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rcsetorn · 7 months

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@knightfeared (Chris) for smol

╼ ༺ :|| It was so relieving whenever he came back. Sometimes she'd act like such a school girl, not realizing it until it was too late and then trying to mask the joy with a flushed recollection, hoping he didn't see it. Turning away with the pink dusting her cheeks and a familiar seriousness returning, Beatrix gestured for Chris with a toss of curled tresses.

"I've made us a dinner reservation for 6. I don't want to be late," she'd reason bluntly.

#knightfeared #knightfeared: chris #╼ ༺ :|the curse of gloom and devotion (resident evil)

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rcsetorn · 1 month

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Her role as a hospital doctor has always been the public knowledge, however Beatrix Ronelle is also the Umbrella Corporation's leading bioanalyst of the Alexandria Research Facility located in Treno County. It's here where she researches a new chemical compound of mysterious origins, called MIST, for a potentially new pharmaceutical drug. Despite the MIST being a more personal pet project isolated to this lab location, Beatrix herself is known to aid and dabble with other company research when requested- which is often.

After the Raccoon City incident, there's a horror realizing she's partially responsible for aiding the company's outbreak for having contributed confidential data supporting the T-Virus creation. Guilt ridden, Beatrix's personal pet project becomes a second priority in favor of research for cures and counteragents for infected, in the true lab hidden in the deeper, lower levels- even after Umbrella has folded and the world hunts down company affiliates.

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╼ ༺ Root Depository Report #1 ╼ ༺

Beatrix almost always carries a custom pistol upon her person, lovingly named Save the Queen, and has an excellent aim for being blind in one eye.

She dons an eyepatch over her right eye, yet beneath this is an eye with a dull pink iris- the pigment loss which accompanied its blindness.

Though a scientist, she's very capable of taking care of herself and eliminating hostiles if need be- human or not.

Her hospital patients' safety are highest priority. Those that entrust themselves into her care for medical attention will never be experimented on or used in any regard.

While she does have a home beyond the facility, Beatrix does have small living area set up at the hospital where she will often stay when she's so caught up in her work. (Which is often.)

#╼ ༺ :|the curse of gloom and devotion (resident evil)

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rcsetorn · 2 years

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Another drawpile session with @venomousovereignty/@danthekickingman taking a Resident Evil route. Scientist Beatrix, tyrant Dirk, and....Dan.

and @xkuja there in spirit~

#◈ ╼ ༺ :| art |: ༻ ╼ ◈#venomousovereignty #danthekickingman #tailoringtay #i love this.#so much fun.#╼ ༺ :|the curse of gloom and devotion (resident evil)#(resi) images.

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rcsetorn · 1 year

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Just a few hcs I may or may not have shared before:

Beatrix was formally a licensed nurse for the military and worked both in the field and out. As such, this makes her a ranked officer.

With her background of social class and ambition, as well as intense education, she caught Umbrella's eye after just a few years.

Often, Beatrix fills in to give some nurses at the hospital a break when needed.

There are some roses in her lab she grows via hydroponics, for brightening up her workspace and experiments.

Her home has a record player with a nice little collection of vinyl. And during work, there may be a soft playing of classical music ongoing to break the silence.

#╼ ༺ :|the curse of gloom and devotion (resident evil)#(resi) hcs.#maybe i'll expound on them at a later time.#for now they get bulleted here.#i like musing things for verses.#sometimes I take away from them to hc some to her default.

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rcsetorn · 1 year

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wip for a reply I'm too eager to share ;w;

#◈ ╼ ༺ :| art |: ༻ ╼ ◈#valourbound #╼ ༺ :|the curse of gloom and devotion (resident evil)#bea and chris owo.#(resi) images.

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rcsetorn · 1 year

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Resident Evil Verse

↳ Alexandrian Bioanalyst

#◈ ╼ ༺ :| art |: ༻ ╼ ◈#╼ ༺ :|the curse of gloom and devotion (resident evil)#not sure if RE bea would get much attention.#but still fun to play around with.#(resi) images.

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rcsetorn · 1 year

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Close up of her Umbrella name tag

#╼ ༺ :|the curse of gloom and devotion (resident evil)#i spent too long on that id.#i'll share the full art of her soon.#(resi) images.

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rcsetorn · 1 year

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As lead bioanalyst of Umbrella’s Alexandria branch in Treno County, Beatrix’s primary subject is a newly discovered chemical compound called MIST.

Resident Evil AU for FFIX’s General Beatrix ~ infected by era ~ Directive || Dossier

#◈ ╼ ༺ :| self promo #╼ ༺ :|the curse of gloom and devotion (resident evil)#verse promo.#look as i procrastinate again.#i blame helian.#also.#RE is cool. but i'm no expert.#i'm just having fun with this.#(resi) images.

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rcsetorn · 2 months

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*playing with the vials on her desk*

Though she didn't command him, the tyrant still brought her valuable samples from gods knows where. For whatever reason. With such a voluntary supplier, the scientist generally allowed him to do as he pleased. ...within reason.

She stopped and glared at Dirk's hands as if the mere act of touching the vials were a sin. "Do not break those."

#venomousovereignty #venomousovereignty: dirk #╼ ༺ :|the curse of gloom and devotion (resident evil)#i swear.#you'll be out like a kitten in the rain.

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rcsetorn · 2 months

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*leans down near her face and smiles*

╼ ༺ :|| Naturally tyrants were towering, but she never took too much into consideration how she craned her neck when speaking directly with this one. At least not until he was within mere inches of her face that she could feel the irregular body temperature by narrowed proximity. Blinking slowly with the faintest of grimaces, she watched his lips curl back into a smile and his eyes beneath the hat bear into her own.

She admitted there were a few attractive traits. ...If only he'd allow her to properly study him, then perhaps she could continue hiding behind a scrutinizing eye. But he's made it clear that's not going to occur and only intend to dangerously tease Both her and her curiosity.

Beatrix made no indication she was unnerved or otherwise and lifted a palm expectantly between them.

"Did you bring samples?"

#venomousovereignty #venomousovereignty: dirk #╼ ༺ :|the curse of gloom and devotion (resident evil)#this is strictly business.

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rcsetorn · 2 months

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kisses wrist

╼ ༺ :|| Retrieving the utensil from the tentacle appendage, Dan may as well be put to some use while he remained confined within the lab. Despite whatever sort of experiment he had been part of, her focus remained on inner root microorganisms- her own pet project. It would take some time digging into another facility's research data anyway. Even for her. So long as....Dan, as he's been called remains unaggressive and compliant, his priority fell just lower than this.

And if nothing else, his presence kept her company. But even as neither of them spoke, the scientist could feel his heterochromatic eyes never straying far from her. The quiet clicks of metal and scribbles of notes did their job dispelling the intense watch, but it wasn't until the third or fourth open palm did an instrument not fall into her hand. From her microscope, Beatrix lifted her head with mild confusion.

Taking her hand in his, almost seeming to observe it for a moment, the next action nearly caused a reactionary jerk had he not held her so intently. Gently drawn up to his mouth, she felt a sensation not had in.... months? A year or more? A flush filled her cheeks where Dan's mundane kiss brushed across pale skin. And an inaudible gasp from where she could have sworn she felt a graze of sharp canines.

How long had it been since she'd felt the touch of an actual human rather than pouring over the research and shunning all contact not in relation to revelation. So brief, and the words to stop him refrained parting from her tongue. The lingering of a natural desire kept her in place and submissive for more.

...

And more she shouldn't accept.

Twisting the wrist free, Beatrix rose sharply and strayed across the lab with clipboard in hand. She needed to measure some figures without thinking of the warm a failed experiment brought.

#danthekickingman #╼ ༺ :|the curse of gloom and devotion (resident evil)#stop that.

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rcsetorn · 7 months

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◈ ╼ ༺ :| hand intimacy || @knightfeared |: ༻ ╼ ◈

[ shudder ] – for the sender to shudder a little at some gentle touch from the receiver. ( from Chris )

╼ ༺ :|| Tea remained untouched, and the darkened room offered little comfort despite the present televised hysteria. Red flashing lights and the warning wails of sirens were barely muffled by the reporter's barging alarms of shelter and evacuation as they themselves scrambled for safety. Typically live footage was quickly ushered beneath the rug, she assumed by government persuasions, but a team would slip through during the initial phases before being silenced as not to raise any more mass panic across the country. Seeing the events like this, and not by articles or remnant counter-Umbrella sources, the scientist felt compelled not to turn away.

A shaking buzz had startled her back into the living room where it continued it's echoing vibration a few seconds longer. If only Chris's phone could be dropped down the garbage disposal, if she could just deny the sender's message. Not that she, nor Chris, would actually reject the pleading call. One life vs thousands. That was the difference always being made, but she would gladly take his place if his safety could be assured. Instead she'd send him off to some infested area miles away with only prayers he remains, at the very least, unbitten. It was no wonder he could think her cold and heartless, when she'd not speak anything more than necessities and merely return back into her lab for days on end, pouring over molecules of foreign DNA and their stimuli with questionable reaction agents until his voice calmed the weeks of worry.

Finally plucking up his now quiet phone from the end table, Beatrix arose with the heavy device that the message might promptly be delivered into Chris's hands. With a knock against the door where he'd be getting ready, she waited for his permission before entering, but the knob's turn gave resistance despite her best efforts hiding away her aching heart. She told herself it was fine. He would return. He always did. Maybe scraped, but that's where she could fix him.

…fix him. Hah… If only. Even if this nightmare ended, the damage has already been done.

"There's a new message for you. I thought it best not to wa-"

Those bandages were still there wrapped along his torso, and the doctor's urgency wished to stop him, keep him from re-opening wounds that had not yet fully healed no matter how fine he played off those injuries when she'd first seen them. Perhaps concerned over the text or her sudden halt, Chris adjusted the black shirt over the medical cloth as if they weren't there. And as much as she wished to call him an idiot, or bark orders how those wounds should properly be dressed while he's off by himself, Beatrix's frustrations could not be uttered beyond a twisted, hesitant brow and subtle bite of her cheek.

When she did move, resistance gave way where her arms flew around him, not paying mind to the same wounds prompting the outburst. It surprised her as much as it did him, but her hands clenched tightly into his shirt as if by some desperate desire to protect. How silly this sporadic action must appear, but her chest ached as she fought back tears that he would continue this sacrifice just to be corruption's clean-up. And while she remained safe behind reinforced walls beneath the earth. It felt selfish...

Lips attempted to form an apology or some sort of reasonable excuse, but stronger arms would envelope and return the embrace as if replacing that cloud of doubt hanging atop her shoulders. The weight of his hardened and battered limbs eased away the tension with renewed reassurance, and soon those fists clinging into his cloths would unfurl into a lingering calmed state. Eventually, those same fingers would lightly trail across his back, across those bandages, eliciting a shudder. Heh. Whether a pleasant or nervous reaction, Beatrix's ghostly touched didn't flinch away immediately, but did provide an evident sign this uncharacteristic scene should be delayed no further.

She sighed before finally drawing back with the slightest turn of her head, unable to entirely meet his gaze with her blind eye. The slight bittersweet smile was all that could be seen. It was a slip of her demeanor, but this would be where they would part. The lab was waiting.

#knightfeared #knightfeared: chris #◈ ╼ ༺ :| answered |: ༻ ╼ ◈#╼ ༺ :|the curse of gloom and devotion (resident evil)#◈ ╼ ༺ :| from their graves we aspire; together seeking the sun (chris)#I feel happy to have written something this lengthy.#ahh. sol deserves words.

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rcsetorn · 9 months

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❛ why is this so important to you ? ❜

◈ ╼ ༺ :| questioning minds || @valour-bound |: ༻ ╼ ◈

meme from long ago, but I'm a snail finally tossing you a morsel

╼ ༺ :|| Turning her back on Umbrella would be logical, wouldn't it? After everything they've done, after everything she's contributed to further all the unethical experimentations and taint the global population- even indirectly. What was a company without some manner of corruption, but... But not like this. Humanity fought for survival, and for what. Greed? That wasn't the reason she devoted her life unto, and twisting the lab id around, the famous slogan stared up at her almost devoid of purpose.

Our business is life itself.

Maybe this was just wounded pride with a desperate attempt to hold the bloodied threads of betterment together. If so, her heart ached for it.

Beatrix refused to meet Chris's question directly, her head low and still scrutinizing over the company key card as her fingers ran smoothly across its laminated surface. Rather than swiftly offering some sort of obvious, holy enlightenment, his question hung heavy in the air while she tried formulate an honest to God reason.

"This hospital was built long before the Racoon City incident while the lab below became an addition later on unbeknownst to the public. By that time some of the pharmaceuticals developed on site were used to save the very same lives depending on them from above." Tossing the badge onto the coffee table and leaning back into the sofa, Beatrix ran a hand messily through her tangle of curls. "My own mother included."

Truths came with their tiresome weights and fatigue accompanied admittance. After a moment of settling, she scoffed. Irony at its finest. "It wasn't until years later when I was placed in charge of this facility did I learn of... an unsavory shadow beneath its medical façade. And by malpractice of my predecessors, I discover this shadow is what both prolonged my mother's life and what killed her. Along with many others- patients and researchers alike."

One sacrifice after another between lives lost and her own devotion into understanding that thing's existence rooted her with such a gnarled grasp. Change the company name or re-forge trusting bonds among an all new staff, but Umbrella's power and freedom provided exactly what she craved to develop something beneficial they could use. Until then, it would remain guarded.

"I've since implemented more orthodox practices than utilizing their foolish risks, but but my focus still clings onto the probability that I can properly develop a life-saving serum which could adapt upon pathogenesis. I do believe I can locate an answer here," she confessed.

"...and perhaps I could even end this pandemic my company started. Wouldn't that be something?" Bittersweet as the thought was, Beatrix finally turned her gaze towards Chris with a sorrowful smile finally bearing the burden made known all because she believed in it wholeheartedly. "I'm prepared to give my all to find it."

#valourbound #╼ ༺ :|the curse of gloom and devotion (resident evil)#◈ ╼ ༺ :| answered |: ༻ ╼ ◈#she's tired.

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rcsetorn · 9 months

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@valour-bound just because

╼ ༺ :|| "Done," she announce, and the needle and scissors clinked upon their red speckled metal tray also in confirmation.

Tense as he was, Beatrix had made mental notes assuring Chris after every step. Some little gesture or word signaling her process through a routine check up, or even the more needed medical expertise. A strange little ritual she would never have seen herself perform. Years ago she would have thought it babying an individual, and would otherwise act upon what needed accomplished rather than comfort of a complicated patient. How things changed...

Checks were added onto Chris's medical chart, in full view. She liked to think this amount of transparency as building blocks, but trust was delicate and even one move could shake such a simple foundation. Perhaps he was more difficult to win over than others within the hospital, but healing required patience.

Fishing a fresh roll of gauze from a nearby drawer, the doctor began unraveling and explaining once gain. "The suture will dissolve in roughly two weeks- so long as you don't get carried away with stressing the wound. Clean it with soap and water after a day or two. Do not use alcohol or peroxide." Standard instructions before binding the wound tight, along with an additional murmur to herself. Something about wishing she could monitor it herself. (And probably every other treatment she had to carry out.)

As a doctor, she didn't like how he would often return more beat up than the last. Canting her head aside where the bangs fell aside, it bared a troubled brow- the only personal misgiving despite the professional demeanor. She worried, yes.

Deflecting that worry, Beatrix shifted and turned a more progressive thought. "Next time you're allotted a fair amount of R&R, you should consider stopping by and donating blood. It's merely a recommendation, of course. Type O is the most universal, but you've certainly got plenty of others depending on you already."

#valourbound #╼ ༺ :|the curse of gloom and devotion (resident evil)#staying professional.#unfortunately.

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rcsetorn · 11 months

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Verses...

The following are crossover verses and AUs available beyond Beatrix's default FFIX. These are subject to update and grow over time, with more verses to be added in the future.

If you are interested in any of them, or have questions, let me know.

A SOLDIER with sworn ties serving Shinra and protecting the people of Midgar. But even after the planet has been saved from Sephiroth's meteor, Beatrix devotes herself searching the ruins of Midgar for a cure to Geostigma.

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tagged: ╼ ༺ :|holding on behind these blazing eyes (ffvii)

Alexandria has been annexed into Archadia, and at the Queen's behest unto the Imperial Court, General Beatrix was nominated and appointed as Judge to serve and quell her kingdom's troubled hearts.

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tagged: ╼ ༺ :|wearing steel; another dog of doom howls (ffxii)

Former Guardian Corp turned Pulse l'Cie before just before the Purge. Completing her Focus at a terrible time, Beatrix crystalizes inside an ark only to awaken 500 years AF. Can later be found in Yusnaan's luxuries.

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tagged: ╼ ༺ :|traveler of time and lifting grace (ffxiii)

As soldier summoned into the unknown realm, she knows not which god called her forth. What memories remain will decide if the General is friend or foe.

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tagged: ╼ ༺ :|dreaming until we at last rise again (dissidia)

A rogue Nobody in a white coat hunted down by the Organization. Beatrix finds no desire to seek a heart, but rather traverses to different worlds without ties or purpose. Wielding a sword and gauntlet, her power is over that of metal.

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tagged: ╼ ༺ :|stairway on the whispering wind (kingdom hearts)

Her role as a hospital doctor has always been the public knowledge, however Beatrix Ronelle is also a respectable Umbrella bioanalyst experimenting with her own pet project. Unfortunately it is the Raccoon City incident which pushes the boundaries of secrecy and a change in priorities.

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tagged: ╼ ༺ :|the curse of gloom and devotion (resident evil)

Another of Mother Miranda's experiments believed corpse. After discarded, Heisenberg brings her body back for his own experiments until it's discovered Beatrix survived the Cadou.

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tagged: ╼ ༺ :|lost in the deepness; I am who I am (resident evil 8)

Transported from Gaia to the planet Ondes by the will of the Machinated Tree, General Beatrix must learn to live in her displaced state while seeking a way to return home.

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tagged: ╼ ༺ :|light of the gloom on the grey (ondes)

Due to an incident of dragonoph, or dragon worshiping, Beatrix has been served as a vessel for one of the extinct beasts. Through the struggles to control her draconic powers, she becomes a hunter for hire against monsters.

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tagged: ╼ ༺ :|autumn moonlight from darkest depths