[It's less of a text and more of a knock, three firm knocks. Jill seems honestly like a legitimately good person who deserves company, not that Abbacchio would ever assume that he himself would be a great option for that, but she seems to like him so you know. Here he is. Ready to TUSSLE and hang out and shit.]
Hey. [beat.] I brought wine. On the off chance we wanna get trashed, too.
[And it's a lot of wine. He has no restraint. He'd probably drink most things alcoholic but he's definitely a wine man.]
[ Jill's the sort of person who tends to be more attracted to the fringe, however it might be described. She, herself, fits into that category of "odd" or "different," and keeps her circle of friends small. Curated carefully. And she liked him, so that was that. A rarity for her to enjoy the company of others in a way that's genuine and that's the only thing she needed to know with their strange little friendship.
When she opens the door, she steps aside and gestures for him to enter. ]
Enough to get alcohol poisoning from. You really know how to treat a gal. [ She scoops some from him and leads them into the kitchen, going for two glasses so they can get this party started. ] Whiskey first?
That's right, should've made it a bouquet of bottles. [Bless her for taking them, and he follows her inside. He doesn't pause, but his eyes do flick toward the few pictures she has. Huh a big buff guy? Maybe it's her boyfriend or something. He'll ask, but he'll wait when they're a bit looser. In part he's nosy, but he is also genuinely curious to learn more about Jill.]
Well shit, you've made the Christmas... Firalia? Gift for you an easy choice.
[ It won't be so charming when trying to hold that, but so long as they don't bust she'll be impressed with herself. She moves a little roughly, like she's been in a fight that surely wasn't the kind she'd intended. Hesitation, but she swoops the photo off the fridge. Above a younger version of herself with a lame mom haircut is a blonde man. She taps down on him with her finger. ]
If you see this man, avoid him. His name is Albert Wesker -- he'll be wearing sunglasses, he never isn't. Nothing can be achieved from me calling him out or trying to get him jailed or anything, but he's... dangerous.
[ She has some pretty top shelf whiskey, but it's also clear Jill doesn't indulge in much else and tends to prefer dressing like she's always hitting the gym, so what is there but alcohol and food?
She doesn't pour low, she pours like someone who is going to actually drink out of the lowball glass and she slips it to the kitchen table and her own the opposite side. Jill starts on the small grill attachment she's bought for her stove and dishes the meat onto it. ]
[Huh. He recognizes her face in the picture, but he can also tell she's younger. Softer in some ways. No judgment on the mom haircut, he's seen sillier are you kidding. But he looks at the man she's indicating.]
So this guy's in Lunatia, then.
[In his opinion, she has better restraint than he does. If he ever encountered the Boss again, he might just try to kill him right away, foolish as that notion is. To him there's nothing else but making sure he doesn't ruin anymore lives.]
You're fucking telling me. You wanna tell me more about this guy?
[ Could stand for some volume, at the very least. But those were the 90s. Her sense of style was maybe even worse than now. Not any flipping to be done on steak yet but she stands beside the stove in a corner, scooping her drink up before taking a hearty pull from it. Clearly, there is indeed some shit she's gotta say. ]
Some people -- [ Larry. ] -- are going around telling me I'm a buzzkill and shit, but he also seems to think spending four years as a prisoner of war is something you just move on from. [ She didn't offer all the details because he didn't seem to care, didn't want to hear it. Didn't want her to spoil things though she thought friends did that. Trust. Maybe it really was that just she and Chris were the strange ones? She dips the shirt to show a hint of scarring on her chest. Healed over and twisted. Parts look like it might've been burnt in small circles. ] He developed a serum. Didn't last long so he put a device on my chest. Mind control, something like it. I was present and aware, but... I couldn't control my actions or sometimes my words. A prisoner in my own body. I'd been trying to escape an oil refinery but had been hit by the brunt of a rocket launcher blast when I'd come here.
[ She's been through hell and back. ]
I have to see him dead back home. It's not something anyone here is capable of, not even me. But back home, we have a shot. It's a long story how it got to that point, but he was once my captain back when I was in a SWAT-like team called STARS -- Special Tactics and Rescue Service. He used us as experiments, picked all of us off. Killed almost everyone in that picture.
[ Whew it's drink time. She's not really touchy-feely good at talking. Being direct is easier, but easier still with liquid courage in your bones. ]
Sounds like a pretty specific person who said that kind of shit to you. [He won't pry if she's not offering, but more importantly:] You don't just move on easily from that kind of shit. You don't. [and lord help them, he's the king of Never Moving On, but he thinks it's more than fair for her to still have her baggage.
But more importantly, he listens. Has a sip of his own drink. It's got a nice burn and he can appreciate it, even if whiskey's not his first pick.]
Look, I know just saying I'm sorry won't change anything, but. Seriously, I am. It sounds like you've had a hell of a time. And I thought my fucking adventures were hard. ...Also. If you ever need to track this guy, we can. If you ever think he's up to something. Nobody escapes me. Literally.
Well, unless he's got some kind of fucking moon magic, but that's a first for me.
I think we... have different ways of dealing with things. People who haven't experienced certain things think it's easier to just move on from it. I'm still working on it; I don't want to be stuck.
[ But it's fresh and without resolution. If she could go home and see what happens, live through it, she's sure it would be something she could adapt to better. ]
My partner and I were pursuing an entirely different man, but Wesker was there when we found him. We fought and the battle was going poorly. He had Chris -- my partner -- by the throat, throwing him around like a ragdoll. I made the choice of him or me and rushed Wesker out a window over a cliff. It... I was marked as KIA. I don't think they were wrong, technically. Woke up unable to move in an operating room. [ It's tiring and to hear him talk this way does put a little perk in her. Tight, bordering humorous in her smile. It's reassuring. ] My partner never gave up looking for me, even though it was almost four years by the time he freed me. He wouldn't want me to sulk, but if I could forget all of, you know, this I would.
[ But she doesn't know how to explain Wesker and how viruses work where she's from. It really is all bullshit. ]
Viruses. He can move so fast it seems like he's teleporting. Strong, too. Stronger than people should be. Not sure what he'll do here, but I'll be keeping my eye on him as well as I can.
That's healthy. I've only ever been stuck for every single thing I've fucked up on. Better lately, but still. [Still. He knows he could do better, even if all he ever does is think about the past.]
Chris... is he the big guy in your other photo? [Stacked like a goddamn brick, large, and handsome to boot. Jill sure knows how to pick 'em and he can't deny that.] I get it. Making that kind of choice. You did better to him than I ever did to my partner. [He's a little envious, but he's also glad. She has a good man waiting for her.]
Fortunately, people with crazy fucking powers aren't exactly new to me. Got my own, even. I mean it when I say people can't get away from me if I want to follow them. I can even check to see what he's been up to if we can figure out where he's been.
Oh, don't say it like you're intentionally sticking to it all. Shit isn't easy to adapt to sometimes. If you could let it go like it's nothing, I don't doubt you would.
[ It's hard not to think about the past. The fact she's got a nearly fifteen year old photo on her at all times -- even here -- is a testament to that similarity and understanding. The past is what forms who you are today. ]
Chris Redfield. He's been my partner for give or take about fifteen years. We met through a mutual before working together and sort of became attached at the hip since then. [ She's not sure she could've survived post-Raccoon without his support. ] ...should I ask? I mean, I didn't really make a choice. It was... instinctual. If we'd had time, he would've stopped me. But real life isn't like movies. There's not always this perfect third option where everything goes right.
[ Something he probably was familiarizing himself with, learning he's died. It would be nice if it was that easy. ]
Yeah? I wanna say I wouldn't expect it, but a lot of people here have something special about them. I'll definitely keep the offer in mind, but he tends to have a way about him of finding me. I piss him off too much for him to be quiet too long.
[And it's his way of just having too soft of a heart in some ways, too fucking tender, because he can't get over his own mistakes even after he's long since been forgiven. And that's fine and all, but some people deserve to be alive more than Leone Abbacchio.]
Ask whatever you want. [She's sharing, so why not?] But damn, fifteen years. [DAMN JILL you age well?!] You two seem pretty close. Hard not to be after so long. You miss him?
[He shrugs.] I don't know if you'll be able to see the ability, but yeah. I've got your back.
Don't get what it is with people thinking others enjoy dealing with things like this and not just... moving on, you know? It's being stuck like this, in limbo. How can you move on if you can't move on?
[ It's not directed at anyone or aggressive. Rhetoric but not. Thought made solid and real when vocalized. Jill doesn't know much about Leone's past, but she knows he's been affected much like she has. That he has regrets. ]
I mean I'd like to know more about you, but where the hell do you start other than the way normal people do? You know, that way where it doesn't scratch the surface, even. [ But she smiles to herself, head ducked as she stares into her glass. ] Only got a few living friends and he's always been the most important. I guess people outside our circle would probably say we're co-dependent or our relationship is unhealthy, but when you work more than you don't and rarely even get to go home... our lives are our work.
[ She dodges the question but answers it all at once. It's crystal clear even if she thinks she's sly. ]
Know that I've got yours, too. Wasn't joking about being able to crush a skull or break a neck with my thighs you know.
You're preaching to the choir. It's not exactly a choice.
[For all that he hates and blames himself, he's at least come to terms that he should try to move on, even if he has no idea how to even accomplish that.]
Fuck, you can't even ask me that. I've known only weirdos as my best friends. Jumping into the middle of shit is like the only way to start I've noticed. [But that smile helps, and he definitely can tell how important Chris is as a topic.] I think I get it. At least a little. [jill has feelings and it's great but also he understands her missing him. Because she DOES OBVIOUSLY.]
I believe you and I would love to see that shit just not first hand. If you get my meaning.
Figured I didn't need to tell you that. Always kind of astounding that people do.
[ That's what can make it so frustrating. The idea of doing it, wanting to do it, even genuinely trying to. If only it were as easy as just saying it. ]
Oh, well, sounds like me and you got similar taste in people.
[ Weirdos. They weren't too unique in their fields, but a lot of people had ideas of what they wanted, where they wanted to be. How. She liked that about Leone. ]
Here's hoping we won't need that but -- [ She shifts away from the counter and turns away to pull at the meat, smell now wafting stronger, making sure it's not sticking. Still not quite ready to turn. She's aiming just a bit more rare than medium-rare. ] -- I guess I should mention, do you prefer your surname? Was talking to Jotaro and I think I'm the only one that calls you by your given name.
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OHHHH SHIT HERE WE GO
Hey. [beat.] I brought wine. On the off chance we wanna get trashed, too.
[And it's a lot of wine. He has no restraint. He'd probably drink most things alcoholic but he's definitely a wine man.]
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When she opens the door, she steps aside and gestures for him to enter. ]
Enough to get alcohol poisoning from. You really know how to treat a gal. [ She scoops some from him and leads them into the kitchen, going for two glasses so they can get this party started. ] Whiskey first?
[ The important question. ]
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Sure, fuck me up, Jill. Let me see what you got.
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[ It won't be so charming when trying to hold that, but so long as they don't bust she'll be impressed with herself. She moves a little roughly, like she's been in a fight that surely wasn't the kind she'd intended. Hesitation, but she swoops the photo off the fridge. Above a younger version of herself with a lame mom haircut is a blonde man. She taps down on him with her finger. ]
If you see this man, avoid him. His name is Albert Wesker -- he'll be wearing sunglasses, he never isn't. Nothing can be achieved from me calling him out or trying to get him jailed or anything, but he's... dangerous.
[ She has some pretty top shelf whiskey, but it's also clear Jill doesn't indulge in much else and tends to prefer dressing like she's always hitting the gym, so what is there but alcohol and food?
She doesn't pour low, she pours like someone who is going to actually drink out of the lowball glass and she slips it to the kitchen table and her own the opposite side. Jill starts on the small grill attachment she's bought for her stove and dishes the meat onto it. ]
Christ this place can be exhausting.
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[Huh. He recognizes her face in the picture, but he can also tell she's younger. Softer in some ways. No judgment on the mom haircut, he's seen sillier are you kidding. But he looks at the man she's indicating.]
So this guy's in Lunatia, then.
[In his opinion, she has better restraint than he does. If he ever encountered the Boss again, he might just try to kill him right away, foolish as that notion is. To him there's nothing else but making sure he doesn't ruin anymore lives.]
You're fucking telling me. You wanna tell me more about this guy?
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Some people -- [ Larry. ] -- are going around telling me I'm a buzzkill and shit, but he also seems to think spending four years as a prisoner of war is something you just move on from. [ She didn't offer all the details because he didn't seem to care, didn't want to hear it. Didn't want her to spoil things though she thought friends did that. Trust. Maybe it really was that just she and Chris were the strange ones? She dips the shirt to show a hint of scarring on her chest. Healed over and twisted. Parts look like it might've been burnt in small circles. ] He developed a serum. Didn't last long so he put a device on my chest. Mind control, something like it. I was present and aware, but... I couldn't control my actions or sometimes my words. A prisoner in my own body. I'd been trying to escape an oil refinery but had been hit by the brunt of a rocket launcher blast when I'd come here.
[ She's been through hell and back. ]
I have to see him dead back home. It's not something anyone here is capable of, not even me. But back home, we have a shot. It's a long story how it got to that point, but he was once my captain back when I was in a SWAT-like team called STARS -- Special Tactics and Rescue Service. He used us as experiments, picked all of us off. Killed almost everyone in that picture.
[ Whew it's drink time. She's not really touchy-feely good at talking. Being direct is easier, but easier still with liquid courage in your bones. ]
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But more importantly, he listens. Has a sip of his own drink. It's got a nice burn and he can appreciate it, even if whiskey's not his first pick.]
Look, I know just saying I'm sorry won't change anything, but. Seriously, I am. It sounds like you've had a hell of a time. And I thought my fucking adventures were hard. ...Also. If you ever need to track this guy, we can. If you ever think he's up to something. Nobody escapes me. Literally.
Well, unless he's got some kind of fucking moon magic, but that's a first for me.
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[ But it's fresh and without resolution. If she could go home and see what happens, live through it, she's sure it would be something she could adapt to better. ]
My partner and I were pursuing an entirely different man, but Wesker was there when we found him. We fought and the battle was going poorly. He had Chris -- my partner -- by the throat, throwing him around like a ragdoll. I made the choice of him or me and rushed Wesker out a window over a cliff. It... I was marked as KIA. I don't think they were wrong, technically. Woke up unable to move in an operating room. [ It's tiring and to hear him talk this way does put a little perk in her. Tight, bordering humorous in her smile. It's reassuring. ] My partner never gave up looking for me, even though it was almost four years by the time he freed me. He wouldn't want me to sulk, but if I could forget all of, you know, this I would.
[ But she doesn't know how to explain Wesker and how viruses work where she's from. It really is all bullshit. ]
Viruses. He can move so fast it seems like he's teleporting. Strong, too. Stronger than people should be. Not sure what he'll do here, but I'll be keeping my eye on him as well as I can.
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Chris... is he the big guy in your other photo? [Stacked like a goddamn brick, large, and handsome to boot. Jill sure knows how to pick 'em and he can't deny that.] I get it. Making that kind of choice. You did better to him than I ever did to my partner. [He's a little envious, but he's also glad. She has a good man waiting for her.]
Fortunately, people with crazy fucking powers aren't exactly new to me. Got my own, even. I mean it when I say people can't get away from me if I want to follow them. I can even check to see what he's been up to if we can figure out where he's been.
Just saying. It's an option if you ever need it.
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[ It's hard not to think about the past. The fact she's got a nearly fifteen year old photo on her at all times -- even here -- is a testament to that similarity and understanding. The past is what forms who you are today. ]
Chris Redfield. He's been my partner for give or take about fifteen years. We met through a mutual before working together and sort of became attached at the hip since then. [ She's not sure she could've survived post-Raccoon without his support. ] ...should I ask? I mean, I didn't really make a choice. It was... instinctual. If we'd had time, he would've stopped me. But real life isn't like movies. There's not always this perfect third option where everything goes right.
[ Something he probably was familiarizing himself with, learning he's died. It would be nice if it was that easy. ]
Yeah? I wanna say I wouldn't expect it, but a lot of people here have something special about them. I'll definitely keep the offer in mind, but he tends to have a way about him of finding me. I piss him off too much for him to be quiet too long.
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[And it's his way of just having too soft of a heart in some ways, too fucking tender, because he can't get over his own mistakes even after he's long since been forgiven. And that's fine and all, but some people deserve to be alive more than Leone Abbacchio.]
Ask whatever you want. [She's sharing, so why not?] But damn, fifteen years. [DAMN JILL you age well?!] You two seem pretty close. Hard not to be after so long. You miss him?
[He shrugs.] I don't know if you'll be able to see the ability, but yeah. I've got your back.
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[ It's not directed at anyone or aggressive. Rhetoric but not. Thought made solid and real when vocalized. Jill doesn't know much about Leone's past, but she knows he's been affected much like she has. That he has regrets. ]
I mean I'd like to know more about you, but where the hell do you start other than the way normal people do? You know, that way where it doesn't scratch the surface, even. [ But she smiles to herself, head ducked as she stares into her glass. ] Only got a few living friends and he's always been the most important. I guess people outside our circle would probably say we're co-dependent or our relationship is unhealthy, but when you work more than you don't and rarely even get to go home... our lives are our work.
[ She dodges the question but answers it all at once. It's crystal clear even if she thinks she's sly. ]
Know that I've got yours, too. Wasn't joking about being able to crush a skull or break a neck with my thighs you know.
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[For all that he hates and blames himself, he's at least come to terms that he should try to move on, even if he has no idea how to even accomplish that.]
Fuck, you can't even ask me that. I've known only weirdos as my best friends. Jumping into the middle of shit is like the only way to start I've noticed. [But that smile helps, and he definitely can tell how important Chris is as a topic.] I think I get it. At least a little. [jill has feelings and it's great but also he understands her missing him. Because she DOES OBVIOUSLY.]
I believe you and I would love to see that shit just not first hand. If you get my meaning.
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[ That's what can make it so frustrating. The idea of doing it, wanting to do it, even genuinely trying to. If only it were as easy as just saying it. ]
Oh, well, sounds like me and you got similar taste in people.
[ Weirdos. They weren't too unique in their fields, but a lot of people had ideas of what they wanted, where they wanted to be. How. She liked that about Leone. ]
Here's hoping we won't need that but -- [ She shifts away from the counter and turns away to pull at the meat, smell now wafting stronger, making sure it's not sticking. Still not quite ready to turn. She's aiming just a bit more rare than medium-rare. ] -- I guess I should mention, do you prefer your surname? Was talking to Jotaro and I think I'm the only one that calls you by your given name.