

But at the mention of the lab in Arklay, Ada sighs, a strange feeling overcoming her. "...I wouldn't be surprised. As part of my time there, I dated the Chief Research Officer, John Clemens. He was moved from Chicago to take over operations. He hated it."

It wasn't an unusual story. Many researchers for other parts of Umbrella didn't really know the depths of the company's true mission.

"He wanted to pursue medicine. He hated bioweapons. I thought the Neptunes and plants were cute. I just thought it was a pity they were being made into weapons."

A point of weird affection and contention. "I escaped the outbreak. I only learned John died later. Simmons sent me to the city to get samples. Leon helped me out a little there in a rough patch before we parted ways."

It's a little dismissive for his sake. "Operating independently was beyond Umbrella. I'm more ambitious than that- and as much as they were? Umbrella and its founders only ever were tools."

"You heard about that op?" She's surprised, after all, very few people had. The mission had, in retrospect, been a failure. All the information they had obtained didn't survive. But she, David, and John had survived it. "It wasn't easy. I had to deploy a pineapple grenade for us to get out." She'd been responsible for the lighthouse's destruction, but it was better than the alternative of her and David drowning in that airlock. "We were lucky Barry had sent help and they were able to pull us out of the ocean."

Ada's remark doesn't bother her, and Rebecca merely shrugs while she picks further at her food. Back then, several people had called her little girl, a remark that did, at the time, get on her nerves. She'd been the kid sister of the team to the Bravo members, and she knew Chris had been reminded of his own younger sister when working with her. Eighteen was such a young for a field like that, perhaps too young.

"I think I vaguely recall seeing something with your name on it in that lab, a letter maybe." It was a blur, she and Chris had been focused on finding Jill and Wesker when they'd entered the lab. "I'm guessing you met Leon in the city?" She knew he'd been there, having just been hired onto RPD's force. Rebecca had seen him in passing, briefly, when he'd come in for his interview.

"I can't say I blame you for operating independently after that. Umbrella caused a lot of destruction."

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@novelresilience from here

There's a clatter of steel on concrete and a muffled curse as Jill went to grab it again. She's not in the mood to be lectured on either Rebecca's or Chris' insistence that she take care of herself, even if her muscles were stiff and sore and the medications did jack shit to help any of it .

"Hell if I should know-"

Her work right now was borne of her refusal to stay in her dreary apartment any longer, she needed something to occupy her hands and busy her thoughts — her movements weren't as skilled and practiced as they usually were when she worked . Here they were a hell of a lot more jarring , more effort being put into every motion of a tool , every move to open and change something out, like Jill was endlessly frustrated with everything that wouldn't work as it should, frustrated with how much she hurt and how much she thought and how much this fucking spanner wouldn't fucking fit where it needed to—

There's a long exhale after Rebecca makes the offer . The workshop goes silent for several moments , at least , beside the speaker in the back blaring some of Jill's underground grunge rock music , and it's clear she's half considering the idea. She doesn't move to wheel out from underneath the jacked car though, at least , not yet .

". . As long as you're paying ."

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@harperhydra cont. from here

Jill handed the laptop over to Helena , standing a step back and watching over her shoulder as the other looked for the options that they needed to update. She'd been contacted a couple hours earlier by the agent approaching her with a request , and she'd been more than happy to oblige after seeing what Rebecca had been doing - and maybe she wanted to show off just a little .

There wasn't a lot that she couldn't steal after years of doing exactly that , and while Jill was sure there were rumors going around the office of several skills that didn't make sense for someone who'd apparantly just been military , she didn't particularly care to confirm or deny anything outright .

"I have my ways ."

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Jill had been worried half to death for this entire operation . She had tried to fight to get herself on the ground , to go after Rebecca with Leon and Chris — damn what the B.S.A.A. said, but both rationale and those two had convinced her to stay behind at the office and keep going with her field support duties while she was still suspended from direct involvement. Coordinating ground forces had been hell, to say the least, but she'd fought to be the one on the other end of Chris' line and had helped direct him through the information she possessed .

Choosing a hospital hadn't been easy in the moment , but she'd sent the coordinates and the directions as quickly as she could. Just as she got off post Jill had raced over here as quickly as she physically was able to , striding right past the doctors and entering her room. The door was swung open and she stepped inside, and a moment passed before she was right at Rebecca's side — this scene had been repeated before, half a decade ago, and just like then Jill wasn't going to leave the other's side.

"Hey , Rebecca . How are you holding up?"

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The past few hours had been a hazy blur in the wake of the longest nights Rebecca had endured in years. Chris had reached her with not a moment to spare, administering the gaseous vaccine just as she'd been slipping into darkness. She'd felt alright at first, despite the general ache in her entire frame and soreness in her chest. Clinging to the rough wool blanket, she'd watched as the Silver Dagger unit administered the gas across the city, as the damage Arias had caused slowly dissipated with the rising sun. Lingering adrenaline faded as the relief that they had succeeded in preventing disaster set it.

But as the vaccine canisters emptied, the night had caught up with her, Rebecca wondering if perhaps the half-hour verging further into respiratory distress had taken its toll. Vague recollections of concerned voices from those around her, Jill's voice on Chris' comms relaying directions to a hospital. It had seemed in a blink that they'd landed, the sensation of her lungs burning, aching, overpowering processing the nurses and physicians that came to help.

All of it was hazy, others surrounding her for some time before at last she was in a room. The harsh, restricting lace wedding dress was replaced with a hospital gown, the fabric almost just as rough. The steady blow of oxygen in her nose and the rhythmic beeping of monitors were the only reminders when she closed her eyes that she wasn't back in that lab. Arias had either not thought of it or hadn't cared enough to have her monitored when his scientist had administered the virus. Even so, try as she may, sleep couldn't find her. The click of a door entering prompts her eyes to snap open, expecting to see either Chris or Leon walk in. But instead, it's a different familiar face.

"Jill."

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📱

"Hey Rebecca . Call me back when you get this . B.S.A.A. still fucking wants me to come by every couple days for a checkup and I'm sick of it . It's been at least five years and they still haven't given me a goddamn break . You know anything about this shit?"

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jill valentine the best in the business when it comes to stealing her friends' personal property in order to make them rest and then not resting herself

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@novelresilience sent in ❛ you stayed ❜

Jill had been waiting by Rebecca's side for what felt like forever, but she really hadn't minded. The other had enough of a difficult time getting to sleep as is, and Jill wasn't going to be able to go to bed herself, so here she was with a steaming hot espresso and several manuscripts to keep her busy throughout the cold hours of the morning . She'd draped her jacket over her own back a couple hours ago , leaning against a chair as she made herself somewhat comfortable.

When Rebecca awakes , Jill doesn't miss the change at all , her gaze flickering over to the other's as the grogginess of sleep is worn off.

❛ how you holding up? ❜

[harperhydra]

“Try to get some sleep. You’ll feel better.” 

She'd gotten herself so worked up that Rebecca felt she had to intervene. Did Jill send her over here?

Was it because of the mental breakdown she had the other night?

Her arms were absolutely protesting from the veritable beating she'd put them through, her face was bruised from Jills punch, and there was a thin presence of steam radiating off her.

Feverish, but not from an illness.

"I'd love too, but I can't. Lot on my mind right now." She hums, her arms shaking as she reached up to grab the cup of water off her bedside table. "I'll just wind up having nightmares and then be awake for another 12 hours."

Truth in that statement, but also resignation.

"Appreciate you coming to check on me, though."

[harperhydra]

[ TRAIN ]: sender tackles the receiver as part of a sparring or training exercise.

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Rebecca asking to train was already an oddity. She'd heard about what occurred at the Blue Umbrella headquarters- Attacked by another tyrant. This girl needed 24/7 protective detail at this point, and while she wasn't on duty in this moment, she was more then ready to take it up should the need arise.

Rebecca was the one reason she and everyone else was alive still, and thats likely why she's being targeted.

Is that what sparked the sudden interest in bettering herself physically?

She felt bad in thinking this, but the girl wasn't built for it- Not in the capacity that Helena was, at least. Rebecca could absolutely hold her own, but her expertise definitely sat on the back line.

You never compromise your back line. It's the foundation that your force is built on.

So it's here in the DSO's dojo that she finds herself indulging Rebeccas request- and having to sandbag to a point that's almost painful. one punch from her would snap Rebecca in half, so she's resorted to simply parrying Rebeccas strikes and knocking her off balance.

The professor rushes her in a full body tackle, and she widens her stance, Rebecca crashing into her as if she was a brick wall and trying to bring her to the mats. She stands steadfast, though, and reaches down to grab Rebecca by her shirt collar and physically toss her away.

"Come on, you can't come head on at an opponent thats got you outclassed. You know how bodies work, right? Strike at weak points and cripple them that way." She scoffs, it's a bit silly, and she can't help but laugh a bit at the entire situation.

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@novelresilience to JILL VALENTINE .

[ SANCTUARY ]: the sender opens the door when the receiver knocks in search of help, and brings them into their home.

Jill's exhausted .

She's lightheaded and there's a hand pressed tight against her side, a hand slick with red rapping once , twice on the door in front of her. The ex-cop is having difficulty focusing , but that was to be expected with her injuries .

Through this line of work , and her noteriety , Jill definitely wasn't someone who made good impressions on everybody . She didn't know who the hell had attacked her , but after seeing some sort of emblem she faintly recognized on their clothing , she could tell they weren't opportunists nor was whatever this was unplanned. Despite having barely made her way through the number that there had been , she'd come through with her training but hadn't avoided their own blades either, and had made the trek to the closest place she knew.

The knife at her belt is drying with thick rivulets of crimson, and everything in her hurt. Her pain tolerance was far above most , so for her veins to be on fire like this meant it was bad. Vibrant blue flicks behind her for a moment, breathing heavy and her pulse racing, god did she both feel and look like hell. There's a small line of blood on the corner of her mouth, but whether that was hers or her enemies' , that was something that couldn't be differientiated . The world kept moving in and out of focus, and it took everything in her to stay standing like she was now.

God , Rebecca . Hope you're fucking home .

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@novelresilience to JILL VALENTINE .

“I’ll still be here when you wake up.”

It was tough for Jill to talk about this . Even tougher to reveal the reason behind her sleeping issues when Rebecca had brought it up, clearly having noticed the dark circles underneath her eyes and the exhaustion that pained her demeanour. She'd insisted that she get some rest , but Jill didn't want to endure those nightmares again. She didn't want to lose more sleep than she started with , but she couldn't stay awake forever , either . Maybe having someone here would help, but Jill couldn't guarantee it , and she hated seeming like she needed the help.

"Doesn't exactly come easy ."

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Rebecca was completely right there . Had this been her in the hospital bed, Jill would have done the exact same and would have fought like hell herself — it was the least she could do , with all they'd been through together and how well they'd come to know each other.

At the mention of the IV , Jill lets out an exhale . She doesn't want it, doesn't think she needs it and doesn't particularly feel comfortable with the idea of being stuck with a needle after all this, but she trusted Rebecca and they'd take small steps as they could. At least with her friend , she had the choice for when it was put in , and she could make up her own mind about when she felt ready and not when the doctors felt ready.

It wasn't going to be tonight , it probably wouldn't be tomorrow, but Jill would see how she felt later on about it. Her autonomy right now was something she desired to keep just hers, and she'd fight anybody who tried to undermine that — after three years being without it , this was Jill's first time being able to actually say no and be able to choose things for herself instead of being forced into medical procedures and the chemicals that had taken away her reason and rationale, that had taken her autonomy away entirely and made her serve the whims of a madman .

"Hell knows I'm not sleeping . . so that sounds good to me ."

"Of course." Rebecca starts, managing a small smile as she does. The way the other seems a bit more at ease is a relief. Hopefully, with her having managed access to Jill's care she can help aid her. "You'd do the same for me." She doesn't doubt it, not even the slightest.

She stays seated on the edge of Jill's bed, just wanting to remain close to the other for the time being. "You say when and I'll do the IV. I do think you need it, but I don't want to push you." She's ensuring it's Jill's choice, giving as much autonomy as possible. Whether the BSAA will let Chris in once he arrives, Rebecca doubts, and instead keeps her phone close so she can collect Jill's belongings when he does. Visitation will likely be another hurdle she'll have to argue over.

"I can stay and spend the night if you want, maybe bring in my laptop and we can watch a movie after we get your things?" Regardless, Rebecca doesn't intend to leave the hospital grounds, not tonight, not until she's figured out the mess of a treatment plan the doctors had made. Either at Jill's side or in an on-call room, she's staying.