#muse: jill valentine

[outbreaksurvived]

Like for a starter from Jill.

#out of ammunition #wanting to start something with her #muse: jill valentine #resident evil rp #horror rp

[oathofpromises]

We're a team, right? A family. No matter what happens, that is stronger than what ever they can throw at us.

Featuring:@oathofpromises,@valour-bound,@heavenmcde,@destallo

#— ❛❛ // CHRIS REDFIELD ¦I hope you know That you're my home ・ 「 valour-boun #— ❛❛ // CLAIRE REDFIELD ¦You make it look easy even when I'm hard to love・ 「 heavenmcde」 #— ❛❛ // LEON SCOTT KENNEDY ¦ You are my light in the darkness ・ 「 destallo」 #— ❛❛ // JILL VALENTINE ¦The ashes of Raccoon City would be Umbrella's ashes too.・ 「 Musings」 #— ❛❛ // REFLECTIONS IN THE CRYSTAL ¦ Stella Graphics・ #not free to use #don't repost #Made a small thing for you all;; hope you like it took me a bit because I had to wait for Jill's pv trailer to release today

[curiosityshop]

"Now, the question we hafta ask ourselves, Jill," the lieutenant begins, gesticulating with his cigar with one hand and using the other to stroke Dog's floppy, wrinkly head, eyes fixed on @mystalwartheart . "The main thing we hafta figure out is: what she was doin' there in the first place?" // starter call!

#ic. #mystalwartheart #frank columbo [muse.] #jill valentine tbt. #[ooc] late nights at the lapd be like: #[ooc] i was gonna write this for you anyway BUT. you liked the call and i couldn't resist #[ooc] (also no icon because i'm lazy)

[legaciestold]

thread: the prismya incident tuesday, july 25th-friday july 28th, 2006 @everythingheard (chris)

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tuesday, july 25, 2006 | around 4:38am (stateside local) mild rain, gray morning skies, humid

when jill had half-awoken to the phone ringing on the nightstand in the middle of the night, the woman had allowed a groan to emit from her lips, burying herself further into the blankets she'd already managed to hog. nevermind the fact it was fairly hot in the room-- she'd been one of those people that pumped the air and wanted two sheets and a down quilt even in the height of summer. however, jill had made due with a heavy blanket and chris. she mused more than once that it was an acceptable trade. chris always had felt warm and safe, understanding of those nights she dreamed of tyrants and hunters and everything in-between. understanding of why she had a gun under her pillow even all these years later because they both kept weapons at the ready.

always vigilant. always strong and prepared. but also always accepting of the other.

they hadn't needed to voice these things, they just were. it was natural. they could feel safe from all the horror that was outside the walls of their home, that was on every mission they conducted for the bsaa, because when it was them, it was them.

safe. comfortable. understanding.

jill expects to feel his arms around her after a few minutes, him either telling her that she could stay in her cocoon or that he was going to have to drag her out of bed because they were being called in. when neither happens after a full minute or two and instead she begins to hear the tone of his voice shift, she opens her eyes so that they focus on the clock before she shifts, moving into a sitting position as the covers slide to her waist and she looks at him, a phone attached to his ear. the look she sees sends a chill down her spine and bursts forth such an influx of chaotic memories that she has to take a steadying breath. then she's moving, starting to pull out clothes from the closet and dressers. she doesn't have to ask what kind. she knows. they were going in, they'd be changing into their official gear once they got there.

she only catches bits and pieces of one side of the conversation but it's enough to make her pause when claire's name comes up and it's as if she's back eight years prior. tension in the air, threats abound. racoon city. nemesis. trent sending them on wild missions. claire taken by umbrella. does leon know? jill's always wondered about that. claire and leon. sometimes she wondered if it'd take them another eight years before they realized what they already were. she shakes the thought away when chris hangs up. what he tells her shakes her to the core because it's something new.

it's something terrifying. it's something so much more than bioweapons created by humans. it shakes the fabric of everything she's ever believed to be true.

because it means that monsters, real monsters are real. not just the zombies umbrella or any of the others buying off the black market were creating. it meant true horror was being mixed with existing man-made horror. and with the horrific things she had already been witness to, jill wasn't sure she could even fathom the scope of what this would mean. of what she might see.

and claire..

claire was in the middle of it. where the fuck did this agency get off waiting to tell them she was missing? waiting to tell chris because of some bureaucratic bullshit about clearance? he was claire's brother. and when the hell did claire leave terrasave? jill liked to think her and claire were pretty close but her and chris had had constant missions the last few months and claire had been reeling from whatever had happened between her and leon that jill could never get a straight answer about. maybe they'd all been a little caught up in their own worlds lately.

now they might all pay the price for it.

there's a number of briefings that take place, quickly, somewhat rushed at headquarters. jill and chris' aren't part of the one that the others are. instead the conversation that started on the phone is completed in an office as soon as they gear up. the other bsaa agent's that are going with them have a group briefing and all of them are required to sign nda's that were more detailed than the standard 'don't talk about the details of work outside of work' deal. jill doesn't like it but she can't let herself care about that right now. not when god knew what was happening to claire and she had to focus on chris. on helping him find her. on making sure they kept focus and didn't let their emotions cloud their path.

everyone leaving on the transport is aware of the nature of what they could be walking into even if fathoming it beyond what they'd seen in a dracula movie was difficult. it was hard to know what they might land into, no one knew what this new virus could do. what mixing horrors would birth. but jill and chris know a bit more, have a bigger mission. establish the ground forces, take their alpha team to stop the release of something worse. find claire. find mara. find information about a vaccine if there was one. apparently mara might have knowledge of it.

mara.

jill had thought more than once that the universe had a strange sense of humor in how many coincidences it'd thrown at her over the years. it'd even been almost amusing when her and leon had actually seen each other as adults that day in paris and not just a few words on the phone as they all attempted to form plans against umbrella. however, jill was getting pretty tired of the universe's shit right now. claire was missing, being experimented on and now leon's fucking cousin was in the middle of it too. it meant emotions were going to be high with all the key players in this mission because leon was going to meet them on the ground. his mission priority was apparently going to be finding claire and mara. their mission was that but more multi-faceted.

get some form of control over the ground. find and stop who wanted to release more of the virus. that likely would be one and the same with finding claire and mara as they seemed to be being held by the same people.

but jill knew from experience that this was going to be a hell of a lot more complicated once they hit the ground running. and she could still hear claire on that video her and chris had been shown even hours later when they are still in the air, most of the teams in the other part of the transport and jill finding chris in one of the only isolated spots of the plane.

"we're going to find her, chris." she states, moving to stand next to him and letting her hand find the side of his face. a comforting gesture but also one to focus him. focus him on her words, on her faith in him, them. they weren't big on pda around other agents. their business wasn't other people's and no matter how much they trusted the people they went on missions with there was always something of themselves they kept back with so much betrayal abound in recent years. the other agents weren't becca or barry. they weren't like family to them. they hadn't been through what they had together. but this moment, at least for a few minutes was just them.

"she'll be okay. she's strong. you know that. and you know as well as i do that leon isn't going to stop until he finds her and mara either. the rest.. whatever we're going to deal with on the ground, we'll get through like we always do. all of us are going to get through this. we always do."

#everythingheard #muse; jill valentine #v; bprd: biohazard timeline

[myristicisms]

@dcyseeker | Carlos Oliveira says;

" hey supercop , missed me ~? "

Icy blue eyes flick upwards, landing atop the very familiar and very handsome features of her companion; Despite the attempt at a scowl for being interrupted, Jill can't help but to smile at him and laugh. He always did have a way of lightening her tense moods, paperwork being a pain in her ass as always leaving her beyond irate towards anyone other than the man standing in front of her. “ Like the plague. ” She jokes, slowly setting down the paper she had been mulling over for far too long in favor of standing up.

She stretches slightly, sighs softly at the popping of her back before long legs bring her to standing right in front of the man, a curious smirk sat atop her features. “ To what do I owe the pleasure of a visit from such a busy man like yourself? " She hopes he's here to actually visit, knows Carlos isn't the type to dump more work onto her and even then she's come to grow apprehensive towards guests in her space; Maybe it'll be a nice dinner date? One could dream.

#muse;; jill valentine #dcyseeker | carlos oliveira #dcyseeker #• answered ic! #interaction continued? #short and sweet

[castshed]

take your time with this. it must be very hard on you. / for jill | VULNERABLE CONFESSIONS

" i don't need time. i just need to get back out there. @rescuefield "

#rescuefield #「 𒆨 ⸺ ; INTERACTIONS; CLAIRE REDFIELD . 〕 #「 𒆨 ⸺ ; MUSE; JILL VALENTINE . 〕 #i'm sitting here thinking on how to answer this #& my brain go brrrr #this is all i got lol #so i hope this is enough

[adversityfought-a]

-`ˏ    @starcop​​  |   JILL VALENTINE   ˎ´-

→    gently runs fingers over stubble. ' That's kind of sexy.'

He grins, smile wide  &  beaming, more than a little cheeky at the feeling of her hand brushing along his chin, along his jaw.

❝ So my unshaved face is sexy is it? I'll be sure to keep that in mind for the future. ❞

Arching a brow at Jill, eyes narrowing to a playfully knowing squint, he can't help but tease back with a laugh.

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#-`ˏ ★ ˎ´- ─ ANSWERED IC. #-`ˏ ★ ˎ´- ─ INTERACTIONS. #starcop #*JILL VALENTINE. #/ I HAD TO ANSWER SOON AS I GOT IT CAUSE MUSE WENT AHAHAH

[torncast-a]

Claire just leans her body sideways until her shoulder touches Jill. Hand slides until fingers are sliding through Jill's. Blue eyes close. "We really need to take a vacation." A pause. "And make sure Chris comes along."

𝑱𝑰𝑳𝑳 𝑽𝑨𝑳𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑬          " We'll have to drag him. As much as he says he needs one, you know he'll never actually do it. " It was definitely a new concept; the two of them, but Jill was getting used to it. Though slightly calloused from years of marksmanship & intricate lockpicking, fingers interlocked with the others'. " Where the hell would we even go, anyways? "

#torntruth #「 𒆨 ⸺ ; ANSWERED 〕 #「 𒆨 ⸺ ; MUSE; JILL VALENTINE 〕 #「 𒆨 ⸺ ; JILL & CLAIRE; 𝑹𝑬𝑫 𝑽𝑨𝑳𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑬 〕

[outbreaksurvived]

I love Death Island.

There's the snappy answer from Leon, and the honest answer from Claire to Dylan Blake trying to tear the entire team down verbally, pointing out their flaws.

Leon: Yeah, it's a living

Claire: Nothing wrong with trying to help!

And there's Jill's anwer.

Jill:

"No Frills" Jill Valentine

#out of ammunition #resident evil #resident evil death island #i legitimately liked it #despite Claire and Jill not having aged since 1998 #to be fair Claire looks older in Revelations 2 and this is 5 years after #muse: jill valentine

[oathofpromises]

No one's blaming Jill for that…

#— ❛❛ // CHRIS REDFIELD ¦I hope you know That you're my home ・ 「 valour-bound」 #— ❛❛ // JILL VALENTINE & CHRIS REDFIELD ¦DYNAMIC・ 「Sun always seems to wash our fears away」 #— ❛❛ // JILL VALENTINE ¦The ashes of Raccoon City would be Umbrella's ashes too.・ 「 Musings」 #— ❛❛ // REFLECTIONS IN THE CRYSTAL ¦ Stella Graphics・ #ooc: I am sad they reused Jill Re3 Remake model but..wanted make something for these two ;w;

[legaciestold]

somewhere in paris december 27th, 1998 mid-evening by the look of the sky. cloudy. heavy traffic on the streets. @everythingheard (leon)

there's a variety of factors which causes vexation to vibrate within jill's very cells. such is only compounded by the events which have played out within the last thirty-two minutes since her arrival at the apartment. she'd navigated to the building easily, of course. finding the safe house with the kind of ease that spoke to previous dealings in the area. (for while jill had been raised in the states, her mother had long past abandoned them and her father had been french-born and they'd visited often; a lot of his clients had been from there for it had been where he'd first made his name before he'd expanded across continents. as such jill had known these streets like the back of her hand, it made for quicker get-a-ways when needed.) that hadn't been the issue. the problem had laid in the fact that barry and leon had waited to move locations, packing up the last of their supplies while the other two ex-stars she hadn't much knowledge of had headed out first to secure the other safe house on the outskirts of the city. they'd waited for her because there had been no method of secure communication to reveal the change when she'd been in-route from austria. jill knew claire was missing yet claire had also been missing in action in umbrella's custody for over ten days with little information known the last time jill had been in contact with any of their group.

though....

based on the phone calls they had shared over that time, it appeared leon had proved a decent hacker, enough to get her the info she needed to get what she'd gone to austria for and get out, even if it hadn't been information on claire. that said, once jill had arrived, she'd been informed that claire's sudden communication the night before had revealed umbrella had figured out at least some of them were in the city. it was unknown if they knew where exactly, but moving to a new safe house had been the logical next step. apparently chris had thought so too, before he'd left on his own to find claire.

which was another point which made jill uneasy and had caused her to offer barry a displeased look that had him raising his hands at her in defense. they'd let chris go by himself with no back up. a part of jill understood that when chris had his mind set on something he wasn't going to change it-- the older redfield wouldn't have given them a choice and would have laid out valid reasons for his decision-- and she figured he knew what his thought process was too. it still frustrated her, even if she'd sighed and offered a comment toward barry that she understood a moment after. he'd patted her shoulder and told them to gather the last few bags and he'd pull the van around that they'd secured under a false name.

that'd led to her and leon remaining in a half-empty apartment, checking to make sure all traces of their umbrella resistance were wiped from the flat. it'd also led to a series of half-quizzical looks, as if one was trying to recall something half-forgotten. she'd wondered when he'd put it together since the moment she'd heard his name on the phone. she supposed the universe had a sense of humor. a kind of 'of all the gin joints in the world' moment. if she was honest, jill didn't think she'd even have recalled him at all, if what happened a month after that weird weekend two kids had played while their criminal parents worked together hadn't happened. as it stood an entire criminal syndicate wiped out by persons unknown made the news. it created a lasting memory. or maybe it'd been his goofy smile and kindness that he'd so out of place in that world.

yeah, maybe it'd been it.

she hadn't known he'd survived. she supposed that'd been kept out of the papers for the kid's protection. yet, as random as it was all these years later, hearing chris say his name as being a raccoon survivor and with his sister and john, becca, and david had made her actually crack a smile. sure there could have been others with the same name. but the universe had a funny way of throwing coincidences at them as of late and she'd known it was him. she just had. it was only confirmed for sure when she'd locked eyes with him and seen the way his hair fell over his eyes. so many years later and he still had that same hair cut and hopeful expression. she was glad raccoon hadn't taken it from him. at least not yet. she hadn't voiced anything about it yet though.

all that was to say, it led to the present predicament they'd found themselves in. a loud noise outside drawing attention to the fact multiple men with military gaits were entering the building, seen from the window above. she had the feeling, based on the amount of time since the first sound which had undoubtedly been caused by barry that it was entirely possible more than the two men had already entered the building. hand meets her side, pulls out a small wrapped bundle with one hand as she opens the door with the other, placing the bundle in leon's hands.

"tell me there's a neighbor that works the night shift on this floor. preferably on the west side of the hall." she begins, knowing that they'd have made a habit out of knowing the patterns of those around their safe house. it was the tactically sound thing to do. further, if they could make it into a flat in the chosen direction, they should be able to cross onto the roof of the next building which was a level shorter than this one and make escape through there with them none the wiser they'd still been there and they hadn't just 'missed them'.

"make use of those skills i graciously taught you and get us inside without breaking the door. i'll delay those umbrella goons. okay?"

speak now if you've forgotten, leon.

it better be people from umbrella and not some police agency. none of them wanted to engage with officers just trying to do their job and wholly unknowing of the truth of the matter. that jill and the others weren't the bad guys. they were trying to expose the bad guys and just so happened to be put on a fugitive list by a bunch of corrupt shitheads that spent their free time directing people to make bioweapons or paying off people to look the other way. that sounded just as crazy as when she'd attempted to tell some of the officers once things started to go to hell in raccoon that they needed to go out and put a bullet in the head of all those groaning people, their friends, maybe their families because they weren't them anymore. (by the time any of the officers came to really understand the truth it had been too late for them. most of them she hadn't really gotten to know well but she hoped marvin had at least died himself and not turned. she'd always been fond of him.)

jill doesn't explain how she's going to do this, taking her weapon out as he opened the bundle to reveal a lock picking set. 'always be prepared jilly', her father used to tell her. also, always map out an exit before you enter or as soon as you're able. both were proving to come in handy. disappearing down the hallway, all that's heard a few minutes later is the crash of a buggy on the stairs and the spilling of the contents of a bag. it wouldn't pause them long, seconds really, but it should be enough, especially with the exclamations of the person on the floor below's landing who appeared to think a baby was actually inside the buggy and not it being empty sans a doll. jill was just happy the person at the end of the hall had seemed to make a habit of leaving certain items outside the door because it was by the landing and had room for it. moving quickly back down the hallway, she meets him at the door as the door opens.

"glad to see you have decent memory. sneaking into a lot of places you weren't supposed to be, huh leon?" it's a light-hearted tease meant to cut the very serious tension of the moment, them moving inside just before the men reach the landing down the hallway. "we wait until they break into the other flat, then move for the window." she whispers, motioning for them to move away from the door quietly.

#apparently i can not write short to save my life with these characters but also a lot of it was set up so like totally dont have to match #length and obviously placing this during code v #everythingheard #muse; jill valentine #totally had to include our headcanon too and get to see the brotp at work! #v; bprd: biohazard timeline

[myristicisms]

@mercenario | Carlos Oliveira says;;

❝ You'd think I'd let you go without seeing me for too long, cariño~ ❞

Soft laughter rings through their shared home, pale hands gently resting against the larger ones that held her in place. A smile graces her tired features, head tilting slightly to catch gentle brown eyes with her usual piercing blue gaze. Oh how she missed the man before her in ways that would never be spoken because Jill had no words to express just how much she'd yearned to be in Carlos's arms once again. For a moment she can't help but to remember something he'd told her back in Raccoon about not leaving her in a Carlosless world and a new fondness settles into her rapidly beating heart.

Even after all the time they'd spent together he still managed to make her feel like a giddy child with a crush without even trying, and that in of itself was something that left her even more fond of the man. “ I'd never entertain even thinking you'd be away from me too long, you're a man of your word after all and you promised you wouldn't leave me in a cruel world without you. ”

Amusement was so clearly present in her voice, bringing one hand up to gently cup the side of his face before lovingly stroking his cheek with her thumb, she begins to speak again. " Welcome home handsome, hope you didn't miss me too much on your travels because I haven't made dinner yet and I'm starving. ”

#muse;; jill valentine #• answered ic! #interaction continued? #carlos o. | mercenario #short and sweet #//Jill misses her boyfriend she can't help herself

[castshed]

— “don’t you dare pick me up, you hear? don’t even try i- hey!!” for the bestie jill (because my jill is a giant. xD)

" don't be such a baby, redfield. i'm just seeing what i can do. "

#biosurvive #「 𒆨 ⸺ ; MUSE; JILL VALENTINE . 〕 #「 𒆨 ⸺ ; INTERACTIONS; CHRIS REDFIELD . 〕 #ONLY TOOK ME ALL DAY #FOR A ONE-LINER XD #she's also totally seeing what she can do #being so heckin tall

[knightfeared]

◆  @heavenmcde​​  |   JILL VALENTINE   →    

❝ “I just want to know what happened.” | jill @ leon ❞

╰（ INBOX CLEARING 📨 ）

HE COULD BRUSH HER OFF. COULD JUST IGNORE HER & CONTINUE HIS DRINKING IN STRAINED PEACE.

But as with all his luck, things had a tendency to not go according to plan with him. Whether he'd done something to piss off someone in his past life or fucked up to warrant this level of bitchy karma, he couldn't say, but accustomed to being interrupted when he'd preferred to be left to his own devices, the man turns to catch on the woman's sights.

He knows who she is. Jill Valentine, famous survivor of Raccoon City, the Arklay mountains incident  &  an almost impressive if not pitiable amount of other shit-shows survived under Umbrella's hand. In a way, he can relate.

The trauma undergone through just trying to do your mission, trying to help alleviate the threat to others. Sometimes even when he'd been tossed into these things with no real drive or want, he'd still found himself under some asshole's thumb, some megalomaniac asshole thinking he had the balls to rule the world through bioterrorism.

What a joke.

Sighing as he lowers his drink, the clatter it makes is silent as it's gently pushed off to the side, turning to better face the woman with the bit of respect he does have for her. Though he doesn't know her personally, this being a poor first meeting itself  -  he'd behave. Be nice.

                                                  ❝   — The worlds not ending again, is it? Cause if it is, don't think I can go for a round two after New York. ❞

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#Muse: [ Leon S. Kennedy ] #◆ ━━ Answered IC #◆ ━━ Interactions #◆ ━━ Short and Sweet | Quick Replies #Heavenmcde #「 ❝ Divinely woven ; Traded tales and shared journeys await ❞ 」 . 「 Heavenmcde 」 #*JILL VALENTINE.