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¿Qué opinas del modelo de Alexia en RE Darkside Chronicles? --------- What do you think about Alexia in RE DC?

OOC: no estoy seguro de que la pregunta a responder, por una corazonada Le metí el texto en español en Google Translate y regresé “¿Qué piensa usted de la modelo en el RE Darkside Crónicas Alexia?”
Como un personaje de Darkside yo realmente no me gusta Alexia en absoluto. Ella es demasiado pueril, ella parece no tener en cuenta su propia seguridad (un resbalón durante uno de sus movimientos acrobáticos en su lucha y que había tomado una gran caída en un pozo). Ella hace algo a Alfred que sólo tenía me sacudía la cabeza mientras que en realidad no era necesario. En todas. En CÓDIGO ella sostiene Alfred cerca cuando muera y le canta una canción de cuna. Opuesta completa en Darkside.

Modelo sabio, estoy un poco dividida. Modelo DC de Alexia es mucho más detallado que el código fue, pero luego los gráficos del CODE tener esta extraña clase de encanto anticuado. En su propio motor, se ven bien. Mover a otro lugar como xnalara y acabas con ellos el aspecto de muñecas de ojos de cristal. Creo que a fin de cuentas, prefiero el modelo de código porque Alexia se encuentra con una belleza mucho más maduro que en Darkside.

ooc:  not sure which question to answer, on a hunch I rammed the Spanish text into Google Translate and it came back “What do you think of the model in RE Darkside Chronicles Alexia?”

As a character in Darkside I really don’t like Alexia at all.  She’s overly childish, she seems to have no regard for her own safety (one slip during one of her acrobatic moves in her fight and she’d have taken a big drop down a shaft).  She does something to Alfred that just had me shaking my head as that really wasn’t needed.  At all.  In CODE she holds Alfred close when he dies and sings him a lullaby.  Complete opposite in Darkside.

Model wise, I’m kinda split.  Alexia’s DC model is A LOT more detailed than CODE was, But then CODE’s graphics have this odd sort of dated charm.  In their own engine, they look okay.  Move them somewhere else like xnalara and you end up with them looking like glass eyed dolls.  I think on balance I prefer CODE’s model because Alexia comes across with a much more mature beauty than in Darkside.

translated from English using Google Translate

Replace one of the words in a video game title with “fuck”

vermillionspy:

nightmareprodigy:

delsinsfire:

crisssaegrim:

rahgot:

shockeyjockey:

wedontgivethatup:

haythamkenwaysbooty:

the-illusion-of-sanity:

watsonmd:

the-illusion-of-sanity:

gaaaaaaaaaambit:

l3ucky:

leftforbed:

The walking fuck

The fucking dead

Fuck Dogs

the fuck among us

Skyrim: The Elder’s Fuck

Assassin’s Assassins Fuck

The Last Fuck Us

Heavy Fuck

Beyond: Two fucks

Saints Row: The fuck

Mass Fuck

Bioshock Infinite: Fuck at Sea

Devil May Fuck

Castlevania Lords of Fuck

Infamous Second Fuck

Silent Fuck

Super Fuck Bros.

Fuck Party 1-10

Fuck Wars: The Force Unleashed

System Fuck

Resident Evil Fuck Veronica

Batman: Arkham Fuck

James Bond: Fuck Under Fire

(Source: a-rainy-day-daydream)

Ashfords at Large

the-director-is-in:

Gathering her things swiftly, she shouldered her ever present messenger bag and a few other items.  The sound of the door opening and the pressure stabilizing in the cabin reached her and she sighed.

For once could something go off right without a bunch of added chaos?  Well, that was obviously asking too much.

The jet wasn’t large and it didn’t take but a handful of steps to reach the now open door.  Obviously someone was standing there because Jill greeted them by name.  A low murmured conversation before she stepped back and allowed someone to enter.

He was tall, taller than even her husband, his olive skin dark.  Dark hair was cut short and his movements were obviously military.  Patch on his arm identified him as BSAA.

"Careful with the mouse," Jill warned before he made it to the back of the plane.  "Agent Diakos will help you with your things.  Come with me please."

Alfred greeted the newcomer with a respectful nod, grateful that his arrival meant he wouldn’t have time to continue the argument with Alexia.  Watching Alexia carefully hand Agent Diakos her bag and Sneeze’s cage, bag first with the strap going onto Agent Diakos’ shoulder.  Alfred knew the only reason Alexia had done that with her laptop still in the bag was because Ingrid had helped her beef up security on it since the hacking incident.  Now you needed two factor authentication to unlock the machine, a passcode and an encryption key Alexia kept on a thumb drive with her keys.  If someone attempted to use Alexia’s passcode without the encryption key, or used the wrong passcode with the encryption key three times in a row the computer was programmed to wipe the hard drive.  It would also do so if Alexia didn’t log in for a month.  She’d last logged in the previous night so that wasn’t going to be much of an issue yet.

Alfred followed Alexia off the plane, down the steps onto the tarmac where a khaki jeep with BSAA stenciled on in large black letters stood parked and waiting for them, all the doors open.  Following Jill’s lead, Alexia climbed into the back and Alfred followed behind.  Agent Diakos stored their things in the back of the jeep before climbing into the driver’s seat and driving smoothly off the tarmac and onto the road.

A single glance told Alfred that Alexia would be in no mood to continue their discussion.  She was staring hard at the window, her right elbow on the door, hand supporting her chin.  Alfred wondered what was going through her mind.

Just for the Weekend

hxnnigan:

meet-the-ashford-twins:

Alfred smiled as Skadi wolfed down the entire bag of jerky before walking calmly to the car, climbing onto the back seat and curling up on the back seat.  Alfred wondered how long it would take for Skadi to fall asleep.

Sitting down in the passenger seat and buckling himself in, Alfred looked over to Ingrid.  ”Ready.” Alfred answered with a smile.  As Ingrid drove onto the highway again Alfred looked behind him at Skadi.

"She’s beautiful.  How long have you had her?" Alfred asked as Skadi yawned and then put her head down on the blanket and looked at Alfred with tired eyes.  He didn’t think it would take her long to fall asleep again.  Alfred wondered how Alexia was getting on with Ingrid’s cat, hopefully she’d be curled up on the couch with a book and not working in the lab.  Alexia needed a break as much as Alfred did.  Looking at the road ahead, Alfred wondered what Ingrid’s parent’s house was like.

     ”Oh— going on six months now? Maybe seven. And thank you.” Ingrid tried to think back on it, but in all honesty, she couldn’t remember exactly when Leon had dropped the dog off. “Leon had left her in my house while I was at work. He knows the code for the lock in case he ever needed a place to stay. I got home from work and there was a note on my door and a dog in my house.”

  She scoffed.

     ”So like him. He didn’t even ask first. I told him time and time again that I barely had enough time to take care of A, cats are leaps and bounds more independent than dogs. A is happy as long as I keep his food and water dish full and occasionally go on the hunt for his toys when he knocks them too far behind a large piece of furniture for him to reach.”

  Setting the cruise control again, she let her foot of the gas and settled in. Reaching down, she pulled her water bottle up and opened it, take a few small swigs before setting it back in the cup holder. Music still played quietly from the radio, though at that particular moment it was a commercial. 

     ”For awhile… I was considering giving her away. I know a few people from my department have kids, you know, and kids love dogs. I had a lot of dogs growing up. My dad had two hunting dogs. Rusty and Penny. They were American Short-hairs. Those dogs were inseparable. Wherever one went, the other followed. When Penny got pregnant, Rusty refused to leave her side, wouldn’t even go with my dad when he went out hunting.

     ”They had a huge litter. I think it was eight in all. My mom gave away most of them, but int he end we kept three. Those three were good dogs as well. Then my dad’s friends asked to breed one of the female puppies with his German Short-hair. As part of the deal, we kept half the puppies, which was another four.

     ”They added up, but since we live on a huge patch of land, they made amazing watch dogs. No one ever made it into the orchard to steal any of our fruit.” She thought on it a moment. “I think there is only four now. My mom said that my father wants to breed more, but she isn’t so sure. I don’t even know which ones are still there.”

Alfred smiled as Ingrid told the story of her childhood dogs.  Most of the dogs he’d seen when he was young were guard dogs.

"Sounds like a fun childhood." Alfred remarked, visualising what it would be like to be a child growing up with an orchard and dogs.  Considering Ingrid had been kind enough to share a childhood memory, Alfred figured he should do the same.

"Only dogs I saw growing up were doberman’s.  I think it was some kind of company policy then that all guard dogs had to be dobermans.  One winter one of the dogs got pregnant.  A guard let me go in the guardhouse to see the puppies.  There were nine of them.  The mom was lying in the guardhouse by the fire, curled up on an old blanket with eight of her puppies huddled up next to her.  She looked so happy."

Alfred drifted off as he remembered how much of a pompous brat he’d been back then.  Pompous, naive brat.  ”The ninth puppy was the runt of the litter.  The mother had already tried to kill her so the guards kept her separate.  They let me care for her.  I named her Lexie.”  It wouldn’t take much of Ingrid’s enormous brainpower to figure out how Alfred had come up with that name for the puppy.  ”She was a good dog.  Very affectionate.  She died a few years before…”  Alfred left off ‘I died’ from the end of his sentence.  It seemed unneeded.  ”Sorry, I shouldn’t have rambled on like that.”

Ashfords at Large

the-director-is-in:

meet-the-ashford-twins:

Alfred just stared at Alexia, barely believing she could be that cold.  After everything they’d been through, both on their own and together, she was still making the exact same mistakes.  Once Jill was out of earshot and on her phone, Alfred glared at Alexia.

"What are you doing?" Alfred demanded, keeping his voice low so as not to attract attention.

"What does it look like I’m doing?  I’m trying to protect you."

"It looks like you’re trying to send me away again." Alfred spat back.  It had been hard enough the first time, when he was ten.

"For your own protection.  Unless you haven’t noticed we’re probably heading into a warzone."

"You think I like the idea of being sat behind a desk whilst you could be dying in a ditch?" Alfred snarled, knowing that if the positions had been reversed, if he’d spoken first and not Alexia he’d have done the exact same thing.

"I’m not as easy to kill as you are, remember?"

"What happens when they decide that actually a bioweapon working for them isn’t such a hot idea after all?" Alfred said, knowing that Alexia had a point.  If she got bitten by a zombie, so long as it was infected with something containing the tyrant virus, the worst that would happen would be she’d be in a hospital sickbed for a while.  If it was him, there was really only one outcome.  The morgue.

"Because they’re not just getting me as a bludgeon to batter BOWs with, they probably want a cure as much as I do if not more."

Alfred knew it was a losing battle.  Once Alexia had it in her mind to do something nothing would change her mind.  He’d tried once before, the aftermath to that discussion plain for those who knew their pasts to see.

"Then why not take me with you?  They probably need people to handle office stuff as much as the DSO." Alfred said, knowing the battle of wills was already lost.  Alexia wasn’t going to back down.

"Because if you’re in the DSO, maybe Hunnigan could protect you."  Alexia made it sound so simple.

"And who’s protecting me if Hunnigan gets arrested?  You know, for harbouring a known war criminal?"

"Manuela."

"There is no way I am ever going to be going back there Alexia, bad plan." Alfred said, punctuating each word so it struck home.  Manuela may have made a lot of very positive changes, but to Alfred there was only one thing Rockfort Island could ever be, a reminder of his mistakes.

"Well hopefully it won’t come to that."

As the seatbelt sign came back on Alfred looked away from Alexia, resigned to the fact that she had clearly made her mind up.  Alfred would have an easier time fighting a tyrant armed only with a kitchen knife than he would if he tried to change her mind.  Alfred glanced over at Jill, who seemed to be putting on a calm demeanor for what was a stressful event.

Landing gear ground into place as she latched her seat belt.  They’d be on the ground shortly.  Right now she wasn’t entirely sure how she could handle the situation.  Alexia was possibly a danger and her Agents wouldn’t know how to deal with her except by force if anything happened.  Right now she didn’t think it would, but being in the business this long taught her to not reply on luck for things to go right.

She also had no way of knowing who the DSO sent.  If it were Kennedy, life would be a little easier.  If not, well, whoever was there probably wasn’t going to like her very much.

Redfield could live with that.

More attacks on US soil.  This is getting more and more frequent.  It needed to stop.

Jill scrubbed her face with her hands.  Old.  That’s how she felt lately, just old.

Tires bumped against the runway and she waited for them to taxi to their required destination.  Hopefully their ride was there already.

Alexia put her seatbelt on in silence, thinking about what Alfred had said.  As much as she had made that decision to protect Alfred, she wasn’t blind to the fact that it was also a smack in the face for him.  Alexia knew a lot of Alfred’s past issues stemmed from being abandoned at such a young age.  They’d killed their father together, then Alexia had just left him to his fate.  Even if what she was doing was the right decision, it was also reopening old wounds.

Alexia wondered what would happen when they touched down.  She knew that really, if she wanted that sort of information, she should be asking Jill.  But Jill looked like she was busy dealing with the crisis at hand, not the best time to ask what would probably sound like really stupid questions.

Alexia lapsed back into her usual method of thinking over something.  Visualise the worst case scenario and the best case scenario.  Best case scenario, the plane touches down, a BSAA agent who has no idea of the Ashford’s history meets them and gets them away from the biohazard.  Worst case scenario, the plane touches down, Chris Redfield shows up and then Alexia would have to go through the biohazard area with him.

Alexia didn’t think either were very likely.  Whoever came to collect them would presumably be briefed on their background.  Chris may or may not be there, but Alexia doubted she’d be going anywhere near a combat zone, she was a civilian for the moment.  The BSAA were probably as scared of her as she was of Chris.

The landing was abrupt, not too harsh but definitive.  The seatbelt sign went out and one of the crew members opened the door.  Seeing Jill gathering her things together, Alexia picked up Sneeze’s cage and her bag, the novels safely stored away.  When the DSO took Alfred, Alexia was going to make sure Sneeze went with him.  Alexia wondered what or who would be waiting for them on the runway.

Just for the Weekend [open starter]

hxnnigan:

meet-the-ashford-twins:

Alfred smiled at the thought of Alexia with a cat.  He hadn’t noticed a cage, but then he had been running around the house like a headless chicken trying to find his laptop charger.  Hunnigan could have walked in with a nuclear bomb or Oswell Spenser’s severed head under her arm and Alfred wouldn’t have noticed.

As Hunnigan handed the leash to Alfred, he looked down at Skadi.  No way he’d be able to keep her under control for long if she was used to commands in German.  Alfred only knew scraps of German and doubted that Hunnigan used ‘Give me Luger ammo now!’ as a command for anything.  For the moment Skadi was content just to sniff at Alfred’s shoes and the hem of his trousers, so Alfred kept a grip on the leash that wasn’t tight but equally wasn’t so relaxed that Skadi could just bolt and run off with it trailing along behind her.  Alfred just watched Skadi with a smile on his face while he waited for Hunnigan to return.

  After she finished in the bathroom, face clean and hair rearranged, she went into the small convenience store attached to the restrooms and bought a bag of jerked meat. No seasonings other than the curing salt. Making her way back to the car, Skadi spotted her before she saw either of them. 

  Opening up the bag, she pulled a piece of the jerky out and held it out for Skadi to see. Skadi immediately sat her rump down, attention full on the piece of meat being offered to her in exchange for such an action.

     ”You were a good girl for Alfred, right?” The dog gave her a blank look, jaw slightly open, tongue lulled to one side. Ingrid tossed the small bit of beef towards the dog, who in turn jumped up from her position and caught it in her jaws. Chewing it for a moment before looking back up expecting a second piece. And third, and— why didn’t Ingrid just give her the whole bag?

     ”Alright. Everyone pile back in.” She held her hand up, then signaled Skadi to get into the back seat. “Einsteigen.” Her German was choppy, rough. Ingrid was learning it just as much as the dog was. 

  She closed the door behind the dog, then circled around the vehicle to the driver’s seat and slid in. Pulling her own door closed, she looked over to Alfred.

     ”Ready?”

Alfred smiled as Skadi wolfed down the entire bag of jerky before walking calmly to the car, climbing onto the back seat and curling up on the back seat.  Alfred wondered how long it would take for Skadi to fall asleep.

Sitting down in the passenger seat and buckling himself in, Alfred looked over to Ingrid.  ”Ready.” Alfred answered with a smile.  As Ingrid drove onto the highway again Alfred looked behind him at Skadi.

"She’s beautiful.  How long have you had her?" Alfred asked as Skadi yawned and then put her head down on the blanket and looked at Alfred with tired eyes.  He didn’t think it would take her long to fall asleep again.  Alfred wondered how Alexia was getting on with Ingrid’s cat, hopefully she’d be curled up on the couch with a book and not working in the lab.  Alexia needed a break as much as Alfred did.  Looking at the road ahead, Alfred wondered what Ingrid’s parent’s house was like.

Places Alexia Has Fallen Asleep:

  • On her desk
  • On the floor of her lab
  • On the floor of the living room
  • On the stairs
  • On Alfred’s lap whilst watching TV
  • On the sofa
  • On the cot in her lab
  • On the steering wheel of her car after parking up outside her house and tossing the keys onto the passenger seat.

Places Alexia Has Not Fallen Asleep:

  • The kitchen
  • The bathroom
  • Alfred’s bedroom
  • Her bedroom
  • The garden
  • The garage

complete-x-obedience:

bigbythewolfsheriff:

buildabitchworkshop:

nerdjpg:

legalization of wealthy dolphins!

moms against the protection of furries

Christians for underprivileged racism…

lovely the war on other peoples childeren

Alfred:  ’Christians for the endangered dolphins.’ … what are the dolphins eating Christians now?

Alexia:  ’Christians for underprivileged dolphins’ … dolphins need to check their privilege, seriously.

Mun:  The war on white dolphins … wonderful

(Source: my-little-mod-blog)

Ashfords at Large

the-director-is-in:

I have no power over how the DSO chooses to treat anyone.”  In the end, at least for now, Jill had very little sway with how the DSO did much of anything.  If she had her way about it, that would be changing, and soon.

The Director looked between the two of them.  Alfred seemed surprised and she didn’t know if he’d go for it in the end.  Stepping back so they could discussing it among themselves, she went back to her phone.

Snippets of conversations could be heard, but much of it was done in a rushed mutter.  No way to avoid Chris now.  He would likely be enroute to the outbreak, especially since she would be obviously headed there herself.

Eyes flicked to the twins and she shook her head to herself. He’d just have to control his temper.  With a deep breathe she called her husband and stepped to the back of the plane.

Another conversation, this one more urgent, words stressed emphatically here and there.  After what felt like an eternity, she hung up.  As expected, he’d be there.  Maybe before she was.

Moving to the cockpit, she touched base with the pilot.  Getting the information she needed, she stopped even with the twins once again.

"We land in an hour.  Maybe a bit less.  We have a good tail wind."

Alfred just stared at Alexia, barely believing she could be that cold.  After everything they’d been through, both on their own and together, she was still making the exact same mistakes.  Once Jill was out of earshot and on her phone, Alfred glared at Alexia.

"What are you doing?" Alfred demanded, keeping his voice low so as not to attract attention.

"What does it look like I’m doing?  I’m trying to protect you."

"It looks like you’re trying to send me away again." Alfred spat back.  It had been hard enough the first time, when he was ten.

"For your own protection.  Unless you haven’t noticed we’re probably heading into a warzone."

"You think I like the idea of being sat behind a desk whilst you could be dying in a ditch?" Alfred snarled, knowing that if the positions had been reversed, if he’d spoken first and not Alexia he’d have done the exact same thing.

"I’m not as easy to kill as you are, remember?"

"What happens when they decide that actually a bioweapon working for them isn’t such a hot idea after all?" Alfred said, knowing that Alexia had a point.  If she got bitten by a zombie, so long as it was infected with something containing the tyrant virus, the worst that would happen would be she’d be in a hospital sickbed for a while.  If it was him, there was really only one outcome.  The morgue.

"Because they’re not just getting me as a bludgeon to batter BOWs with, they probably want a cure as much as I do if not more."

Alfred knew it was a losing battle.  Once Alexia had it in her mind to do something nothing would change her mind.  He’d tried once before, the aftermath to that discussion plain for those who knew their pasts to see.

"Then why not take me with you?  They probably need people to handle office stuff as much as the DSO." Alfred said, knowing the battle of wills was already lost.  Alexia wasn’t going to back down.

"Because if you’re in the DSO, maybe Hunnigan could protect you."  Alexia made it sound so simple.

"And who’s protecting me if Hunnigan gets arrested?  You know, for harbouring a known war criminal?"

"Manuela."

"There is no way I am ever going to be going back there Alexia, bad plan." Alfred said, punctuating each word so it struck home.  Manuela may have made a lot of very positive changes, but to Alfred there was only one thing Rockfort Island could ever be, a reminder of his mistakes.

"Well hopefully it won’t come to that."

As the seatbelt sign came back on Alfred looked away from Alexia, resigned to the fact that she had clearly made her mind up.  Alfred would have an easier time fighting a tyrant armed only with a kitchen knife than he would if he tried to change her mind.  Alfred glanced over at Jill, who seemed to be putting on a calm demeanor for what was a stressful event.

Random Facts Meme

 

Tagged by: hxnnigan 

Give us five random things about yourself and tag ten of your followers!

  1. I like to cook my toast until it’s almost burnt so it’s nice and crunchy - though I don’t mind too much if my toast does end up burnt.
  2. I have far too many books.  Seriously, there are more books in my room than there is shelf space.  Most of them are therefore stashed in boxes under my bed.
  3. I don’t actually need time to ‘come around’ in the morning.  Once my eyes open, I’m awake.  In the same way once my head hits a pillow in the evening I’m asleep.
  4. Seeing running water is stupidly relaxing for me.
  5. Fountain pens are stupidly comfortable to write with.

tagging:   aside from hxnnigan’s list, ;cause I doubt everyone wants like five of these in their tags: reddeadnurse, pierssureshotnivans,friendlyneighborhoodhelmethead, chaosborne, bigbythewolfsheriff, frailhumanityme and anyone else who feels like joining in

(Source: emeraldapadiel)

Complete Coincidence [Ashford Twins/Agent]

friendlyneighborhoodhelmethead:

meet-the-ashford-twins:

Alexia smirked at Conor’s description of straitjackets.  Deciding that a little of the truth couldn’t hurt, she spoke up.  ”Neither, I just used to work for a company that didn’t know what ethics were.  They’re long gone now.”  Alexia didn’t think it would be a good idea coming out with it and naming the company as Umbrella, it would be impossible for Conor to not know of them.

Leaning back in her seat, Alexia smiled, though it was a sad smile as opposed to a happy one.  ”I don’t miss the company, they sure as hell wouldn’t have missed me.”  Alexia hoped that was true, the thought of her own past made her skin crawl but it was what it was.  Unchangable now, the most she could do was alter her present and make the future as different to her past as she could.

  Nodded his head, as if she was looking for agreement from him.
     ”Fuck ‘em.” His elegance with the English language left something to be desired that was to be sure, but his intent was pure. It came by him naturally and he meant it. Lifting his cup, he punctuated his statement with a loud sucking noise as he vacuumed the final bit of liquid out of the bottom of the cup. Conor dropped the cup to the table top and looked back to her. “I mean it, fuck ‘em. They obviously didn’t know what they had so, fuck ‘em.”

Alexia smiled at Conor’s statement.  Crass as it was, it was emotion.  Pure, raw emotion.  Not disguised in pretty words and flowery language.  ”Employers eh, can’t live with ‘em.  Stupidly hard to live without ‘em.” Alexia quipped, smiling broadly.

Seeing Conor’s cup was empty, Alexia wondered if this was the moment they were meant to part.

"Did you like it?" Alexia asked, figuring that she’d let Conor decide when the conversation was over and make the first move.  She was in no rush to leave.

PSA

Just so as you all know, if you tag stuff for me with the tag “meet the ashford twins” tumblr likes to eat it.  It’ll tell me there’s a new item in the tag but then not show me it.  For other people’s convenience, plus because its quicker to type, I also follow the tag ashfordtwins so there’s always another option :)

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