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The Twilight Rose Vice Captain
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 Posted: Mon May 01, 2006 3:32 pm
Resident Evil: Rebirth "Obedience Breeds Discipline, Discipline Breeds Unity, Unity Breeds Power, Power is Life, Life Breeds Obedience" (It would be best if guild members requesting to join this rp have at least some knowledge of the past in Resident Evil. I don't want people roleplaying and then saying "What's a zombie?". As amusing as that would be for [probably] everybody, that'll ruin the whole thing.) This RP's story starts right after Resident Evil 4, but when the roleplaying starts, you'll be roleplaying a few years in the future. (About March, 200 cool Table of contents:First post..........Introduction Second post......reserved Third post.........reserved Fourth post.......reserved Fifth post and later...............Enter the Survival Horror... The playable characters are as follows: (Characters in RED are already occupied, whereas names in black are the users roleplaying as those characters) Chris RedfieldRebecca ChambersLeon Scott Kennedy[Eclipse of Shadow] Claire Redfield[Taver Char] Codename: "OSIRIS"[_keitaro_sama_] Jill ValentineHUNK[Omika] The non-playable characters are:
Albert Wesker - [_keitaro_sama_]
ADA Wong - [_keitaro_sama_]
Carlos Oliveira - [Eclipse of Shadow]DocumentsThroughout this rp, you will find documents that have been written [by NPCs] to help you discover the story behind events. These will be recorded in the "Bulletin Board" thread, so that you do not have to search for the page where they were posted. I will notify you when you have found a document.
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Posted: Mon May 01, 2006 3:33 pm
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The Twilight Rose Vice Captain
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The Twilight Rose Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon May 01, 2006 3:34 pm
Tuesday, March 28th, 2006.Upon returning from Europe with the President's daughter, I had entered the room designated for my meeting with the President. I was expecting a warm welcome, and was slightly under the weather from my long and tedious journey to Europe. It had been a very large ordeal, yet not a single news station had covered the events. No one seemed to care. I began to understand how Chris felt. He was always trying to warn the world about Umbrella, people taking him seriously at first, but now Chris was nothing but old news to them.
I spoke shortly with the president about what had happened in Europe, eager to be granted permission for my new mission. I had requested for the top agents available in order to research and prevent Umbrella from being re-established. He denied. Claiming that as long as he were in power, the name "Umbrella" would never have to be heard or feared again, he reassured me that despite samples of the Las Plaga being stolen, no one could ever bring Umbrella Corporation back into power.
Not satisfied with my answer, I started investigating on my own. I hired a helicopter pilot to take me back where it all started - the ruins of Raccoon City. He was nervous, and afraid. He was afraid of finding something. Secretly he wanted umbrella to be gone for good. So he didn't need to go on a wild goose hunt, a wild goose which could easily crush him. But Leon knew that if he didn't do this, no one would.
His helicopter touched down near raccoon city, the helicopter pilot said he had heard rumours, some pretty bad ones about this place. Of course that was only good news, Leon had some lucky breaks when it came to rumours.
Leon exited the copter and asked the pilot to wait about 20 minutes, this wouldn't take long. All he needed this time around were pictures, he had his survival knife with him, as well as his beautiful blacktail. Though the blacktail only carried 20 shots and he had only 5 clips total (100 shots total) he didn't expect to be in a firefight. He more or less only expected a few mutated rats, nothing big. As Leon approached the site he found that the grass slowly became darker and wilder as he proceeded further and further into this "jungle", until at one point all that was left was dead black grass. Leon had been through worse.
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Posted: Mon May 01, 2006 3:35 pm
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The Twilight Rose Vice Captain
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Sir Scott le Charles Crew
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Posted: Tue May 09, 2006 6:29 pm
Two days prior.
Sunday, March 26th, 2006. 12:40am
Scott sat in a small storeroom near the exit of the facility, his knees drawn to his chest and his Heckler in his right hand. He had the guards schedule on his PDA and was waiting patiently for the guard switch. It would be the only time he would have a chance to finally be out of this god forsaken place. He didn't know why he came here in the first place but after the events of the past few weeks, he couldn't stay, his conscience wouldn't let him. Knowing what his research was being used for, he couldn't stay, and he couldn't let this continue.
And as he waited, as the thoughts swirled in his mind, Scott thought back to the past few weeks and what led him to want to escape this facility. What led him to realise how inhumane this was.
He had been contacted by Wesker about a month ago. Wesker gave him a brilliant offer, a chance to work with the mysterious T-Virus and a ridiculously large paycheck. He accepted the offer, knowing something of Umbrellas past, but not caring, this was a chance to research the T-Virus, and the money was quite good too.
Three weeks ago the train arrived, him in it. He had stepped out and started his research. He was assigned to do research on the G2-Virus, discovered fairly recently by researchers at this facility. He dove into his work with enthusiasm, blind to what had been going on around him.
Blind to the purpose behind his research, he thought sadly.
Yet one night, about a week ago his eyes were opened. He had always known that he was developing bio weapons. He had known it but he ignored it, this virus was to fascinating, a marvel to behold. But that night the door to the researchers sleeping quarters were thrust open. A small squad of four cleaners, fully armed, swept into the room. Scott was laying down, trying to fall asleep as thoughts of the G2-Virus ran through his head, when this happened and he watched horrified as Roger, one of the few people to actually befriend him in this facility was taken away groggily. Later that night he thought he heard screams, Roger never came back. He didn't sleep that night, echoes of the screams he thought he heard ringing in his mind.
A few nights later Scott returned from the labs late, and witnessed a scene that destroyed the false impressions of Umbrella Scott had forced himself to beleive. It was a creature, hideous and deformed, yet this creature, Scott recognised him. It was Roger. They had turned Roger into a monster, on purpose. He had known about the Racoon City incident, he knew about the zombies. But he always forced himself to beleive it was completely accidental. Yet deep down he knew it wasn't. He knew it couldn't have been. And the sight of his friend brought that out. It tore down his false beliefs, forced his eyes to the truth. He couldn't work for people who did this, created monsters out of people. Not anymore, no matter how fascinating, he just couldn't do it. Not anymore, not after this.
That night he didn't go to the sleeping quarters, he returned to the labs and downloaded files onto his PDA. Information on the viruses, and the B.O.W.'s. Floorplans and information on some of the head researchers. And the next night he left, the only thing left a memo to Jennifer. He wore a kevlar vest, a shotgun in a holster over his back, a Heckler, stock and all in his hand. And his PDA, the PDA with all the damning evidence, in his pocket. Umbrella would pay for what they did to Roger, what they did to all those nameless people.
And here he was now, waiting for the guards to leave, so he could escape, and tell the world Umbrella still existed, and to shut it down for good.
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Posted: Wed May 10, 2006 6:41 pm
The soft glow of the computer screen illuminated Wesker's face. What was displayed before him was not surprising, although far from desirable. The relatively new researcher, Scott *O'Connel*, had found it a wise move to flee from the facility, taking with him evidence of the Corporation's plans.
A smile etched itself across Wesker's calm features. This researcher was expendable. He reached over to a keypad, pressing down on one of the digits. From various walkie-talkies throughout the comlex, Wesker's voice sounded, "Security breach in Secotr Twenty-two. Repeat, security breach in Sector Twenty-two. There is no need to keep the researcher alive."
In immediate response to their calling, several of the Corporation's "Cleaners" would be on Mr. O'Connel's trail before he even had a chance to see the outside world. Wesker relaxed in his chair. It was expected some of the employees would have moral concerns regarding the experiments. And there was no problem with dealing with such people by whatever means necessary.
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The Twilight Rose Vice Captain
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Sir Scott le Charles Crew
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Posted: Wed May 10, 2006 8:34 pm
It was time. Scott smiled and stood up. He would escape and Umbrella would fall. The countless victims of their inhumane experiments would be avenged. He safely tucked his PDA into a small pouch at his waist and readied his gun. He pulled the door open and cautiously looked into the hallway, towards the facilities exit. There was only a single guard. A single cleaner to kill. Then he would be out.
Adrenaline starting to pump through him and he stepped out of the room, and aimed, his years at the shooting range doing him good as he fired, one burst, the three bullets smashing the cleaner guard in the head. As the cleaner fell its body dissolved and Scott smiled as he walked over to the door and punched in the passcode.
And the little passcode screen flashed red, the words invalid pass displayed in the middle of the screen. s**t. Scott typed in the passcode again, he knew what it was, he had memorized them. Yet again the red screen flashed, the words invalid pass displayed. Frustration evident in his face Scott tried again, with the same results. The happiness he felt earlier was gone, replaced by frustration and anger. He had been about to escape, he wouldhave been safe, he would have been able to stop more innocents from being turned into those creatures...
He slammed his fist against the door and a tear slid down his cheek. I should be free now, I should be out... He slowly fell to his knees then turned around, his back to the door, facing the way back into the facility, facing four cleaners, approaching him, weapons raised.
His eyes widened slightly, they shouldn't be here yet. He looked down then to his left, down a small side passage. He looked back at the cleaners once before quickly getting to his feet and dodging to his left into the small side passage, bullets hitting the door he had just been in front of. According to the map this passage would lead to some labs devoted to continuing research on the T-Virus. He ran down the passage, and glanced behind him, only to see the cleaners, weapons aimed at him. With one final burst of speed he reached the labs and pressed a number sequence. His heart pounding in anticipation and fear, the anger forgotten with death so near, he waited, the seconds seeming like hours, until finally the door opened, granting him access to the lab. He dashed in and shut the door, and the cleaners fired once more, the bullets bouncing off the door. He was safe, for now.
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Posted: Thu May 11, 2006 5:21 pm
"O'connel. About time you got here." Evan said with a furtive smile. He stepped out from behind one of the silvery lab counters. Evan held a custom 9mm handgun at one side, running his fingers along the desk's polished surface with the other.
"You're later than I had expected. But then again, you probably didn't think the security codes would be changed, did you?" Evan laughed. "These researchers are all so blind-" He stopped himself short, realizing he was in the presence of a researcher after all. "My apologies." Evan laughed nervously. "Anyway, to the point." He stepped closer to Scott, lowering his tone to a whisper. "Don't ask how, but I knew you'd be here. And now I'm going to help you escape. Just follow my lead, and don't ask questions. Got it?" He stared intently into Scott's eyes.
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The Twilight Rose Vice Captain
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Sir Scott le Charles Crew
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Posted: Thu May 11, 2006 5:35 pm
Death having been eluded for the moment Scott managed to clear his head. Yet his heart skipped a beat when Evan stepped out from behind the lab counters, he wasn't expecting anyone to be in here, most of the facilities staff should be asleep by now.
As Scott listened hope again blossomed inside of him, he might get out after all. But despite this hope he couldn't help but distrust this man, how did he know, how- He heard footsteps in the hall behind him, the cleaners would be here soon, whatever this mans reasons for being here he would have to accept his help. And with that final thought Scott nodded once.
"Well if your going to help me escape we should get moving before the cleaners get here." Scott readied his weapon and motioned for Evan to lead the way.
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Posted: Thu May 11, 2006 6:02 pm
Evan smiled again. This was the fun part. He fumbled through one of the pockets on his kevlar vest, pulling out a compact headset. Evan delicately put the headset in place, eyeing the door carefully. Timing would be crucial. "Can you hear me, Will? I'm inside one of the labs with O'Connel here. I'm going to need you to hack into the security codes in Sector Twenty-two. Do you copy that?" Then he focused his attention on the researcher.
"Just so you know, I'll tell you my plan of escape. It is very important that you follow every detail of this plan, and try not to wet yourself. This is what we'll be doing," He pointed towards the door. "When they get close enough, I'm going to pull open that door, and slam it shut in their faces. Hopefully," There was a tinge of pride in his voice now. "it'll buy us enough time to run. You got that?"
The footsteps outside the door were nearer than ever. Evan maintained his calm. Umbrella's Trashsweepers were nothing but...well, superhuman guards. They wouldn't be much of a problem.
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The Twilight Rose Vice Captain
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Sir Scott le Charles Crew
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Posted: Thu May 11, 2006 6:15 pm
Why does everyone assume us researchers are cowards? "I've heard better plans but it might work." Scott stepped back from the door, giving the man space. I hope this guy knows what he's doing, and I hope he realizes that this won't likely stop the cleaners for long, they aren't the brightest but they aren't the dumbest either... Scott shook away his slight feelings of doubt, this was his best chance of escape either way, it was no time to be afraid, no time for doubt.
His mind set, fear and doubt set aside Scott waited as he heard the quiet footsteps approach. They would be here soon, and with luck, he would be out of here soon.
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Posted: Thu May 11, 2006 6:16 pm
William frown "Hey Evan, what did I say about calling me Will? It's William, my mother gave that name to me for a reason. Oh, and wave to the camera." Smilling, William was proud he could hack the security of even the famed Umbrella. William stared over the blueprints he had borrowed from their documents, on one montitor, another had the live feed, and the other, was being used to systematically beat online players in online games. And search for more info on Umbrella.
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The Twilight Rose Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu May 11, 2006 6:33 pm
The door burst open, Evan narrowly avoiding it by giving a small hop backwards. "Okay, change in plans." His arms bolted upwards to his eye level, drawing a bead on the first of the cleaners. Evan pulled the trigger once, the bullet landing perfectly between the cleaner's eyes. It staggered backwards, and Evan fired five more rounds, three bullets hit home, each bullet piercing a different spot in each Cleaner's face. The other two went wide, scraping off the door frame and clattering to the ground after pathetically meeting the end of their trajectory at the far wall.
Evan's arm seized Scott's wrist. "We're going now." He stepped over and around the awkwardly-fallen Cleaners, dashing down the hallway. Evan shouted in the headset, "Are those doors open yet, Will?" He stressed the name, hoping it would make William even more impatient and hurry at his job.
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Posted: Thu May 11, 2006 6:40 pm
William laughed "Only if you call me William." This was bluff, William had had that door opened barely after the researcher had left its post. "Once you do, I recommend an immediate get-the-hell-out-of-there, and I'll make sure the cleaners get a taste of bleach." William muted his mike temporarily, and spun in his chair releasing a rather childish wheee. This was the most fun and action he had seen since watching his mom's bread rise.
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