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"Hm."

"What do you want?"

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((So, I’m playing Resident Evil 6, Leon’s campaign specifically, and I REALLY REALLY REALLY PREFER TO HAVE A PARTNER.  WHO HERE HAS RESIDENT EVIL 6 FOR THE PS3?  ANY TAKERS?))

#reblogging from my other account #pleeeeeease #also rusty so i might suck a little #but i'll figure it out fast? #ooc

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Honestly?  He wasn't sure if he should be relieved and happy, or just plain pissed at this situation.  Here was the partner he'd believed was dead, who he'd held out hope of recovering and had those hopes squashed, and the bastard had just made a joke out of it.  "How did you make it out?  We searched for you." 

chrismotherfuckingredfield came into the line of fire.

Okay, so, this?  Upsetting.  Besides the fact that he was staring Piers in the face after last seeing him aboard that dying vessel, something was very wrong.  Since when did Piers call him ‘Christopher’, and ‘long lost puppy’?  The smirk wasn’t very reassuring, either.  “Piers?”

#kawaiipiers #i'm so sorry i vanished holy crap

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She obviously didn't know anything about Chris Redfield if she was worried that he'd go so unprofessional as to forget that she was a cop and call her pet names, but that was understandable.  He didn't take offense.  He'd worked with women just as well as men, and his professionalism held true.  "Detective, I'm Captain Redfield, B.S.A.A."

"Trust me, you want me at this crime scene."

“Detective Pezzini,” she corrected automatically. Not because she was a tightass, but because it was hard enough to be taken seriously in this job, without people letting the title slide. Soon they’d be calling her ‘sweetheart’ or something equally disrespectful, and forgetting she was a cop entirely, let alone one of the best ones in the precinct.

“This is a sealed crime scene. Please don’t cross the police tape. Can I help you with something?”

#pfffft #you mean because sara #and yes #resident evil/witchblade crossover yes pls #sorry for the delay #other accounts and work kind of ate me #beareroftheblade

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{ℴut: I saw this in one of my assignments earlier today and decided to take the liberty of posting these here on Tumblr for you guys.

I’m pretty sure we all know how some role-players like to use their rather “extensive” vocabulary when writing responses and the like, right? Well, here’s a photoset of my personal thoughts perfectly written out by my teacher in a short and concise manner.

During my time role-playing her on Tumblr, I’ve seen plenty of role-players and their writing. And I’ve seen those who tend to use words that don’t exactly make their writing flow nice and smooth or don’t, well, make much sense. I’ve seen boring, on-going sentences that immediately lose my interest and that doesn’t exactly work for me.

Lots of people tend to think that with bigger, more interesting sounding words will draw people to them, think they’re marvelous or brilliant, give them praise because they’re “such great writers.” And that happens, I’ve seen it—but I’m pretty sure this is because those who are giving the praise don’t entirely realize that what they’ve read doesn’t actually make much sense.

The thing that I don’t particularly like about role-players using unnecessary big words to make their writing more “extravagant” is the fact that it’s pretty insulting. How, you ask? Well, let’s see: there are some who tend to have a mindset that goes, “Well, I know these words. So why don’t you?” As if they expect others to understand the meanings of the words. Not everyone does, not everyone’s a genius, and not everyone takes the time to look up words to use in their writing. And also, not everyone wants to take the time to look up words that they don’t understand just to comprehend someone else’s writing.

It’s insulting to not only one’s intelligence, but to the person themselves. By assuming that other people should know and understand whatever it is that some other person is writing, it’s basically saying that they’re not as “smart” or “intelligent” as said person. (When in actuality, these people are probably smarter than the person using bigger words.)

The thesaurus is a great tool to enhance someone’s writing, I admit. But it’s also a great tool to make someone’s writing boring and incomprehensible. A great tip that I highly suggest while using the thesaurus is actually looking up the definition of the synonym that you’re thinking of using before you actually decide to use it. Make sure you understand the definition or else, you might make yourself look kinda dumb when the word is used incorrectly and doesn’t make sense with the surrounding vocab.

Simplicity works just as well, for the record. Some people might think that being simple makes their writing look too boring or whatever, but that only depends on how they string their words together. You can perfectly describe someone’s physical appearance or a beautiful sunset on the beach without utilizing a chiliad of variant diction pertaining to assembling one’s soliloquy into pulchritude.

In the words of Mark Twain:      ”I never write “metropolis” for seven cents, because I can get the same money for “city.” I never write “policeman,” because I can get the same price for “cop.” … I never write “valetudinarian” at all, for not even hunger and wretchedness can humble me to the point where I will do a word like that for seven cents; I wouldn’t do it for fifteen.”

#this #ooc

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"Somehow, that's not reassuring at all," he pointed out, still suspicious.  He had good reason to be, even without knowing her well.  Anything he'd heard hadn't been good.

“You must be mistaking me for your employers.  What are you up to?”

#good point #to her he's kind of a 'bad guy' #ussfoureyes

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"You did, so let's hope the luck holds out," he offered, unable to really argue.  They were lucky, in a sense.  The problem Chris had with it was that his near misses had been racking up a body count around him.  Just because he was skilled and lucky didn't mean that the people around him were.  "You on assignment?"

Yeah, Chris wished he could get Claire further out of the trouble that came with their line of work, but he was pretty certain that she was as far from the front lines as she’d ever be.  He let her go, pleasant enough, and snorted back a laugh.  “My job is to be at the center of the trouble as soon as it hits, and I’d like to think I’m good at it.”

#course she does #he knows that #doesn't mean he doesn't worry if he's not there to cover her ass #valyrkjosa

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Let's be real, women were strange and though Chris understood Jill pretty damn well after working so closely, and then building their relationship further.  That still didn't mean he had any clue why she did things like wear dresses some days and pants other days, but it didn't really matter to him one way or the other.  As long as she wasn't going into the field like that, what did he care? 

Of course he'd appreciated the view when he had the chance, but he wasn't really much of an 'office' person, so the fact that he was in his usually unused, but very nice, office space meant that he was working on things that had to be done there so that he could get back to the field.  Having men out there while he was behind a desk made him fidgety.  When she entered, he flicked his eyes up, managed a bit of a smile and returned his attention to the computer and files he had spread out across the surface of his desk.  That was, until she leaned against the desk, asking him about lunch plans.  Just as she'd expected, she took his attention again, and like any man, his eyes started at the cleavage she was intentionally offering him before they made it to her face, one brow quirked up curiously.  "No plans.  You seem to have an idea, though."

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#OMG #DIDN'T SEE THAT COMING #WHAT #your husband!chris is not going to be happy #I usually don't do smut threads often #and especially not as a first ic interaction or without serious build-up #but nbd #sorry about the delay #AU #directorjredfield

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"Are you Pezzini?" he called out, remembering that he was told the lead officer was one Sara Pezzini, and let's be real, there weren't that many women on site.

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Sara glanced over at the man, but didn’t really say anything. Not much to say, unless he wanted something.

#OMG WHAT ARE YOU FANGIRLING ABOUT? #YOU'RE PLAYING SARA PEZZINI #beareroftheblade

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ussfoureyes replied to your post: Well, if it isn’t the infamous Redfield. Shouldn’t you be off doing good somewhere?

Infamous to the world aren’t you? Always the hero, saving the day…

"You must be mistaking me for your employers.  What are you up to?"

#ussfoureyes #he ain't infamous #he's FAMOUS #faaaaaaaaame

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Well, if it isn't the infamous Redfield. Shouldn't you be off doing good somewhere?

"My affairs are in order.  Infamous to who?"

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Yeah, Chris wished he could get Claire further out of the trouble that came with their line of work, but he was pretty certain that she was as far from the front lines as she'd ever be.  He let her go, pleasant enough, and snorted back a laugh.  "My job is to be at the center of the trouble as soon as it hits, and I'd like to think I'm good at it."

“Part of the job,” he pointed out, but he pulled her up into the hug a little tighter than was strictly necessary, but not too tight.  He was very aware of her being much smaller.  “Missed you, Claire.  Tell me you’re staying out of trouble?”

#pooooooor chris! #he loses everyone #claire you gotta make it #because chris can't stand losing someone else

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China.  That had been a mess, and it was one that Chris still hadn't gotten over entirely.  The only thing that had kept him together was the fact that Piers had given his life to get him out of there.  Yeah, the other man had said it was for the B.S.A.A. and Chris could respect that, but he'd saved his Captain's life at the same time.  He couldn't throw that away in the bottom of a bottle while he forgot everything again.  It was tough, but he kept it together.

Seeing Piers now, though?  It stopped everything in his brain for a moment, just completely blanked him out, which was not his usual.  Chris Redfield was an experienced soldier, accustomed to combat and dealing with the unexpected in some of the worst ways, but it was seeing his dead partner standing there in front of him, the barest touch of a smile on his features, that broke through.  For an instant there, it showed in his expression, that disbelief and maybe just a little of the grief he'd been dealing with, the guilt, before he covered it up.  He had to push through, figure this out. 

Yeah, right.  Points for trying, though.  "Piers?  Christ, you're alive," he breathed, deciding to say 'screw it' to protocol as he grabbed the younger soldier's shoulder for a second, then just pulled him into an embrace.  Maybe he just had to see, feel, know.

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Captain. {piers hasn’t seen the man in what felt like forever, and after the outbreak in china, it was fair to say that they’d left on a rather strange note. maybe cruel. he wasn’t sure; he didn’t have a word for it. whatever the case, today was, for lack of a better word, a reunion of sorts. the sniper gave him a single nod and a smile, or, at the very least, a hint of a smile.} Nice to see you again, sir.

#steaddyhand #omg i'm so sorry #this kind of got away from me #hope it works for you! #thanks for the follow!

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Okay, so, this?  Upsetting.  Besides the fact that he was staring Piers in the face after last seeing him aboard that dying vessel, something was very wrong.  Since when did Piers call him 'Christopher', and 'long lost puppy'?  The smirk wasn't very reassuring, either.  "Piers?"

chrismotherfuckingredfield came into the line of fire.

“So..so..the Captain has found his long lost puppy again..” murmured the brunette and folded his hands. “Good to see you, Christopher…long time no see.” A smirk formed on his lips.

#kawaiipiers #hey! #thanks for the follow!

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Hello Christopher.

"Marini...I watched you die."  Obviously, that didn't mean much anymore, considering Frost's situation.  Even so, that didn't make it easier to see them again after all these years.

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A Softer World 637

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