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reddeadnurse:

meet-the-ashford-twins:

Alexia had the pocket flashlight from Alfred and slipped it into the breast pocket of her jacket.  Pressing the button from the outside, the light lit up whatever was right in front of her.

"Which way now Alfred?" Alexia asked, figuring that since Alfred had known the place, he’d know the way to go.

"To our right, then turn right and down the corridor." Alfred said, "There should be a break room somewhere around there if we need it."

As they went, Alexia summed up Umbrella in a single word.  ”Scum.” Alexia said, looking at Lisa but avoiding eye contact.  This wasn’t going to be something she was proud of.  ”They sold bioweapons on the black market.”  Checking the safety was on, Alexia held up the gun she had so Lisa could see it.  ”That’s why they have these lying around in ready supply in their security offices, in case one of their products gets loose.”  The sheer venom Alexia had in her voice was accentuated with the way she spat the word Umbrella used to refer to bioweapons.

They reached the end of the corridor where there were some derelict vending machines, the fronts smashed open.  As they cleared the security shutter it slammed down with force.  Alfred glared at it, the look in his eye suggesting that he was not in the mood for anymore setbacks like that one.

"Well, anyone need a rest?" Alfred asked.

Lisa stayed close to Alexia, nodding despite her confusion. Bioweapons? What were bioweapons? Obviously nothing good, but…

"But you and Alfred left, right?" Lisa had just asked the question, when the shutter rattled down behind them. With a gasp, Lisa jumped away, eyes wide. She hadn’t expected that.

"N-no. We should keep going," Lisa said, turning to face Alfred. "Last thing you guys need is something like all the exits to this room sealing…"

She winced. Hopefully she hadn’t tempted fate…She’d taken so much of their time…

"S-so…bioweapons…what exactly are those?"

Alfred put his back to the door that led into the warehouse.  There was no telling what was behind it.
"Yeah, we left in a way." Alfred said, leaving out the part that said way involved dying.  Pushing the door open a crack, Alfred kept his right hand on the handle, ready to pull the door shut the moment he had cause to.  His left hand held his machine gun, switched to single mode so he could fire it one handed with reasonable accuracy.  The muzzle was pointing through the gap in the doorway.  Alfred tried to remember where the door was, if it was up against a wall or if there was room for something to hide behind the door when it was open.

"Bio organic weapons."  Alexia explained, "Viruses that can alter living organisms into savage beasts."  Alfred knew why Alexia wasn’t being more detailed.  While Lisa had lived through Silent Hill’s horror, having someone who had once been your friend go completely dead and attempt to bite through your neck was a whole different kind of horror.

Deciding to go with a more cautious entry, Alfred kicked the door open with his foot and stayed on the inside of the door, tight to the wall so he could see into the room.  The door banged hard against the wall.  Inside, Alfred could see the outline of some crates.  No noise aside from the swinging door.  Alfred moved to the opposite side of the door frame and looked in.  The catwalk ahead that led to the stairs, the door.  Nothing else.  Moving into the room, Alfred forced the door hard into the wall.  No sound of it hitting anything other than the wall.  Looking down, Alfred could see a couple of barrels and crates.  Nothing in sight that could attack them.
"Clear," Alfred said, "Move up."  Alfred was aware as he said it he was slipping back into treating Lisa and Alexia like they were trainees in the military centre.  He’d have to ease up on that, he couldn’t say for Lisa but he knew Alexia hadn’t had much experience in this kind of thing.  Last thing he needed was to confuse them.

Ashfords at Large

the-director-is-in:

meet-the-ashford-twins:

Alfred watched as the DSO agent turned around and headed for the back of the room, leaning against the wall and staring at him.  Alfred doubted that Hunnigan’s orders had included the instruction ‘give Alfred Ashford evil eyes at all times.’ but then maybe the guy was just stressed.  Alfred could tell that Alexia was worked up.  She might think he didn’t notice her biting the tops of her nails but he did, and he knew she only ever did that if she was stressed over something.

Alfred looked around at the hive of activity around them.  Plenty of people were coming and going, carrying all manner of equipment and items.  The sheer amount of activity was making him a little restless.  He hated being a spare part.  While he doubted they’d let him do anything major, Alfred didn’t see the harm in asking if they needed help moving stuff around.

Seeing that Jill was up to her eyeballs dealing with everything, Alfred approached Agent Diakos.

"Looks like you’re all rushed off your feet, is there anything I can do to help?" Alfred asked.  At least he could be more use moving crates or something from one place to another than he would be just standing where he was and watching everything going on.

Since the introduction of the C Virus and the vaccine, they had vaccinated a large chunk of the world.  Unfortunately many smaller areas, especially in third world countries, getting the vaccine there had been almost impossible. 

In the US, people had the right to accept or decline such things and many opted not to take it.  A thought occurred to her and she looked over her shoulder.

"Ryan, I need you to find out the demographics for vaccinations.  What percentage of this area remains unvaccinated specifically."

The Agent gave her a nod, turning back to Alfred and his question.  ”Once they start setting up the check points there will be tents and things to put up.”  He gave Alfred a small smile.  ”Right now it’s chaos and it will be that way until she can rein them in.”  Chin jutted in Jill’s direction.  ”As long as no one fights her, it should get done quickly.”

Diakos didn’t want to be the one who got in her way.

"We need to figure out what virus this is, pray it’s not something new, and get it under control."

Alexia listened along with Alfred while Diakos explained what the BSAA needed to get done.  Idly, she wondered how the BSAA were intending to find out which virus it was, who was responsible for that.  Aware of Alfred’s head moving, she watched him nod and then ask, “I can help erect the tents if that’s allowed?”

Alexia wondered what she should be doing.  Logically, she should try to find out who was leading the effort to identify the virus and put herself under their command.  It meant she wouldn’t be the proverbial load on anyone’s back.

"Who’s responsible for identifying which virus has been used?" Alexia asked casually.  Hopefully it would be someone nearby.  Then the moment they were on a break, if they had a break, Alexia would go over and find out what they needed.

ooc: Possible Thread Ideas

ooc:  ’Cause a few of these have been kicking around my head now for a while, thought most of them depend on how Ashfords At Large concludes.  At the moment it looks like Alfred will be going with the DSO whilst Alexia joins the BSAA so I’m working off that.

Chaos Reigns

While the BSAA deals with another C virus outbreak, Alexia goes to retrieve fresh samples for them to help with combating the C virus when she gets badly beaten by a BOW.  At the same time, Chris Redfield is overseeing the containment operation from a command post when Alexia gets thrown through the window, setting the place on fire in the process.  The pair of them then have to work together to deal with the chaos.

Descent Into The Past

Alfred works for the DSO, dealing with historical records.  Anything seized from Umbrella, Tricell and any other organisation that the DSO couldn’t process quickly that got left to gather dust.  Seeing it as a way of keeping Alfred out of harm’s way, Ingrid assigns him the task of getting the records into the DSO’s computer system and gathering similar materials.  When he comes across documents referring to an Umbrella records archive hidden offshore near Australia, Ingrid dispatches Sherry Birkin and Leon S Kennedy to retrieve the intel with Alfred serving as support over the radio.

Top Gun

Ingrid gets Alfred to resit all the exams he’d taken years ago for his pilot’s license.

The Ashford Trap (pretty much based on The Parent Trap, pure crack)

Alfred and Alexia find it hard to concentrate on what they’re meant to be doing; she’s supposed to be reading up on BSAA policies and procedures and he’s meant to be relearning how to fly helicopters and planes.  Since they find it easier to do what the other has been assigned, they switch places and pass the other’s exams for them whilst trying not to get caught by Ingrid and Jill.

Then there’s the vague ideas I couldn’t even think of a title for, like Alexia undergoing initial employee orientation at the BSAA and flashing back to her initial orientation at Umbrella in 1981, Alfred getting wounded in the field with Sherry and Leon flying to the nearest available medical facility - Rockfort Orphanage.

It’s Raining Heroes

lickerssuck:

meet-the-ashford-twins:

Alexia watched as B.O.W. Girl looked around, stopping at the view of the city.

"If you know where you need to go, I’ll give you a ride." Alexia offered.  Alexia wasn’t naive enough to think she could just drive into the middle of a biohazard but she figured she could at least drive close enough so B.O.W. girl wouldn’t need to run all the way to the highway and hitch hike.

Heading for the table by the stairs, Alexia grabbed the keys for her Mini.  Unlocking it from inside the house, Alexia ran back to the pool and held her keys up for B.O.W. Girl to see, “It’s open, follow me.”  Walking around the side of the house, Alexia got into the driver’s seat and pushed open the passenger side door.

A free ride into the city, that wouldn’t be to much of a issue.
          Following closely behind the blond, she saw the mini. Oh man, small cramped places. One of the few things that could make the woman shutter. She liked her space. “Yeah alright— this should be fun.” Passenger side door was closer bounding over, she opened it up wide. Looking in, man the seats were big but still.

                  Cramped. 

Taking a deep breathe she pushed herself to get into the vehicle. “Just be careful on the way there, you have no idea what could be roaming the streets.”

Throwing the car into gear, Alexia pulled out of her driveway and set off for the freeway.  Ironically it was quicker to turn off and go on the freeway than it was to drive straight, even though downtown was straight ahead.  A combination of the freeway being fast and the sheer amount of traffic lights between Alexia’s house and the downtown area meant the freeway was the fastest option.

"So there’s infected roaming the streets?" Alexia asked casually as she turned right onto the freeway on ramp.  "How long’s that been going on?"  The joys of not watching the news creeping up on her.  Alexia had a fair idea of what she might encounter if the infected were shot up on Tyrant, if it was any new virus then that would be trouble.  Still, so long as she didn’t drive into a swarm of them, she could always run over the odd zombie with her car.  Alexia wondered how soon it would be before the BSAA and the military called the city a wash and bombed the hell out of it to contain the threat.

Just for the Weekend

hxnnigan:

meet-the-ashford-twins:

Alfred smiled and shook his head slightly, “I’m okay thanks, unless you wanna stop and have something to eat, or maybe just let Skadi out for a walk.” A quick look behind him showed Alfred that Skadi was fast asleep.

Talking about Lexie made Alfred remember the little things she used to do, like curling up under his desk or if Alfred was sat behind the desk on top of his feet with one of her paws around his ankles. The way she would often stand in front of Alfred if someone either of them didn’t like was around, as if to say ‘This is my human. Hands off.’.  Alfred had thought about having another dog occasionally, but had decided against it.  No other dog would ever come close to Lexie.  When she’d died, Alfred had cremated her and buried a bronze urn containing her ashes in a small garden at the back of the manor, at Rockfort.  The garden had an open view of the ocean, it was one of the more tranquil areas of the island.

"So, does Skadi get along with your cat?" Alfred asked, trying to keep the conversation going.  Skadi seemed very docile, but then he’d only been around her five minutes.

  Dark glasses concealed her eyes as she spoke.

     ”For the most part. A was not happy one bit when Skadi first showed up I can tell you that. He refused to come done from the top of the bookshelf in the basement anytime the dog was in the room. I couldn’t get him down for toys, treats— absolutely nothing swayed that cat.

     ”Eventually, I think he figured out that Skadi was indeed staying and he realized he was going to have to cope with it. They still won’t share the bed at the same time, but he doesn’t try to lash out at her anymore. She, on the other hand, seems smitten with him. As soon as I get up out of bed in the morning, she runs off to find him, gives one sharp bark to let me know she found him, then runs back to me. It is this strange little ritual.” 

  She stopped to get her water bottle, steal a sip and replace it in the center console. Letting out a sigh, she once again set the cruse control and the car boiled down to her eyes and hands, just like work. 

     ”How long has it been since you spent time away from Alexia— if I may ask?”

Alfred considered Hunnigan’s question carefully, turning it over and over in his mind like a worn, well used rubik’s cube.  He wasn’t attached to his sister at the hip, they did do their own thing.  Alfred regularly walked from their house to the nearest shopping area and would sit at coffee shops people watching.  But then he only ever spent an hour or two out of the house and then went home.  As for longer periods, they’d both gone together, aside from the time Alexia had charged off and come back a month later as if nothing at all had happened and nonchalantly told him that she’d broken into a government library then gone and broken into a Tricell research facility to rescue Manuela Hidalgo and then spent time in Brazil lying low.

"A year," Alfred answered, "Alexia had run off somewhere and showed up a month later with barely an explanation and as if nothing at all had happened.  She said she’d been in Brazil."

Alfred had always figured that the amount of time the twins spent together was their way of making up for the fifteen years they’d been apart.  Though they still did have individual lives.  Having Alexia around was like having a room mate who knew all Alfred’s favourite things and fell asleep everywhere.  Alfred just let her get on with things.  He knew her work was everything to her.
"How much do you get to see your family?" Alfred asked.

Ashfords at Large

the-director-is-in:

The only good thing, if it could be called such a thing, about the viruses they were dealing with these days, was that infection happened fast.  Very fast.  Which meant the likelihood of an infected person breaching quarantine as a carrier were slim.  It could happen, but since most people showed their infection within a few minutes, it actually did make their jobs easier in a way.

A small nod acknowledged Alexia’s words.  They could have made a production out of it, but it just seemed so pointless and stupid.  Watching the DSO agent carefully, she barked his name then shook her head, forcing him to back off with that alone.  If she had to handcuff him to something to keep him out of the way, she would.  Right now she didn’t have time to babysit.

"There’s stuff to do and he can work up a good mad while he’s out there if he wants."  Chances were he’d be mad, blow off some steam shooting thing, then perhaps return in a better frame of mine.  Maybe not, but it was worth hoping for.  The could easily be out here for days.

Which reminded her… she needed to get other teams in the air and enroute to the location.  There was only so long people could go without sleep before they got sloppy, and sloppy meant people got killed.  No need for that.

At Alexia’s words, Jill’s grey eyes moved to her.  ”Set up quarantine and safe zones on opposite ends of town.  Give the teams easier areas to move towards.”  Of course there was also the matter of securing those areas as well.  It was about time to call in for military support.  ”Treat the injuries we can.”  There were always injuries.  ”Contain it before it spreads to other locations.”

In the end, containment was always the goal.

"Try to figure out which variant we are dealing with exactly."  Not that there was a cure, but it at least let them know how to deal with the contaminated area.

Alfred watched as the DSO agent turned around and headed for the back of the room, leaning against the wall and staring at him.  Alfred doubted that Hunnigan’s orders had included the instruction ‘give Alfred Ashford evil eyes at all times.’ but then maybe the guy was just stressed.  Alfred could tell that Alexia was worked up.  She might think he didn’t notice her biting the tops of her nails but he did, and he knew she only ever did that if she was stressed over something.

Alfred looked around at the hive of activity around them.  Plenty of people were coming and going, carrying all manner of equipment and items.  The sheer amount of activity was making him a little restless.  He hated being a spare part.  While he doubted they’d let him do anything major, Alfred didn’t see the harm in asking if they needed help moving stuff around.

Seeing that Jill was up to her eyeballs dealing with everything, Alfred approached Agent Diakos.

"Looks like you’re all rushed off your feet, is there anything I can do to help?" Alfred asked.  At least he could be more use moving crates or something from one place to another than he would be just standing where he was and watching everything going on.

easilyenchanted:

meet-the-ashford-twins:

easilyenchanted:

shadowviper:

wow, only 1,025 posts?  I must be slacking off.  The bestie can do that many in about a week

36,582 posts over 40 months

you do the math. i’m terrible at it

ooc: or you could turn the argument on its head and you blog properly and I don’t blog enough at all on my personal.

Well I have it on my phone so any time I’m bored, I get to rolling around tumblr

ooc: whereas I have my tumblr app hooked to this account and then don’t post off it ‘cause the app is buggy as hell.  And there’s only 3,917 posts from this account :P

It’s Raining Heroes

lickerssuck:

A quick look of the woman, tilt of the head.

“I would love to join you for something to drink, I would seriously love to. Except for the fact, there are some creatures running around the city.”
       Pulling goggles over her forehead, she shook them dry. Yanking them back over her head, dropping them around her neck.

Eyes looking around the backyard real quick, spotting the city buildings. The quickest way back was running and hoping there was a semi or something on their way back to the city, unaware of the dangers in it at the moment. “Where is the highway from here?—” Irises darting back to the blond, resting arms yet again on her hips.

Alexia watched as B.O.W. Girl looked around, stopping at the view of the city.

"If you know where you need to go, I’ll give you a ride." Alexia offered.  Alexia wasn’t naive enough to think she could just drive into the middle of a biohazard but she figured she could at least drive close enough so B.O.W. girl wouldn’t need to run all the way to the highway and hitch hike.

Heading for the table by the stairs, Alexia grabbed the keys for her Mini.  Unlocking it from inside the house, Alexia ran back to the pool and held her keys up for B.O.W. Girl to see, “It’s open, follow me.”  Walking around the side of the house, Alexia got into the driver’s seat and pushed open the passenger side door.

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